Changke Zong's disadvantage was already obvious. All the elites present were killed by Chashan and Zhang Kui.
During the chaotic battle, a group of people retreated to the competition venue. It was Chi Miaofeng who had escaped earlier. Xiao Huan and Xiao Buhui led the group of female disciples to retreat again and again. The only enemy was the snake-headed monster Qing Fu, but they were forced to retreat. It is difficult to move even an inch.
It's not that Xiao Huan and Xiao Buhui are not strong enough. Xiao Huan, the two of them, is a shapeshifter and can easily deal with Qing Fu. However, Qing Fu did not fight her head-on. Instead, he massacred Chi Miaofeng's disciples. At Qing Fu's feet The giant python was so powerful and swift that the women in their twenties could not cope with it, and they all died from its fangs.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Huan ordered to retreat to the competition venue. There were other sects there, and Qing Fu might have changed his target.
Not far away from them, Zuo Zhiwei crossed his hands on his chest. The belief that he wanted to kill Qingfu to avenge his master was tightly wrapped in his heart, but Chi Miaofeng's life and death had nothing to do with him. He would only kill Qingfu in order to avenge his master. He took action after killing Chi Miao Feng's disciples.
What Xiao Huan didn't expect was that Qing Fu kept killing the disciples of Chi Miao Feng and never wanted to leave. What made matters worse was that seven or eight warriors jumped out from nowhere and swaggered into the crowd and attacked Chi Miao Feng. The disciples chopped and chopped.
"Stop!" Xiao Buhui shouted: "Are you disciples of the sect? Why are you trying to kill me, Chi Miaofeng!"
"No!!..." A cry attracted the attention of everyone in the room, "Master!" "Master!" Mixed with it were unpleasant screams.
Following the sound, on the other side of the Tianhe Gate, amid the airtight medicinal powder and pungent poisonous gas, the Yin-Yang Ghost Ancestor Changji walked out. His black and white claws dragged a corpse that was corroded by the poison and transformed into a human shape. It was the corpse of the river that day. The body of Ouyang Bai, the head of the Medicine Sect.
This situation undoubtedly caused the originally chaotic competition venue to enter extreme panic. No one thought that this leader-level figure would fall here. He was the leader and strongest existence in the sect.
Crazy, chaotic! Wen Song, the deputy head of the Tianhe Sect Medicine Sect, shouted to all the disciples and elders: "Kill out! Kill out quickly!" In an instant, the elites of the Tianhe Sect began to attack crazily. No matter which sect or sect they belonged to, as long as they blocked their way, They will all be attacked desperately.
The elites of the Fallen Leaf Sect who originally came to kill the Yin Yang Ghost were instantly dispersed, and some of them actually fought with the Tianhe Sect. Among them, the Chashan disciples who secretly sneaked in to kill the elites of other sects were also implicated, and fled in panic. There was nowhere to escape, so he had no choice but to fight. He was being hit so hard that he couldn't tell who he was hitting.
Ye Bingzhi shouted to Zuo Zhiwei beside Chimiao Peak: "Ji! Return to the sect to protect the disciples!" Zuo Zhiwei clenched his fists, roared in his throat, glared at Qing Fu, and ran towards the Luoye Sect.
The funny thing is that no one paid attention to the Yin-Yang ghost anymore. He walked out of the fighting crowd. Behind him was a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him fiercely. It was Ouyang Bai's proudest disciple, Mute. Wensong grabbed the mute's shoulders with force and growled: "Run out! Take revenge!"
The mute opened his mouth wide and could not speak but let out a human scream. His skin turned purple-black. As he sprinted, he was like a meteor dragging a purple-black circle several feet long. He rushed to the left side of the murderer first. Next to the guard, a claw left a poison mark on his chest, and then a path filled with poison and black clay was carved out for the Tianhe Sect disciples.
Ouyang Bai's body had rotted into a skeleton, and the Yin-Yang ghost carried Ouyang Bai's skull to the front of Chashan Iron Arhat. The Iron Arhat and the Yin-Yang Ghost stared at each other. The Yin-Yang Ghost smiled strangely but did not speak. Iron Arhat chuckled and said: "Your Excellency already has the strength to kill the leader, why do you need to be obsessed with this little trick like my Shashan?"
The Yin-Yang Ghost laughed in a deep voice, and then became sharper after speaking, "Isn't it worth exchanging your life for a small blood needle?" "Hahahaha..." Iron Arhat laughed wildly and said: "It's a pity that the blood needle has been used. Even if you force it, I'm afraid it won't have any effect."
The Yin-Yang Ghost seemed a little surprised by this, "It doesn't work?" The Yin-Yang Ghost said to himself, "Why didn't that mouse say that?" As if it was irritated, the Yin-Yang Ghost's voice became harsh, "You have to leave it to me!" "After saying that, he pounced on the Iron Arhat.
In the bamboo forest outside Lotus Villa, Mu Ziyun was lying down and turned his head and said to the matchmaker: "Have you decided what to say?"
The little matchmaker snorted and turned her head to the side. "Your clothes are amazing!" Mu Ziyun clicked on her clothes, "It has been roasted by the fire for so long, and the color has not even changed. Hey, did you buy it or is it a sect treasure?"
The little matchmaker had a charming smile on her face, "You want it? I'll give it to you, but you have to take it off yourself." "That's not true." Mu Ziyun swallowed, "I just want to have a fever, I don't know what you are doing." Do you want to?"
"Tch." The little matchmaker rolled her eyes and said, "You useless idiot." Mu Ziyun chuckled, sat up and said, "Whatever you say, I won't give you a chance. I'll give you three numbers, no." Say I will burn you and leave, three, two..."
"Senior Brother Mu, how old are you this year?" The little matchmaker's eyes were so electric that Mu Ziyun's heart trembled.
"One, okay, I won't ask anymore. See you in the next life." Mu Ziyun controlled the flame and covered the little matchmaker's head.
"I said! Let me go!" "It's too late, I won't serve you any more." "You goddammit, the bleeding needle is on my body. If you burn me, you will never know what it is in this life."
The flame retreated and leaked out of the little matchmaker's face again. Mu Ziyun knelt down and said, "Tell me, where is it hidden?" The little matchmaker coughed a few times due to the smoke and said, "You put the fire away first, I will I'll give it to you." "Then I won't read it, and you can go and die."
"Hey! After all, you are a man, how can you be so afraid of a woman like me?" the little matchmaker yelled angrily.
"Hey, you are not a woman, you are a tiger. I'm afraid you will bite me, so hurry up and get it. I don't have the patience."
"Take it yourself, in my arms." "...In my arms?" "Yeah, didn't you touch it just now? Why, are you afraid?"
Mu Ziyun muttered, "I'm afraid I won't." Staring at the little matchmaker's breasts, Mu Ziyun's face turned red and red, "Let's do this, I'll let you have a hand, you can take it out yourself, don't play any tricks!"
The little matchmaker made a sound and said nothing. Mu Ziyun controlled the flames and let go of her arms. The little matchmaker reached into her arms, scratching and scratching.
"Hey, are you okay? Don't play tricks."
"Okay, let's see." The little matchmaker threw something at Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun thought it was a hidden weapon and grabbed it in his hand. He grunted and looked at the thing in his hand.
A piece of soft and smooth white cloth, embroidered with colorful patterns. Mu Ziyun looked at it for a long time before he recognized what it was. Mu Ziyun's cheeks were deeply red, and he forced himself to calm down and said: "Give me your dirty clothes." Well, don't tell me this is an abortion."
"Of course not." A cold voice came from behind. Mu Ziyun was shocked. He found that the little matchmaker was no longer in the flames. He turned around and happened to see three flying knives in front of him. Mu Ziyun immediately lay back and knocked away the flying knives with the flames. , stood up.
"When did you come out?" "When you were staring at other people's dirty clothes."
Cough, Mu Ziyun coughed dryly, "How dare you play tricks on me? Let's see how I deal with you!"
The little matchmaker covered her face with her wide sleeves and flew off the ground in an instant. The speed made Mu Ziyun scream in surprise. The little matchmaker's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she flew up. She thought to herself, she almost fell into the hands of this kid. He's here, born with a body of fire. I may not be his opponent. Let's go back first. Sooner or later, I will kill him with my own hands.
