Before the noise of the crowd stopped, many people couldn't help but took action directly, flying towards the eight stone pillars and fighting for the light groups on the stone pillars.
Li Chunjun also participated in the competition.
Compared to monks from other powerful forces, he couldn't use his divine skills at all. He could only rely on his sword energy. Now that a good opportunity to compete for magical powers was right in front of him, he would never give up this opportunity.
What he values is a light group on the stone pillar at Baguakan. The light group is aqua blue.
At the same time as him, those who value this light group are the three geniuses of the Shanhe Sect in the Nine Heavens of the Middle-earth God Realm.
Although the Shanhe Sect is not as powerful as the behemoths such as the major aristocratic families or the Haoran Zhengqi Sect, it should not be underestimated.
The three geniuses competing with Li Chunjun have already ignited 60% to 70% of the divine soul fire, and their moves are all filled with surging cultivation.
Li Chunjun did not use his sword energy, so he was at a disadvantage as soon as he took action.
Xuanyuan Jing was still watching and did not take action. Seeing that Li Chunjun was at a disadvantage, he turned the folding fan in his hand and blocked the three geniuses of Shanhe Sect with an invisible offensive.
Upon seeing this, the three geniuses of the Shanhe Sect shouted loudly, summoned the rest of their fellow disciples of the Shanhe Sect, and began to besiege Li Chunjun.
"A wild cultivator from the Southern Region is worthy of being an enemy of our Shanhe Sect!"
The mountain and river sect monks scolded angrily.
Li Chunjun was increasingly at a disadvantage. Xuanyuan Jing's attack was not very powerful. After all, the Shanhe Wanli Fan was mainly used for self-defense, not for killing the enemy.
"Open the mountain!"
A tyrannical roar suddenly came from the chaos, and immediately a beautiful figure like a black lotus flashed to Li Chunjun's side, knocking back the Shanhe Sect monk with one punch.
Li Chunjun looked at Lu Xiaojin who was helping him, and was puzzled. When did he have such a friendship with Lu Xiaojin?
"Lu Xiaojin, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"
The Shanhe Sect monks were shocked and angry. They were a little afraid of Lu Xiaojin, but the opportunity was ahead of them and they would never give up.
Lu Xiaojin was extremely cold and cold, and when Zhao Wuyang was not around, she would take good care of his relatives and friends for Zhao Wuyang. In her opinion, this was a matter of course.
Her tone was cold:
"roll."
"Then don't blame us, the Shanhe Sect, for having too many people to bully others!" The monks of the Shanhe Sect shouted angrily, and they all used the unique skills of the Shanhe Sect.
"Thank you for your help..." Li Chunjun thanked him and cupped his fists in his hands.
A dark sickle as tall as a person appeared in Lu Xiaojin's hand, and he said calmly:
"You're welcome. Everything that's fine is my business."
? ? ? Li Chunjun's mind was filled with questions. He suspected that he had heard wrongly, what happened between Zhao Wujiang and Lu Xiaojin. Lu Xiaojin actually calls him so affectionately?
Not far away, Xuanyuan Jing also looked confused. She didn't hear what Lu Xiaojin said clearly and was also confused about Lu Xiaojin's behavior.
Didn’t Lu Xiaojin go after Wujiang? Why are you helping Li Chunjun now?
Lu Xiaojin's dress was fluttering, and she was extremely domineering. She raised her hand and slid the sickle through the void, directly cutting a mountain and river sect monk who rushed up into two pieces.
The corpses and blood were scattered, Lu Xiaojin was as cold as frost, without saying a word, her figure flashed towards the Shanhe Sect's team, and started killing indiscriminately.
"Lu Xiaojin! Once my senior brother of Shanhe Sect knows what happened today, you will not be able to live peacefully in Daolian Secret Realm!!!"
The mountain and river sect monks suffered numerous casualties in the blink of an eye. Lu Xiaojin's domineering and unstoppable strength frightened the surviving monks of the mountain and river sect. They retreated one after another, trying to escape from the cave, uttering harsh words while fleeing.
Lu Xiaojin glanced at him lightly and didn't care at all. Even if the elder of Shanhe Sect came, she, Lu Xiaojin, would kill him when she should. She would not be afraid in the slightest.
"Bang bang!"
The two corpses flew back and hit the mud floor in the cave, wiping out two long blood stains.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen monks from the Shanhe Sect who had fled flew back upside down and fell to the ground, with screams everywhere.
Everyone looked outside the cave in surprise.
A figure dressed like ink, with a gentle yet evil temperament walked slowly towards him.
Seeing the visitor, the fighting and onlookers exclaimed:
"Zhao Wuyang? Aren't you dead?"
