Yang Zhao listened to the bickering of those people with great interest while refining some useful information.
The owner of Junzhou Lake is called Lao Fuxian, and is called Lao by big figures in the world of cultivation. His age is definitely beyond what Yang Zhao could have imagined.
I don't know whether this old floating immortal is a human, a beast, a demon or an immortal, but it is certain that he has superior strength.
Looking at their actions, even if so many people gathered together, Lao Fuxian had no intention of being afraid. On the contrary, those people were a little afraid of Lao Fuxian.
Seeing those people quiet down, the ethereal voice continued to sound softly.
"You are free to argue as much as you want, but if you want to take action, the fighting must be within Junzhou Lake, otherwise I will not recognize it."
This time, the charming female voice that originally spoke came out again: "I use this lake as a threat every time, so that you, old fairy, can eat with your mouth full and not be afraid of hurting your stomach."
"I never force myself on others, please do as you please." Old Fuxian said in the same unhurried tone.
This is said with confidence and without fear.
The water, air and water routes were all silent for a moment, not knowing who made the move first. All those who wanted to compete for the position in the lake rose into the sky in unison, and did not stop until they all turned into a small black dot.
I want to hear. Then, the entire Junzhou Lake glowed with a faint green light. The light rose from the lake, passed over the heads of Yang Zhao and others, and quickly extended to the surroundings.
Yang Zhao quickly flew up to a higher altitude and turned to look at Li Jing.
When the rushing green light was still almost ten miles away from the BJ city wall, a brilliant voice was heard coming from Lijing.
"Old Fuxian, it's over."
The green light was also very obedient. It stopped flowing in an instant and stayed in place.
In comparison, the green light in other directions encountered no obstacles. As far as Yang Zhao could see, he could not see how far he extended.
Originally, she wanted to record the sky, but now through the green light, the black spots on it were somewhat unclear.
But she didn't dare to let her fly up to watch the excitement. What if a big boss didn't like her and gave her a break?
In fact, she was not the only one. The group of people nearby raised their heads and stared eagerly at the sky through the green light, but no one dared to fly up to watch the excitement.
She walked over and chatted with Liu Sheng: "What do you think this green light is for?"
Liu Sheng raised his head and said nonchalantly: "There's no way he's here to protect us. Maybe he's here to catch the blood dripping from the sky?"
Yang Zhao also thought so in his heart. The old Fuxian in Junzhou Lake gave up his house to raise children for others, just for a little bit of flesh and blood. He definitely didn't want others to take advantage of it.
Gradually, people on the ground could see some bright spots flickering in the sky through the green light. After a while, a huge roar swept across the ground, and a huge air wave pressed down from the sky, catching everyone below by surprise.
Some people with lower cultivation levels fell directly to the ground, while those with higher cultivation levels were gray-headed and disheveled.
And most of the Xiaodou people beside Yang Zhao were gone on the spot, and the rest were lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
She knelt down and asked about the little bean people.
"We're all fine, but our bodies are a little too weak."
Just when those Xiaodou people were about to struggle, a huge wave of air suddenly hit them from above and pushed them back. Even Yang Zhao was almost knocked to the ground by the sudden press on his head.
At this time, there were only a handful of little bean people lying on the ground, and the few that were lying on the ground were unable to move.
Liu Sheng next to him looked a little strange when he saw it: "Yang Zhao, the fighting above will not stop for a while. These people won't cause trouble for you in the future, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the next stream of air had already been shot down, and the strong impact turned the few remaining little bean people back into beans.
At this point, all the Xiaodou people who came to Junzhou Lake with Yang Zhao were wiped out.
Yang Zhao shook his head, collected all the purses scattered on the ground, counted the number of purses, and found that the numbers did not match.
She first stuffed these purses into the Qiankun bag in her arms, then bent her waist and started to poke around.
These purses contained not only money, but also miniature cameras. She would always find them all.
The air waves in the sky surged one after another, and the people on the ground were ravaged.
Liu Sheng was swayed left and right by the waves of air. Seeing her not straightening up for a long time, he came over and asked strangely: "Are you still looking for your wallet? Are those wallets important?"
Yang Zhao straightened up and said back: "There is money in it. If it is lost, I will pay the original price to others."
"This is not your problem. Can you think of a way to immobilize me?"
Yang Zhao waved her hand, and the bracelet on her wrist turned into a spear. She poked the tip of the dragon spear into the ground and pulled Liu Sheng over.
"Just hold this gun."
Liu Sheng hugged the gun with a confused look on his face and lowered his waist again while watching her.
Yang Zhao searched for a long time on the ground in despair, but in the end he still missed two wallets and couldn't find it.
She couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache, but she could only accept this fact.
Now she can only hope that the cameras in those purses have been trampled to pieces, or pray that the person who found the purse only cares about the money inside.
When Yang Zhao looked up, he saw Liu Sheng wrapped around the dragon spear like a vine.
