The little old dwarf's words made the genius faint with anger.
The other prodigies who were poisoned and fell to the ground still wanted to hide their storage rings secretly, even though they were unable to move now, but...
Next, he was found by the little old dwarf!
Now they not only lost their tokens, but also all their property. The number of tokens, points, and rankings displayed above their heads are now: zero, zero, and zero respectively.
The genius in yellow raised his hand tremblingly and grabbed the sleeve of the little old dwarf. He begged in a pitiful and hoarse tone: "Please, please return the ring to me. I don't want the token, okay?"
"ring?"
The little old dwarf sniffed, thought carefully, and then put all the contents of one of the storage rings into the other storage ring. Then he took the empty ring and gave it back to the other. A proud man in yellow.
"Here, give it back to you."
The genius in yellow witnessed the "committing process" of the little old dwarf, holding the empty ring in his trembling hands, his face ashen and tears streaming down his face.
Woohoo, he didn't want the empty ring!
The little old dwarf put a lot of storage rings that he had harvested into his little sack. He dragged the sack to find Yan Chen and Yu Qiu who were fighting with others.
Although Yan Chen poisoned a group of geniuses, he did not poison Gong Liyuan, Feng Yuanming, and Xu Cheng, so they could only fight with him.
boom!
Not far away, in the woods covered by layers of snow-white frost, there are several figures confronting each other. On the left are a gentle man in purple clothes and an evil man in a red robe. The former is holding Holding a dark and huge cauldron, the latter held a double-sided iron fan sword with a striking black glow.
There are three people on the right, one is a young man Feng Yuanming, and the remaining two are young men Gong Liyuan and Xu Cheng who are about the same age.
The five of them didn't talk much and just fought together.
Suddenly, about twenty intermediate puppets and four high-level puppets appeared, each from Feng Yuanming and Gong Liyuan.
Xu Cheng owns five contract beasts, all of which are at the level of real beasts.
On the other hand, Yu Qiu and Yan Chen's trump cards are slightly weak.
At this time, a high-level puppet suddenly appeared behind Yan Chen with red eyes, raised his arms without warning, and then hugged Yan Chen tightly, restraining his hands and movements.
Feng Yuanming seized the opportunity, raised his sword, and stabbed Yan Chen in the chest.
Clang!
Feng Yuanming's long sword was suddenly blocked, and the tiger's mouth was shocked and itchy. He raised his eyes with a slight change in expression, and saw that the person coming was Yu Qiu, who had an extremely evil and handsome appearance. He blocked his sword with an iron fan long sword.
Yu Qiu's tone was casual, "Uncle, don't be too hasty, your opponent is me."
After saying that, Yu Qiu raised his left hand and immediately formed a magic formula. In an instant, countless small hidden weapons were shot towards Feng Yuanming!
boom! boom! boom!
The explosions continued, catching Feng Yuanming off guard and injuring him, forcing him to retreat continuously. He only summoned intermediate puppets to resist these powerful small hidden weapons.
At this moment, Feng Yuanming's eyes narrowed slightly, and a rather strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Almost got it...
The next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Yan Chen who was restrained by Senior Puppet No. 1 in front of him.
I saw the arms of the No. 1 high-level puppet restraining Yan Chen gradually melting away. The No. 2 high-level puppet he controlled not only failed to pierce the long sword into Yan Chen's heart, but was instead killed by the sudden appearance of the Jiuji Celestial Lion. He was suddenly pushed to the ground.
"Roar!"
The Jiuji Tianshi fiercely bit off the head of the No. 2 senior puppet, and then used its sharp claws to forcefully tear the body of the No. 2 senior puppet into pieces.
At the same time, a Qingluan appeared behind Yan Chen. It raised its head and cried, with a clear voice. It grabbed the senior puppet No. 1 with its claws, and violently scratched a hole with its sharp claws. The body of a high-level puppet.
With the sound of "Zila Zila", the arms of Senior Puppet No. 1 were melted.
Qingluan also took this opportunity to throw away Senior Puppet No. 1, then sprayed out a stream of green flames, burning him with a 'bang'.
Immediately afterwards, Qingluan soared in mid-air, heading straight towards Xu Cheng's five contracted beasts to fight with them.
Seeing this, Yu Qiu raised his hand and carelessly touched a Jiuji Tianshi, "Ahjiu, go help Qingluan."
"Yes, Master."
Jiuji Tianshi responded in a low voice, and then ran wildly in the direction of Qingluan.
When Xu Cheng saw that both Yu Qiu and Yan Chen actually had a contracted beast, his eyes deepened. What is the background of this Fengyun Team? !
Gong Liyuan and Xu Cheng attacked at the same time, and the two long swords collided with the cauldron, making two extremely harsh sounds.
Yu Qiu faced Feng Yuanming again.
The five of them fought for more than a hundred rounds. From a draw at the beginning, Yu Qiu and Yan Chen gradually gained the upper hand. Because Yan Chen poisoned the air, Gong Liyuan and others were poisoned without realizing it.
By the time they reacted, it was too late.
The tokens of Gong Liyuan, Feng Yuanming, and Xu Cheng were taken away.
The three of them lay weakly on the ground, watching helplessly as Yan Chen and Yu Qiu left, their eyes full of unwillingness, Damn it!
Gong Liyuan's complexion gradually turned purple and black, and he sighed with emotion in his heart. No wonder a strong senior in the cultivation world once said: It is better to offend ten powerful enemies than one poison master.
Because the poison master's moves are hard to guard against.
…
the other side.
The young man in black attire raised his sword with both hands and swept across the army. His unorganized sword skills forced his opponents to retreat.
"Brother Murong, look at my broadsword!"
With a loud bang, the broadsword hit Murong Heng's long sword directly. The two blades intersected, causing the airflow in the surrounding space to turbulence.
Murong Heng frowned, raised his sword vigorously to resist, and suddenly used his left hand to strike in the direction of Mo Jing. The palm force instantly hit Mo Jing's chest and forced him back several steps.
Mo Jing felt severe pain in his chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Even though he was injured, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more intense. He stared at Murong Heng with bright eyes and praised without hesitation: "Brother Murong, you are really strong!"
"Come again!"
Mo Jing flipped his wrist violently, and the sword burst out with a powerful sword intent in mid-air. The sword wind was so sharp that the airflow in the space was stirred to pieces!
The sword struck down, and everyone around was shocked.
Murong Heng's face was solemn, this man was simply crazy, he raised his sword and violently resisted.
But this knife was too terrifying, forcing him to keep retreating. His face was painful from the wind of the knife, and his feet slid into a deep ravine on the ground.
"Brother Murong, one more blow!" came Mo Jing's excited voice.
Murong Heng's expression froze: "..." Am I being used as a target for you? !
