"Go and save people quickly!"
The person who came was none other than Yi Qing!
It turned out that he had planned to leave after settling Alian so as not to cause more trouble. However, as the fluctuations of the spiritual power under the mountain became stronger and stronger, and then the flames shot into the sky, he clearly felt that this was no longer what Yan Liangshan could emit. The breath of people was gone, and Yi Qing, who was upright by nature, had no choice but to save people.
I saw that he was also hunting in white robes at this time, flying in the wind from Banren Mountain, and met face to face with Wu Renfu, the leader of the Shenhuatian Sect. And Wu Renfu's unpredictable eyes were staring intently at Yi Qing, who was speeding towards him.
As the dazzling figure like a morning star in the dark night gradually emerged, the corners of Wu Renfu's mouth kept rising, as if he was waiting for an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
However, after Yi Qing dropped the words to save people, he didn't say anything more. He seemed to be extremely unwilling to look at the leader of Shenhuatian and stood straight in the center of Liangren Village.
Then he suddenly raised his momentum to a very terrifying height, and a spiritual pressure unique to this spiritual monk in the human world rose into the sky, instantly curbing the spread of the fire.
Return to the Spiritual Mirror!
One of the two is at the entrance of the village, the other is in the middle of the village, one seems to be in the sea of fire, and the other seems to be in the cold pool, forming a wonderful picture of the two heavens of ice and fire.
The sea of fire was originally manipulated by Wu Renfu, but now it was seized by Yi Qing as the carrier of his momentum, and Wu Renfu also invariably raised his energy and spirit to the peak. Then he made a move in the air with his right hand, and a wisp of white air suddenly appeared on Xu Jingyang's giant sword.
Immediately afterwards, the white air slowly floated to Wu Renfu's fingertips. As soon as it touched, it solidified into a line of cold flames. Wu Renfu shouted in a deep voice:
"Disperse!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the extremely exquisite cold flames suddenly exploded, instantly forming large swaths of terrifying cold fire all over Wu Renfu's body. They were evenly matched with Yi Qing's red flames, and started a battle that only belonged to super-first-class masters. contest between.
At this time, Yan Liangshan knew very well that this was no longer a simple battle between monks, but a battle of wills between masters.
This kind of attack purely compares the Taoist heart and momentum. In some cases, the strength of the cultivation level cannot completely determine the final outcome. This has a great relationship with the monk's Taoist heart.
Of course, if the difference in strength between the two people competing is too great, spiritual pressure can also be fatal. However, both of them are young masters who have been famous for a long time, and their cultivation levels are similar, so during the confrontation, neither of them acted rashly.
The so-called static means the potential will gain, and the movement will cause the potential to lose.
Not only Yan Liangshan, but also the disciples of Shenhuatian and Xu Jingyang who became a little weird did not move, because although the world of cultivation is cruel, many monks still have their own glory.
However, Yan Liangshan regained some sense because of Yi Qing's rescue. Wu Renfu had Yi Qing to deal with him. All he could do now was rush into the village and save people first.
At this time, his cultivation level was declining rapidly. If all his true energy was burned, his current body would definitely not be able to bear the consequences, and he might die immediately.
In fact, Wu Renfu really said the truth that he did not want to believe, but he has not dared to admit it for so many years. This can be seen from the fact that he always wants to return to his hometown again and again throughout his life.
But if he had not returned to his hometown, he would not have picked up his little granddaughter. What is right and wrong in the torrent of fate, how can one guess based on a few words of an individual?
If he really refused to save him, then he would be worthy of the mountain village where he was born and raised. What's the use of those high-level cultivations?
Once he figured this out, Yan Liangshan would no longer let himself be manipulated by the inner demons caused by Wu Renfu's words, and would seize the last moment to save people.
Although the sealing formation is only a basic formation with limited power, a large scale will cause serious harm to mortals. Even though Yan Liangshan's cultivation level can easily destroy the formation, if the formation that is already running on its own is forcibly broken, it will inevitably Produce certain spiritual fluctuations.
From the perspective of the monks present, this can certainly be regarded as a "fluctuation", but to the mortals in the village, it is tantamount to the word "explosion", and the damage can be imagined.
Thinking of this, Yan Liangshan didn't care about how much spiritual power he had left, nor the consequences of squandering his life force. He could only save people one by one, saving one person each time.
But just when Yan Liangshan was about to rescue the first person, Yi Qing and Wu Renfu unexpectedly decided the winner early.
Perhaps the moment he stepped into the village, the battle of wills between the two masters was over, at least that's how Yan Liangshan's consciousness perceived it. This surprised him, but he didn't dare to look any further because an ominous premonition had already arisen from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, Yi Qing's eyes were as calm as water, but his face slowly turned pale. Gradually, not only the Yanliang Mountains closest to him, but also the disciples of Shen Huatian in the distance could feel his momentum. It is declining rapidly, even its vitality is weakening.
Immediately afterwards, the flames outside the village behind him suddenly extinguished, and they were defeated like a defeated army by Wu Ren's cold flames. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. They understood that this returning master who had just appeared had lost so easily.
Just when the cold fire was about to engulf Yi Qing himself, Wu Renfu unexpectedly waved his hand, and the light blue flames all over the sky were dispersed, slowly turning into wisps of white air that dispersed in the wind. , leaving only Yi Qing, who was waiting for death, standing there silently.
His eyes were still calm, in sharp contrast to Wu Renfu, who was always unpredictable.
At this time, Wu Renfu no longer faced Yi Qing with an empty and empty attitude, but slowly landed on the ground, walked to him and looked at him with a smile, and whispered in his ear like an old friend meeting:
"Is Mu Lan okay?"
"Pfft~"
Finally, Yi Qing's blood surged out of his mouth like a flood, staining his clothes red. His sharp-browed face was no longer pale, but revealed a strong look of death.
Wu Renfu didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action, he seemed to be waiting quietly for Yi Qing's answer.
Yi Qing ignored Wu Renfu and panted heavily. He waited until his breathing stabilized a little before he spoke. However, his tone remained unchanged and he said calmly:
"She has left."
This calmness could not cover up the weakness coming from Yi Qing's body, but it still made Wu Renfu frown for a moment, as if he was a little annoyed, but then he said with concern:
"Fifteen years have passed, and your cultivation level has not advanced but retreated. You are so short of true energy that you can barely maintain it at the early stage of returning to the spirit world. Why is this? I noticed that your breath was not smooth when you came, and there seemed to be residual thunder spirit power in your body. Wandering and encountered a thunderstorm?"
Yi Qing's answer was quite simple and clear, and it was in line with his character. He said without any emotion::
"Nothing to do with you."
Wu Renfu smiled softly, without getting angry at all, and then said with a smile:
"Haha, Brother Yi is still the same as before, that's great!"
Then Wu Renfu ignored Yi Qing's objection, patted his shoulder again, and said softly:
"Hand over the Qilin Fang. For you, I know that some things are meaningless."
"Why don't you ask those who died in the village?"
Yi Qing retorted sarcastically. Wu Renfu still looked earnest and sincere, and sighed:
"Hey, Brother Yi, it doesn't matter that your cultivation has not improved, but why has your consciousness begun to regress? Have you ever seen me kill anyone? Those mortals under the Fengyu Formation only suffered some flesh injuries. You can see Have I ever burned down a house? I only burned the outer edges of the village with flames. Even the wind-controlling monk, I only allowed him to let go of my apprenticeship, so he first attacked me with force. Is it with me?"
"You still look the same, that's great! Hahahahaha!"
After receiving such an answer, Yi Qing immediately threw his head back and laughed, as if the depression in his chest had been swept away. Then a long white-handled sword appeared out of thin air in his right hand, which stood horizontally in front of his chest. He changed his previous cold and arrogant style and roared:
"Yes, everything you said is right, Sect Master Wu. You can't be wrong. People with different Taoism will not agree with each other! But if you don't go to find my wife Mu Lan, I'm afraid you will never get the Qilin Teeth."
Yi Qing's words were like a thorn in Wu Renfu's heart, causing his newly relieved brows to furrow again, and he sighed bitterly:
"Hey, Brother Yi, you and I have known each other for thousands of years. I know your character clearly. I don't want to take action against you, so why bother..."
Before Wu Renfu could finish his words, he unexpectedly appeared in front of Yi Qing. He only heard the sound of a bell and saw Wu Renfu's two tiny bullets, which knocked the sword held by Yi Qing into pieces. section, but the fingers were unscathed.
You must know that the treasures used by Guiling Realm monks are not ordinary things. Such a treasure was actually broken by Wu Renfu with two fingers. Its strength is terrifying and frightening.
In an instant, a heartbreaking pain invaded Yi Qing's whole body, causing him to kneel down and vomit blood again. It seemed that what Wu Renfu defeated should be Yi Qing's magic weapon.
He saw Yi Qing holding the half-remaining sword tightly with both hands, struggling to support his body so as not to collapse completely. Wu Renfu's compassionate voice once again reached his ears, and he heard him repeat He said slowly:
"Brother Yi, thousands of years of practice are only for immortality. Why do you have to give up your future hope for a mere external thing? Although the so-called hope seems small to you and me, for all monks, this is the most important thing. Isn't it? I know that Qilin Ya is not on your body, and Mu Lan hasn't left yet, so let her come out."
"Middle stage of soul return..."
Yi Qing spoke with difficulty, his mouth nearly overflowing with blood every time he said a word, while Wu Renfu kept circling around him, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of being condescending.
