"Brother Liao, I am willing to fight against the enemy with you!"
I don’t know how long it took, but Dongfang Changsheng finally spoke.
The red-clothed spiritual master stood up from the viewing ceremony banquet, leaped into the air, and stood side by side with Liao Qiling and the others, as if they shared the same hatred.
"Thank you, Brother Dongfang!"
Having achieved a breakthrough from zero to one, Liao Qiling's face brightened slightly, and her heart was full of gratitude to this old friend.
With Dongfang Changsheng's statement, some guests finally made up their minds and came to Liao Qiling one after another to express their support for the "Dan Pavilion" master.
They are a handsome swordsman with a fluttering blue shirt, a tall, thin swordsman wearing a purple coat, a muscular and muscular bearded man, and a white-haired, kind-faced swordsman. An old man in a yellow shirt, and a middle-aged female cultivator with a slender figure in a white gauze and white skirt.
Liao Qiling's face was filled with joy, and she puffed up her chest unknowingly, with a hint of expectation in her heart.
However, reality was like a bucket of ice water poured down on his head, quickly extinguishing his further fantasies.
Just because after these six people, no one is willing to stand up anymore.
Between Liao Qiling and Zhong Wen, a little-known young man, most people chose to wait and see.
This also means that in the hearts of most guests, Zhong Wen's status is on par with that of the dignified "Dan Pavilion" master.
That’s all, with so many helpers, it should be enough!
Liao Qiling sighed secretly, realizing for the first time that the so-called influence of the "Dan Pavilion" was not as stable as he imagined, and his desire to keep the "Qian Ji Dan" recipe became stronger.
"Is everyone here?" Zhong Wen glanced at the nine spiritual masters opposite him and asked calmly.
"Although I don't know why you are targeting my 'Dan Pavilion'." Liao Qiling pointed at the eight spiritual masters behind him. Before the fight started, he said in a victor's tone, "But now that the situation has reversed, why not surrender as soon as possible? To be free from the pain of flesh and blood.”
"I'll leave these irrelevant people to you." Zhong Wen ignored the other party's remarks and directly ordered behind him, "I will deal with those three from the 'Dan Pavilion'!"
"Okay!" The four people behind responded in unison, and then they quickly moved forward. They were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but they took the initiative to attack.
"You use the sword, and I use the sword too." Qiu Tianlong pulled out the five-foot sword from his back and slashed at the purple-clothed swordsman, "Let's get close to each other!"
Jiang Yushi didn't say a word, but the silver gun in her hand went straight to the blue-shirted swordsman's door, and launched a surprise attack silently.
"Xiao Ming, kill them both!"
The right hand pointed at the burly man and the old man in yellow. A sharp murderous intent flashed through the little girl Zhuma's delicate eyes, but her voice was charming and melodious, like water and song. Many young men present were blushing and restless.
The appearance and body shape of these two spiritual masters are quite similar to those of Master Huang Quan and Master Crazy Lion. Just looking at the two of them, Zhuma felt an inexplicable feeling of mania and hatred in his heart.
Zhong Wen glanced at her helplessly and sighed softly.
The innocent and cute little sister in his heart suddenly changed his personality and turned into a charming but murderous little witch. He still feels very uncomfortable with it even now.
The old man in the yellow shirt sneered, and was about to say a few harsh words before starting the fight, when he suddenly felt a golden light flash in front of his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.
Then, a burst of pain like splitting muscles and bones struck from behind.
When he came to his senses, he found that his body had sunk deep into the thick wall of the lobby. He was dizzy and his whole body seemed to be falling apart.
And the golden, peerless ferocious bird was floating in its original position, making a cry from its mouth, waving its wings gently, and its eyes flashed with blue light. It was as majestic as the legendary divine bird, making people dare not look at it.
What a terrifying speed!
The pupils of Old Monster Ding in the audience seat shrank sharply, and for the first time there was a look of surprise on his face.
Even with his level of cultivation, he couldn't clearly see the action of Xiao Ming's attack just now.
Zhuma was still sitting firmly behind Xiao Ming, but even with such speed, she could not throw her off the bird's back.
"Kill him!" She opened her lips lightly, stretched out her white and smooth hands, and pointed lightly at the strong man on her side.
The big man's face changed drastically, and he took a few steps back in panic. He raised his thick right arm in front of his chest and shouted: "Stone Puppet!"
The walls and the ground seemed to be pulled by an unknown force, breaking and collapsing one after another. Countless stones, bricks and soil gathered from all directions and converged in front of the big man, forming a huge mud and stone puppet.
This puppet's limbs and facial features are not missing at all, and it is actually lifelike, like a living person.
"Ouch~"
The mud-stone puppet had no vocal structure, and it was not clear where it was emitting a strange roar. It waved its fist, which was thicker than a tree trunk, and struck Xiao Ming head-on. It seemed to move slowly, but in fact it was as fast as the wind. Wherever the punch passed, A sharp and harsh sound broke out.
However, this seemingly invincible punch still hit an empty space.
In a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes, the figures of Golden Feather Dapeng and Zhuma had long disappeared. The strong man was shocked. Before he could turn around, he felt an overbearing force suddenly coming out of the blue and hitting him hard in the back of his heart. .
Caught off guard, he couldn't hold back his momentum and fell forward, hitting the mud and stone puppet he had condensed with his spiritual power with a "bang".
Under the collision of passion, he felt severe pain in his forehead and vest at the same time. He was dizzy and swaying for a while, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.
The seemingly tall and powerful puppet had its upper body collapsed, leaving only the waist below still standing.
"Brother, let me help you!" In just a moment, the old man in yellow shirt embedded in the wall had escaped, jumped into the air, and came to the side of the strong man. He slowly raised his arms from the left and right sides, Two dazzling silver-white lights shone in the palm of his hand, his eyes were firmly locked on the Golden Feather Dapeng, and his face was full of alertness.
"Thank you!" The strong man gradually came to his senses and clenched his right hand into a fist. The mud and stone puppet in front of him condensed again, revealing its eyes, ears, mouth and nose, chest, abdomen and arms.
The two of them stood back to back, guarding each other's backs, and gradually settled down.
"What's the point of struggling to the death?" Zhuma murmured softly, "Xiao Ming, let them be freed as soon as possible!"
Xiao Ming let out a scream, and his body turned into a golden shadow again, spinning rapidly around the old man in yellow and the strong man. The speed was so fast that it could no longer be caught by the naked eye.
After taking the "Psychic Pill", Jinyu Dapeng has been completely transformed, and his strength is completely different from when he fought against Ma Baoguo.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Bursts of fierce collisions resounded through the sky, and everyone saw golden lights and shadows going back and forth, appearing and disappearing. Every pause would bring a heavy blow to the old man in yellow and the sturdy man.
However, the counterattacks of these two spiritual masters could not even touch a single hair of the Golden Feather Dapeng. They hit the empty space one after another. Facing Xiao Ming's attack as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, the two of them were beaten passively. There is no good way to deal with it.
Dongfang Changsheng and the middle-aged female cultivator saw that the situation was not good, and when they were about to step forward to help, they heard a pleasant but cold female voice: "Do you think I don't exist?"
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying chill swept over him, covering the sky and the earth, freezing to the bone.
The two of them were startled, and they turned sideways to dodge, and turned around to see the graceful, delicate-looking woman in green glaring at them with wide almond-shaped eyes.
Thousands of colorful spiritual threads shot out from her delicate fingers, covering the entire sky in an instant, and shot towards the two of them.
There was a bit of coldness on every spiritual thread, and before they even got close to them, the two of them felt a faint feeling of blood coagulation.
It turned out that Ye Qinglian saw Zhuma being besieged and took action in anger.
The expressions of both of them changed drastically. They felt that these spiritual energies were coming with a fierce force and were invincible. They had to hide here and there in great embarrassment.
Ye Qinglian's bare hands were clear, and dozens of spiritual threads were used like arms and fingers, as if they had spirituality, freely changing their positions and directions in the air, always staring closely behind the two people's buttocks, not giving them any chance to breathe.
When masters compete, victory or defeat is often decided by a thin line. The strength of these two people is not as good as Ye Qinglian's, and they are seized by the opponent, and they are immediately at a disadvantage without any suspense.
It was clear that they were fighting more, but the two of them were forced to dodge by this fierce-tempered beauty in green, and were unable to launch a counterattack for a while.
"Come on, come on, let's not be idle." Zhong Wen saw that all the guests who were helping the 'Dan Pavilion' were restrained by their partners, his eyes showed satisfaction, and he said with a smile to Liao Qiling and other three 'Dan Pavilion' masters, "If you want to make me think about my faults, I should come up with some skills."
"What an arrogant boy!"
The third elder had a hot temper. When he saw others taking action, he couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted loudly, raised his fist and hit Zhong Wen hard.
A ball of crimson blazing fire ignited from the surface of his fist, making a loud crackling sound and piercing the sky with earth-shaking power. Under the terrifying spiritual power of the spiritual leader, the entire area The temperature skyrocketed instantly, and the dazzling firelight made the faces of everyone below shine.
Zhong Wen smiled slightly and did not dodge. Light golden light streaks suddenly shone all over his body.
These days, he has been writing non-stop every day, constantly carving defensive spiritual patterns on his body.
The hard work paid off, and finally one day, the quantitative change produced a qualitative change. The original silvery white light of the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" turned into pale gold, and its defensive capabilities were even worse than before.
"Boom!"
The third elder's flaming fist seemed to destroy heaven and earth. When it hit Zhong Wen, the sound it made was unexpectedly soft, almost the same as knocking on the door.
But Zhong Wen was still floating in the air leisurely, letting the punch hit his chest, his face was red, he was out of breath, and he didn't even show any pain.
"Looking at how big you are, why are you so weak?"
He had a lazy smile on his face, but the words he spoke almost made the third elder vomit blood in anger, "Have you not had enough to eat?"
"You bastard, die for me!"
The third elder is as fierce as fire, so he is very compatible with the fire-attribute spiritual skills he has practiced, and his combat power ranks among the upper reaches of the spiritual masters. He has never suffered such humiliation in his life, and he is immediately angry and angry again. He raised his arms, opened his bow left and right, and struck out with two blazing fists in succession, swinging them with great force, falling on Zhong Wen like raindrops.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
However, when the fist touched the pale golden spirit pattern, it still only made a sound like popping cotton. Zhong Wen still stood there calmly, with a smile on his face, without feeling like he was being beaten at all.
In the eyes of onlookers, they saw that although the third elder had a fierce face and an astonishing momentum, his fists were raised heavily and fell gently, like mosquito bites and the breeze blowing on his face, giving a strange feeling of "a small fist hitting your chest". If it were placed in the 21st century, I am afraid that the "Magic Medicine Hall" would have been overwhelmed by barrages similar to "actor".
"This master is so weak!"
"Harder, yes, yes, harder!"
"Down, down, move to the left."
"This is it! Very good, hold on!"
"Well, it's comfortable! One more hour!"
While being beaten, Zhong Wen kept saying dirty words in his mouth. He was so angry that the third elder turned red and panted like an ox. He used the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and the fire on the surface of his fist became even brighter. Every time he swung, he used all his strength. .
Even though he used all his strength and constantly changed the attack points, from the head and face, to the chest and abdomen, he even tried to attack the vital parts of Zhong Wen's lower body, but he still couldn't do any damage to him.
But in the audience seats below, there was already an uproar and a lot of discussion.
"Let me go, how can this young master bear such a beating?"
"Looking at the golden stripes on his body, it should be a defensive skill."
"I have lived for so many years and have seen many defensive skills. But something as strong as this is unheard of!"
"Look, the elder of the 'Dan Pavilion' seems to be overwhelmed."
"It's strange! The one who was beaten was so relaxed, but the one who beat him was already exhausted. After living for a long time, he can meet anything!"
"This young master is so handsome!" The woman in red, who had just been selected by Zhong Wen and had the honor to take a "Qian Ji Dan", looked at the shining young man in white hanging in the air, with a cautious look in her eyes, and her heart was full of love. Fallen, he blurted out, "Dad, can my daughter marry him!"
The father beside him, his head covered with black lines, covered his face with his hands, trying his best to pretend that he didn't recognize this nymphomaniac daughter.
"Sixth Elder!" Liao Qiling looked at the third elder who was panting like a dog, his face was gloomy, and he felt bad. He shouted to the sixth elder beside him, "There is no need to talk about morality when dealing with the enemy, let's go shoulder to shoulder!"
"yes!"
The Sixth Elder responded in his mouth, and quickly appeared on Zhong Wen's right side. He lightly slapped a palm with his right hand, and a strong cold air spurted out from his palm and quickly moved towards Zhong Wen's shoulder.
If not long ago, he would still consider the dignity of the spiritual leader, then after witnessing the strange showdown between the third elder and Zhong Wen, the sixth elder no longer dared to have any illusions in his heart, and honestly joined the "group fight" among the team.
The master of the pavilion, Liao Qiling, was no longer reserved. He made a knife with his right hand, raised it above his head, and struck hard in the direction of Zhong Wen.
The spiritual power condensed in front of him and formed a huge, extremely sharp air blade, which went straight towards the young man with the force of breaking through the air.
The three great spiritual masters of "Dan Pavilion", regardless of their face, jointly launched a fierce attack on a young man who was not yet twenty years old in public.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
However, the cruel reality tells them that one plus one plus one may not equal three.
The combined power of three people may sometimes not be much different from that of one person.
Accompanied by bursts of soft sounds, the three spiritual masters' unique skills still failed to break through the pale golden light patterns on the surface of Zhong Wen's body and cause any substantial damage to him.
"How lonely it is to be invincible~"
Zhong Wen stood there, humming a tune, stretched out his right little finger to pick out his ear a few times, put it to his mouth and blew gently, then picked his nostrils out of boredom.
