Two mysterious women in white dresses were about fifty miles away. They had attracted the attention of the fourth-level masters on both sides who were watching the battle. They were secretly wary and still thinking about countermeasures. The cold and soft voice of the woman could be heard from a distance, like gold and stone clashing, clear and clear. Traveling across hundreds of miles of sea.
"Everything passes by like clouds floating in the sky. One word can subdue the waves. Be still!"
The undulating sea surface followed the final word "quiet", as if an invisible spell passed by, smoothing out the large and small waves, and spreading towards the sea areas of the warring parties at an extremely fast speed. The wind died down and the waves miraculously fell silent.
Even the various roars, explosions, and roars were strangely weakened by three points.
The monks on both sides of the war noticed that something was wrong, and under the orders of their respective leaders and captains, they began to retreat separately.
Someone used magic to pick up the corpses and seriously injured companions floating in the changed sea water. They looked at the two women flying slowly towards them, their eyes full of awe.
Chen Qingqiao's eyelids twitched wildly, and the messengers shouted, "He is a master of fifth-level Confucianism cultivators. He uses the magical power of [verbal punishment and writing]. I have never heard that there is a powerful female Confucianism cultivator in Daying Dynasty. Quick, send the order for the team to withdraw and form an array!" "
Two people clasped their fists in response to "Yes", and their figures flashed to send orders to form a formation to deal with the sudden appearance of the master.
There are also fourth-level masters who have sent flying sword messages one after another to warn the capitals of various countries in the Eastern Continent and ask for help. Their team is isolated overseas. How could they have expected such a change and such an unpredictable crisis?
Ling Fengli, a newly promoted fourth-level Confucian cultivator sent out by Daying Dynasty, saw everyone else looking at him and hurriedly sent a message: "There are no fourth-level Confucian cultivators currently registered in Daying, and there are not even many third-level Confucian women. There is even less possibility of a fifth-level female Confucian cultivator."
He was fascinated by the power of Confucianism and supernatural power that could utter a single word to determine Haibo.
It's a pity that the other party is not a senior of Daying Confucianism. This conflict will not end well.
Chen Qingqiao looked at the busy group on the Western Continent from a distance, shrinking the team and making the same arrangement. He was slightly confused, wasn't it the Confucian masters on the Western Continent?
Perhaps the two women were just like Lu Yuanyuan and the magic weapon monk back then, traveling from afar from the vast continent?
Hope so.
At this time, Chen Zhong, who was arrayed toward the southeast among the monks, and Gao Leng, who was stained with blood and looked embarrassed, looked at each other in shock. One of the women who came was wearing a curtain hat and covering her face with tulle. Why does he look so much like Uncle Zhao?
The familiar style of the long skirt with sword sleeves and tassels and the charming figure, even if they are twenty or thirty miles apart, they will not recognize her wrongly.
During their idle years in the sect, they were invited by Master Zhao to serve as Taoist priests at the Qingzheng Academy, teaching the fifth batch of apprentices. They spent a lot of time with Master Zhao, who had no airs and loved to joke, and were very familiar with him.
Uncle Zhao, who was originally quiet and had never shown any strength in cultivation, suddenly went into seclusion for more than ten days last autumn, and when he came out, he became a master of the Golden Core Realm.
There was no escape from the ordinary world, everything was quite sudden.
"This is Uncle Zhao!"
"is her!"
"Do you want to send a message to Daochang Chen?"
"Just wait and see what happens. Uncle Zhao is dressed the same as the woman. There must be something hidden in it. Maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity. We don't need to get too involved."
"That senior's magical power is so powerful. The water below is still windless and smooth, as smooth as a huge semi-curved mirror."
"How powerful is a fifth-level Confucian master?"
The two of them were in a relaxed state of mind and communicated through the sound transmission about their feelings after seeing a fifth-level master take action.
Chen Qingqiao communicated with several fourth-level monks and quickly came up with a response strategy. When he saw the two mysterious women stopped twenty miles away and did not approach any further, they felt relieved in their hearts. This represented a kind of talkable relationship. bona fide.
Chen Qingqiao led a few people to fly out of the queue and bowed their hands in greeting. "Chen Qingqiao, a monk from the Eastern Continent, led the crowd to pay homage to the senior. I have met fellow Taoists. I wonder what the senior has ordered?"
The fourth-level monks from the Western Continent, more than ten miles away, were unwilling to be left behind and also saluted and greeted them.
Neither of them were fools, and it was obvious that neither party knew the two women who came. Zhao Zhuer glanced at the two formations waiting for her on the sea in the distance. She was not arrogant enough to break through with Fang Bailan.
If a fifth-level Confucian cultivator is surrounded by a formation of one to two hundred third-level monks and seven or eight fourth-level monks, he will be piled to death.
There were many formation masters, talisman masters, and even sword cultivators, divination masters, etc. in that formation. They were not martial arts cultivators known for their strong bodies and close combat, so she would not cause trouble for herself.
What's more, Fang Bailan's strength has only recovered 30%. It's okay to use magical powers to scare people, and he's not afraid to fight alone. It's better to fight a group alone.
What she can take advantage of is one party's fear of the other. Which party the fifth-level master prefers will win a big victory.
Fang Bailan's cold voice sounded, "Fellow Taoists, you're welcome, please get up!"
However, the next sentence made the situation in the Eastern Continent suddenly become tense, and everyone was in danger.
Fang Bailan moved the five fingers of her right hand like flying butterflies, and a ghost book appeared in the air. Pages were flipped, and ancient characters appeared and turned into Qingfeng Library. "I and the Western Continent" "Wenzhai Academy", there are old , are there any Confucian cultivators from Wenzhai Academy here?"
Suddenly there was a suppressed cry from the Western Continent, and when he looked at the array of monks on the Eastern Continent, he felt an indescribable sense of schadenfreude.
Two young male and female Confucian monks wearing white scholar robes with unique silver flower edging on the cuffs flew out of the queue, bowed excitedly in the air, "Wenzhai Academy disciples Fang Fang and Zhong Qiong pay their respects to the Supreme Elder! "
They recognized that the mysterious senior was using the secret "Qingying calligraphy style" that was not taught in the academy. Various miraculous phenomena were recorded in the classics. The secret law of Qingying calligraphy was hidden deep in the stone wall of the secret room. Except for the mountain master of the academy, , and fourth-level Confucianism cultivators can comprehend and understand, but other disciples and disciples are not allowed to watch.
It's a pity that Wenzhai Academy has declined to the point where there are no fourth-level Confucian cultivators to support its facade.
Suddenly they saw a fifth-level senior who claimed to have an old relationship with Wenzhai Academy and displayed a unique secret technique. They were not overjoyed to admit it first. As for whether it was true or not, please return to the mountain gate after the current war.
Chen Qingqiao led several fourth-level monks to retreat to the formation. He sent a message to several people, "If something cannot be done and the battle is chaotic, we will escape in groups of two and two. Remember not to be reluctant to fight, so as to leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood." , I can tolerate revenge in the future, but I can’t lose all the masters here.”
A fifth-level Confucian cultivator who is good at supernatural powers has joined the Western Continent, and they have no chance of winning.
As for the team of nearly two hundred and third-level monks, they can only live with their destiny, and only those who can escape will be counted.
Everyone trying their best will only lose their lives and it will not help. Fang Bailan raised his right hand, asked the two academy monks to stand up, and said, "The Taoist friend next to me is the protector of the Fairy Spirit Temple in the Eastern Continent. Are there any Immortal Spirit Temple monks here?"
In full view of everyone, Chen Chong and Gao Leng received countless messages. They replied with a few words, quickly flew out of the queue, and saluted with clasped fists: "I've met Uncle Zhao, and I'd like to pay my respects to you, senior!"
There was a trace of uneasiness in their hearts. Uncle Zhao was not controlled by that old monster from Wenzhai Academy, was he?
Zhao Zhuer took off her curtain hat, revealing a pretty face that was both angry and happy. She raised her hand to signal the two of them to stand up, and said with a smile: "Sister Fang means that it is better to untie enemies than to tie them. What you are seeking is the path to immortality, not the rotten dog dog. She wants to be a peacemaker, and the two sides can sit down and have a lively talk, compromise and seek common ground, and call it quits. What do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, Chen Chong and Gao Leng were relieved that Master Zhao had not been kidnapped.
Master Zhao’s move has immeasurable merit.
Waves of low cheers suddenly erupted from the ranks of monks on both sides. There are experts who can control the situation to supervise the peace talks, so there is no need to worry about reaching an agreement. There are not many people who really want to fight to the death or risk their lives.
Isn’t it good to seek immortality?
