While waiting for the three people to consolidate their cultivation, Jing Yingrong went to the top of the building to watch the battle between Zuimeng Peak and the beast tide.
In the meantime, I took out a trace stone and tried to record the battle scene. I found that the distance was too far and the white fog blocked the scene, so the recorded picture was very blurry, so I had no choice but to give up.
As time goes by, the numerical advantage of the beast tide no longer exists, and it gradually shows signs of defeat. Although Zuimeng Peak has also lost its members, with the protection of high-level monks, the casualty situation is much better than that of monsters. The overall strength gap between the two sides is getting wider and wider, and the beast tide is not far away from being completely annihilated.
Huo Xiumao was asking Jing Yingrong and Yu Xian for a technique that one of the cultivators from Zuimeng Peak had just used, when Shu Pinghui came up.
"Isn't it over yet?"
Shu Pinghui threw herself on the railing and looked towards the battlefield. The group of them had drank Four Seasons Wine, and all of them had strong spiritual consciousness, so their vision was not affected by the white mist.
Yu Xian: "Soon."
Shu Pinghui puffed up his cheeks, looked at the battlefield littered with corpses, and said: "This is the first time I have witnessed a battle of this scale with my own eyes. A small branch of the beast tide can achieve this level. Our sect's front……"
She said, with some reverie in her eyes.
Huo Xiumao: "If there is a chance in the future, we can also go to the front line, right?"
Yu Xian: "Of course. If there is a chance, I guess there is one. By the way, Brother Wizard and Junior Brother Yin haven't settled yet?"
Shu Pinghui curled her lips and said, "It's been done a long time ago. I met them when I came out. Wu Yaochen asked Yin Xueze to go downstairs to look at the wine. He called me but I didn't go. The wine that wasn't taken away would definitely not be precious spiritual wine. What catches your eyes."
Yu Xian chuckled and said, "That's the reason. We didn't like it, let alone enjoy it, so we didn't go."
Huo Xiumao expressed surprise at another piece of information in Shu Pinghui's words: "Junior brother Yin actually followed?"
Shu Pinghui: "Yes, although it seems reluctant, it's strange that he didn't get angry."
At this time, Jing Yingrong looked at her feet.
Yu Xian: "Junior Brother Yin's temper has gotten better recently..."
Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden "bang", and a big hole exploded in the ground. Wu Yaochen's figure flew out from the smoke and dust, and then another figure jumped out.
The two of them were in mid-air, and the Emperor's Sword opened the incoming Black Prison Spear. Golden flames and black flames burst out and flew, burning small holes on the ground one after another after falling.
Huo Xiumao and Shu Pinghui looked at the two fighting men in shock, while Jing Yingrong calmly said to Yu Xian, "They came up from the two underground floors."
When Yu Xian, whose mouth twitched, heard this, he immediately flew to the top of the big hole and looked down, and his expression suddenly became even worse.
There was a flash of lightning, and Yu Xian grabbed the collars of the two people's necks with lightning speed, and lifted them one by one with one hand. The power of thunder and lightning traveling throughout his body made the two unable to move.
She carried the two of them to the top of the big cave and said almost through gritted teeth: "Two junior brothers, what do you think I should do to explain to Zui Mengfeng?"
"..."
Yin Xueze pursed his lips and said nothing, looking like he was still angry. Wu Yaochen was quite calm - as long as he ignored the embarrassing posture in which he was being carried in the air at the moment, and said: "Let's just say that it was caused by the instability of my spiritual power when I just broke through the realm."
Yu Xian: "Do you think this is caused by unstable spiritual power?"
"This is easy to handle. Senior sister, please let me down first."
"OK."
Yu Xian released his grip on Wu Yaochen's collar and withdrew the power of thunder and lightning from him.
Wu Yaochen landed next to the entrance of the cave, glanced down, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand to release a ball of fire.
The crimson flames grew in the wind, and in a blink of an eye their diameter was far beyond the entrance of the cave, and then they suddenly fell.
boom--
The flames plummeted from the top floor to the ground and dissipated when they reached the room where the wine was stored.
Larger holes with burn marks on the edges appeared on every floor of the building, covering the damage caused by the two men when they came up from below. To.
Seeing this scene, everyone was speechless.
Yu Xian: "...I really belong to you."
Wu Yaochen: "If you give me a prize, please give me a prize."
Yu Xian let out a "tsk" sound and put Yin Xueze down on the ground.
The matter should have come to an end at this point - if it weren't for Jing Yingrong's words, "Did you think of this response method in advance to make him angry?"
Yin Xueze made another move, but was held down by Yu Xian.
Wu Yaochen: "Senior Sister Jing, I think this is called thinking before you act."
Shu Pinghui: "Come on, you clearly deserve a beating."
Yu Xian: "Okay, okay, look at how angry Junior Brother Yin is. Junior Brother Yin, please ignore him, what he says is just like farts."
Wu Yaochen: "..."
Yin Xueze couldn't break free and was forced to wait for the anger to pass, and his mood finally eased.
After calming down, he lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and whispered to Wu Yaochen, "I'm sorry."
Everyone was stunned.
Wu Yaochen himself was dumbfounded, his lips moved silently for a long time, and he choked out: "Huh?"
Yin Xueze stopped talking and stood there a little lost.
The atmosphere in the venue was stagnant.
Yu Xian looked at this and that, coughed twice, took out the carcass of the Sword Mantis to divert everyone's attention, and asked: "Well... Junior Brother Yin, do you think the meat of this thing can be made into dishes?"
Yin Xueze looked at the scorched body and shook his head.
Yu Xian: "Yeah, this body of flesh is wasted."
After saying this, no one answered, and the atmosphere was still a bit awkward. It was obvious that everyone was still thinking about the incident just now.
Except someone.
Yu Xian winked at the reflection in the mirror.
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and said, "Do you want to buy a magic weapon? A middle-grade heavenly weapon."
The word "Heavenly Weapon" instantly captured everyone's attention.
Shu Pinghui: "What kind of heavenly weapon is it?"
Jing Yingrong took out a fan and gave a brief introduction.
When several people looked at Jue Yifan, Jue Yifan's thoughts conveyed to Jing Yingrong showed obvious dissatisfaction: "These are too weak, there is only one, and the cultivation level is barely enough."
As soon as it finished "speaking", Yu Xian said: "This heavenly weapon... It can be seen that the person who made it is very skilled and has almost reached the state of transformation, but the materials used are not that good in comparison. Maybe it is A hands-on work? But overall, it is considered the best among its peers."
Jing Yingrong: "Do you buy it?"
Yu Xian: "I won't buy it. The words on it are too high-profile. I'm not such a high-profile person."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Jing Yingrong looked at the others.
Shu Pinghui, Wu Yaochen and Yin Xueze have little interest in Jue Yifan due to their respective skills and fighting styles.
Huo Xiumao didn't have enough spiritual stones, and he was focused on improving his Gou Li Dao.
Jing Yingrong used her spiritual consciousness to say to Jue: "Don't worry, no one will buy you."
Jue Yifan: "..."
Jing Yingrong: "Aren't you happy?"
Jue Yifan: "..."
Ji Sha Jian: "Hey, is it going to cry?"
Jing Yingrong: "It has no sound and cannot cry."
Jue Yifan: "Wow——"
Jue Yifan made his first sound, which echoed loudly in the sea of jingyingrong consciousness.
Jing Yingrong: "Ah, I'm crying."
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