The fierce battle between Shen Tuli and Du Long was in full swing, but most of the disciples of the Kongtong Sect were still awake. Pang Zijian and others were still frightened and did not dare to act rashly. In fact, based on their ability, even if they try hard to take action, it will not be of much help. It would be more appropriate to stand still.
Lady Jiudu is still reciting the secret spell, but she is seriously injured. Now she is struggling to hold on and is already sweating like rain.
Zhan Meiling was greatly worried when she saw this, and lamented that her internal skills were not pure enough, and she already felt that she was unable to continue.
Just as she was feeling guilty and regretful, two clear chirps suddenly came to her ears. Zhan Meiling followed the sound and saw a pair of wind-piercing sharp figures swooping directly towards the top of the poisonous dragon's head. The steel claws were grabbing at the bloody dragon without any bias. Red three-pronged fleshy crown.
The poisonous dragon was controlled by a secret spell and was already restless. Now it let out a wild hiss and raised its huge head.
This time, it was like a cannonball being discharged from the barrel, slamming into the two sharp figures, but the flesh crown took advantage of the situation and moved to the side, obviously trying to avoid it.
Zhan Meiling looked at it clearly and secretly cursed herself for being confused. It seemed that the poisonous dragon's cover was the fleshy crown on its head. As for those two sharp shadows, could it be...?
At this time, I could hear the clear chirping in my ears again, and a pair of sharp figures managed to avoid the fierce attack of the poisonous dragon. They transformed in mid-air and grabbed the fleshy crown on top of its head again.
Two sharp figures with extended wings, claws like sharp blades, glaring golden eyes, and beaks like steel. They flew calmly and gracefully. Although they looked like eagles, their size was much larger than ordinary falcons. They were raised by the Huangshan Sect. That pair of condors.
Shentu Li received the help of the divine eagle, and the pressure on his body was suddenly relieved a lot. He swung the giant sword with majesty and regained the initiative on the field.
The poisonous dragon gradually turned from attack to defense, showing a forbearing attitude as it evaded. Its huge body coiled into a spire, and for a moment there was no flaw to be found.
Zhan Meiling went all out to help the Nine Poison Madam cast the spell, but at this time she was almost at the end of her strength. But the situation was too urgent and she could not give up halfway. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and hold on, but begging for a moment longer would count as a moment.
Pang Zijian noticed some clues, walked forward quickly, cupped his fists and saluted: "Uncle, my internal energy has been consumed a lot, do you want me to use up a little bit of my strength?"
Zhan Meiling secretly smiled bitterly, shook her head slowly and said, "No, her martial arts contains extremely poisonous substances, and you absolutely cannot bear it. Master Nephew Pang should try his best to take care of other disciples, and then seize the time to take everyone away from the place of right and wrong."
Pang Zijian looked helpless and could only nod in agreement. At this moment, he heard a sudden scream: "It's really A Yan and A Ying! Could it be that Master, the old man, is here?"
Amidst the shouts, three figures rushed towards them. In front were Zhu Fengyin and Shang Hongxiu, and behind was Lei Heng. They looked quite embarrassed in their appearance.
When the two sides met, they were both quite surprised. Lei Hengwu cursed himself and said: "Those stinky bitches deliberately led us to a place where no one is around. Fortunately, Xiao Kong saw the opportunity early. Damn! I'll give it to Grandpa Lei next time. If you catch them, they will be hung up and beaten until they are no longer human!"
Because this man was walking at the end, he saw clearly the torn dress that Pang Zijian was holding in his hand after he finished speaking. He was so shocked that his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he yelled: "You! You are such a thief! You're kidding me!" How is my sister?!"
Pang Zijian had a lot of quarrels with the people in the Six Heroes Alliance. Hearing this, he said calmly: "Little sister? What little sister? Several women were killed by that big snake just now. Are you referring to them?"
Lei Heng was so angry that he punched him without saying a word. How could Pang Zijian be willing to show weakness? He snorted as he stepped aside: "You don't know whether to live or die, do you really want to force Pang to kill?"
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Shang Hongxiu realized the stakes and hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Ah Heng, wait a minute! The situation is not clear at the moment, so it's better to ask first before talking."
Lei Heng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "What are you asking?! This thief ripped off my little girl's clothes. I will never let him go today!"
Shang Hong's sleeves were stagnant, and just as he was frowning, he suddenly heard Zhan Meiling say coldly: "Your little sister was almost killed by an evil beast, and it was only because of the righteousness of my three senior brothers that she saved her life. If you don’t believe it, you can check it yourself.”
Her words were not taken out of context, but they were inevitably taken out of context. Lei Heng and others did not dare to neglect, and when they looked around, they found Yan Ting's figure. It turned out that she was huddled in the bushes near the battle group, vaguely waving to this side.
When the three of them saw that Yan Ting was fine, a big stone in their chests finally fell to the ground. Zhu Fengyin immediately raised his hands as a courtesy and said, "Your faction has given a helping hand regardless of past grudges. We are sincerely grateful. I hope you will forgive me for any offense I have made before."
Zhan Meiling snorted and said lukewarmly: "I'm sorry but I don't take it seriously. As long as Mr. Zhu is willing to help a city, I will be grateful."
Zhu Fengyin felt enlightened and nodded immediately, saying: "In a time of chaos with monsters, all factions should share the same hatred. If we can turn the conflict into friendship, I will be really lucky."
After saying that, he strode forward and was about to take over from Zhan Meiling to teach Lady Nine Poisons. At this moment, he suddenly heard Shang Hongxiu say quickly: "Wait a minute, I think Lady Zhan seems to be at her wits end, so why don't you say hello?" Pang Tanhua and others are helping me, could it be that the people in your sect don’t understand the rules of respecting elders?”
Zhan Meiling was at a loss for words and secretly scolded Shang Hongxiu for being as careful as her hair. Just when she didn't know how to answer, she heard Lin Qianmeng mutter: "Senior Brother Pang...is planning to help...junior uncle, you guys...just come." Okay, what’s so weird about this?”
Everyone looked at the sound and saw that Lin Qianmeng had come closer without knowing it, and the expression on her face did not seem to be fake.
Seeing this, Shang Hongxiu nodded slightly and said, "So that's it. It's just a little girl who's overthinking. But a gentleman doesn't rob others of their beauty. Since Pang Tanhua has such filial piety, how about you please do it first?"
Pang Zijian hesitated secretly, while Lin Qianmeng said humbly: "That's fine, originally... we didn't... need you. Senior Brother Pang... feel free to do whatever you want, I'll help you... protect the law."
I'm sorry that Lin Qianmeng didn't hear Zhan Meiling's instructions to Pang Zijian. She did this just to protect the reputation of her fellow students.
Pang Zijian's teeth were itching with hatred. Just as he was ignoring the matter, he suddenly heard a kind voice saying: "Young men don't have to fight. It's better for me to help you out."
This voice sounds tepid, but has a unique and noble spirit, which makes people feel awe.
When I glanced at him, I could tell clearly, but I saw the person coming was in a yellow uniform with feathers, a copper crown with a bun, a long beard with ink spots, and a skin like jade. One of the Seven Swords of China, known as the Grand Master by everyone in the world, Di Cangqiong, a guest in a yellow shirt without feathers, finally reappears in the mortal world here.
When Zhu Fengyin saw his long-lost teacher, he couldn't help crying with joy. He immediately rushed forward in three steps and two steps at a time. Without saying a word, he bowed his head and said with choked words: "Thankfully, Master is well, apprentice." I will see you, Master."
Di Cangqiong flicked his robe sleeves, lifted Zhu Fengyin's body, and then said calmly: "Your previous ridiculous words and deeds have their own reasons as a teacher, but now you should focus on subduing demons. Girl, please get up too. , just let me take over."
