Jing Yingrong: "Drug?"
"Yes," Tang Zhile said mysteriously, "It's the kind of drug that confuses the mind and induces lust, do you understand?"
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Tang Zhile said: "That girl probably wanted to get someone even if she didn't get what she wanted. She didn't know where she got the elixir. The level of the elixir was not low. But she didn't succeed and was noticed by Brother Yin. ”
Jing Yingrong: "Then?"
"Then Brother Yin killed the girl." Tang Zhile shrugged and added: "Kill her on the spot. By the time Dean Song and the Di Rong clan leader arrived, Brother Yin had already started fighting with other Di Rong clan members. , several were seriously injured. Oh, Wu Yaochen didn’t come that time, and no one in that group was Brother Yin’s opponent.”
Jing Yingrong asked: "How does Song Jibai handle this matter?"
Tang Zhile replied: "Dean Song said that since everyone is dead, there will be no further investigation. The leader of the Dirong clan didn't have any trouble, so he took his people back home."
Jing Yingrong: "That's it."
"Yes, our relationship with the Di Rong Clan became rigid after that. Then two years ago, we, the Di Rong Clan, and several other factions explored a certain ruins together. The ruins were huge. Originally, we Everyone did not interfere with each other and worked according to their own abilities, but the people from the Di Rong tribe couldn't get along with us and always grabbed things from us. The leader of the Di Rong tribe at that time was Wu Yaochen. He and Brother Yin didn't take any action in the front and just let us do whatever they wanted. After a small fight, when the most important treasure in the final ruins appeared, the two of them fought."
Jing Yingrong: "Who wins?"
Tang Zhile touched his nose, as if he remembered something interesting, and said in a confused voice: "There was no winner. After they were both seriously injured, people from other forces came. Seeing that the treasure was about to fall into the hands of others, he The two actually teamed up to destroy the treasure! Then Brother Yin led us to escape from the ruins, and Wu Yaochen did the same, leaving the other factions behind. Until now, those factions are still treating us because of this incident He has a grudge against the Emperor Rong clan."
As soon as Tang Zhile finished speaking, the battle on the stage began.
The Jindan monk offered a sword-shaped magic weapon and said: "Sun Hong of Jiatanzhou, boy, let your horse come over!"
"Yin Xueze of the Zhenwu Academy."
The black flames of the Black Prison Divine Spear danced wildly, and Yin Xueze raised a pair of three-white eyes, staring at the opponent like a hungry beast.
"Yin...Yin Xueze?"
Sun Hong's expression was dull. The referee in the middle was about to announce the start of the challenge. He suddenly shouted to stop: "Wait a minute!"
The Taichu Temple disciple frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
Sun Hong stammered: "Well, I, I found the wrong person! The person I want to challenge, no, is not him."
"Then who are you going to challenge?"
"I..."
Sun Hong hurriedly took out the illustrated book, using both his eyesight and his consciousness to search it quickly.
"The person I want to challenge is the resident of the Ziju next to Muyunjian. That person is also a Foundation Establishment Perfectionist. I made a mistake. I made a mistake. Hehe."
Sun Hong forced out a sarcastic smile and looked at Yin Xueze with a hint of fear.
Yin Xueze turned around and walked away. When he turned around, a few sparks from the Ink Prison Gun intentionally or unintentionally landed on Sun Hong's shoes. Several holes were immediately burned out in his low-grade spiritual weapon's boots.
Sun Hong: "You..."
As soon as he said the word "you", the rest of his words were forced back into his stomach by Yin Xueze's glance back.
When Yin Xueze came off the stage, he saw Wu Yaochen walking towards him. Wu Yaochen smiled at Yin Xueze, but Yin Xueze ignored him.
Wu Yaochen stepped onto the stage in front of Sun Hong's blank eyes, and said with a graceful smile: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Sun's goal is below."
Sun Hong was stunned and said: "Are you... Oh, you are the person I just mentioned? Yes, yes, that's right, I just want to challenge you."
Wu Yaochen handed the token to the disciples of Taichu Temple for inspection, and then took out a long sword that was as bright as the sun's halo and said loudly: "Wu Yaochen of the Emperor Rong Clan, please enlighten me."
"..."
After Wu Yaochen reported his name, Sun Hong was completely dumbfounded.
"Wu... It's actually Young Master Wu in front of you. I made a mistake, I made a mistake. I didn't want to challenge you, I was——"
"Are you done yet?"
The person who made this angry rebuke was none other than the Taichu Guan disciple who had exhausted his patience on the stage.
While being glared at by the disciples of Taichu Temple, Sun Hong also received countless pairs of mocking glances from the audience. He was sweating profusely and his face turned green and white. In his panic and anxiety, he caught it on the illustrated book. a message.
"I want to challenge the owner of the Purple Palace near the Qingxi Bridge. I won't make a mistake this time. It's all because of the random writing in this illustrated book that I made mistakes again and again."
Sun Hong released his spiritual power and shattered the illustrated book into powder. He forced himself to calm down and apologized to the disciples of Taichu Temple.
Wu Yaochen glanced at Sun Hong with a half-smile, which made him break out into cold sweat again.
"This is too embarrassing." Tang Zhile looked like he was watching the fun. He said casually: "I don't know who he picked this time. If someone he can't afford to mess with comes up again, I think he is still... Hey, fellow Daoist Jing, why are you going?"
Jing Yingrong paused slightly, "He picked me."
Tang Zhile: "..."
Seeing the reflection in the mirror approaching, a flash of surprise flashed across Wu Yaochen's face. He nodded to Jing Yingrong and walked off the stage.
"Mid-stage Jindan...can she do it, fellow Daoist Jing?"
Everyone in the Zhenwu Academy was worried. Tang Zhile sighed: "I tried to persuade her when we were choosing a place to live, but she didn't listen. She even said that she could defeat the Golden Core cultivator. I had no choice but to let her go."
"Fellow Taoist Jing doesn't seem like someone who speaks arrogant words. Maybe she is hiding something secretly?"
"I hope so. Alas, there's no point worrying now."
Except for the people from the Zhenwu Academy, most of the other monks watching the battle looked at their reflections in the mirror with sympathy, and a few were gloating about the misfortune.
Jing Yingrong reported his name, and Sun Hong breathed a sigh of relief. He regained his arrogant and domineering look on his face, and said contemptuously: "Don't blame me later for not knowing how to be compassionate, blame you for not having any self-awareness, and you dare to occupy Ziju even in the late stage of foundation building. But, you give in now. It’s too late.”
Jing Yingrong shook his head slightly and said, "Please enlighten me."
"Hmph, if you don't eat the toast, you'll be punished with a drink!"
Sun Hong's face darkened, he activated his spiritual power, and the sword-shaped magic weapon flew into the air, trembling continuously.
He shouted loudly, and the sword-like magic weapon was chopped off at Jing Yingrong's head. The powerful spiritual power and pressure locked Jing Yingrong, and a ferocious hurricane emerged from the ground. There was a vague roar of beasts in the sound of breaking through the air.
There were bursts of exclamations from the audience, and Sun Hong could not help but smile. The disciples of Taichu Temple made a secret and prepared to save people.
Jing Yingrong raised her head, and the enlarged sword-shaped magic weapon was reflected in her pupils. The power of the golden elixir was so terrifying, but it couldn't even lift the corner of her clothes.
