"Zhao Wuyang, you are brave!"
"Zhao Wuhuang, don't be so greedy!"
"Arrogant!"
The dozen monks who were driven back by Zhao Wujiang were furious:
"Your friend Li Chunjun has obtained a magical power, don't you think it's enough?
Where is this place?
With so many fellow Taoists vying for it, it's not enough for you to have obtained one small magical power. Are you going to try to seize the second one?
Beware of retribution for being so greedy! "
Zhao Wujiang looked around at everyone, spread his hands, and said with an evil smile:
"If you don't accept it, just come and get it."
"You..." More than a dozen monks gathered around:
"You're looking for death!"
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with purple light, and a vertical mark appeared between his eyebrows. He was full of demonic aura and took the lead to take action.
With one palm, the monk at the front was knocked upside down, hit hard against the stone wall of the cave, and fell to the ground, covered in blood.
Zhao Wujiang's offensive continued, and everyone only saw a streak of purple light demonic energy moving through the cave. Wherever it passed, the monks who had just fought with him were repelled one after another. Some of them were surging with energy and blood, and some were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
When everyone saw Zhao Wuxu clearly again, Zhao Wuxu was already standing beside his brother Zhao Wuliang and his friend Li Chunjun, handing the lavender light ball to Zhao Wuliang.
The onlookers were more and more shocked. Zhao Wuhuang's domineering and powerful style was almost the same as Lu Xiaojin's. Moreover, Zhao Wuhuang also had a unique evil temperament that made everyone dare not underestimate him.
The fighting and fighting continued, and after a while, the ownership of the eight light groups was basically determined.
One is Lu Xiaojin from the Lu family, one is from the Tianzong Zhang Delu, one is from Li Chunjun, one is from Zhao Wuxu, one is from the Qingqiu Fox Clan and the other from the Tianlang Clan, one is from the Tianhe Clan's Yin Tao'er, one is from the Wang family, and one is from Butian Pavilion.
Eight in total.
This made many forces that had not fought for a light group become increasingly colder, and the atmosphere was filled with murderous intent.
"Zhao Wuyang, each major sect and clan only has one magical power. Why do you three have two?"
More and more people were dissatisfied and roared angrily.
"Zhao Wuyang, this man is innocent of the crime of having a jade in his possession. If you are wise, I advise you to take one out as soon as possible, otherwise you will not be able to get out of here today."
"You are alone and weak. No matter how strong you are, can you still defeat so many of us?"
Seeing more and more people speaking up, Li Xuantong from Butian Pavilion also stood out of the queue, with a gentle smile on his face like a handsome young man. He smiled and said:
"Brother Zhao, why don't you bring out one of your magical powers? After all, even Senior Sister Lu, who is so powerful, only has one, and you three have two of them. Taking out one of them can help ward off disasters.
Don't look at me, I am doing this for Brother Zhao's benefit, lest because of Brother Zhao, more fellow Taoists here will become angry, which will eventually lead to increased casualties. "
Li Xuantong felt that what he said was good. He not only gave Lu Xiaojin a hand, but also instigated everyone and Zhao Wuyang, and even further instigated Zhao Wuyang and Lu Xiaojin.
With Lu Xiaojin's domineering personality, she only had one magical power. Why should Zhao Wuxu be better than her?
Li Xuantong felt more and more that this was the case. If he fanned the flames later, Lu Xiaojin would probably take action against Zhao Wuhuang. Originally, Lu Xiaojin might have been secretly angry because he failed to capture Zhao Wuhuang, so he just gave Lu Xiaojin a chance.
Lu Xiaojin glanced at Li Xuantong lightly and kissed her red lips:
"A Feng, what did you ask me for before?"
Lu Feng rolled his eyes and said with some uncertainty:
"...Junior Sister Huayi...then...teach Li a lesson..."
"Li Xuantong?"
"Ah, yes, yes, that's Li Xuantong. Sister, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Lu Feng was a little confused, and then his eyes trembled. He heard a snap, and a figure flew past his eyes. He hit the stone wall of the cave heavily and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
It was Li Xuantong who came out to interfere in the matter.
Lu Xiaojin gently turned her wrist and said coldly:
“You are the only one who talks a lot.
I don’t have any objections. Who among you has any objections? "
The monk who was trying to suppress Zhao Wuyan immediately fell silent, while the other monks looked at Lu Xiaojin with surprise on their faces.
