The summer wind blows on the body, but it is no longer cool, but has a faint aura of chilling gold and iron. It may have only taken a few breaths for the series of black spots to completely emerge from the clouds. They were running so fast that they could already see them clearly in less than ten breaths.
Li Qingfeng looked closely and saw that there were a total of nine people, one in front and eight in the back, all wearing flying swords and wearing white sword robes. At first, there was a man with thin cheeks, dark skin, bright eyes, and no anger. He had his hair tied up in a bun, and wore a green blue crown on his head. His white sword robe was painted with complicated blue patterns. Wisps of blue Qi emerged from it and surrounded him. Looking at it in a daze, he saw that it was a tall and tall blue tree. loose.
"Energy formation..."
Li Qingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured.
Not just him, the arrival of this group of people shocked the entire city.
"It's Master Qingsong of Xuantian Sword Sect!"
Li Qingfeng heard someone exclaiming in his ears. He turned around and saw seven or eight rays of light rising from the city. They were all foundation-building monks from various sects who had stayed in the city.
"It's from the Xuantian Sword Sect! How could it be? What happened?"
"I wonder, which family committed some taboo?"
The usually majestic Foundation-Building monks from various sects gathered together, with panic on their faces, and they didn't look like they usually looked like masters.
This is not to blame them. After all, even the three giants of Da'anfang City, "Jinding Sect", "Wudao Sect", and "Banyueshan Shijia", only have one or two alchemy monks in charge, while the Xuantian Sword Sect is Super sects with old monsters at the Nascent Soul stage in charge can crush the sects behind them into powder with just a few clicks of their fingers.
"I, Qingsong, have brought the Xuantian Order here to mobilize a large number of people from Da'anfang City to go to Lion's Mane Mountain to resist the monster riot."
As he spoke, Master Qingsong and the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples behind him had already arrived. He stretched out his hand and held out a white jade token slightly larger than a palm. On it was a long sword carved with a dragon, engraved with the word "Xuan Tian". It only emitted a faint golden light, but it stabbed everyone unable to stand. They looked at each other and averted their eyes.
The Xuantian Order is a token used by the Xuantian Sword Sect to perform emergency tasks. The monks of its subordinate sect must obey this order. If anyone violates the order, the mountain gate will be destroyed and the fiefdom will be taken back. All surviving disciples under his sect will be punished. Seal, exiled to the battlefield between humans and monsters, and have to atone for a hundred years before returning.
Master Qingsong glanced coldly at the foundation builders in Da'anfang City, and spoke again: "You will organize the monks in the city and gather here in half an hour. Don't worry about property, I will keep the disciples. Guard here, if there is any loss or damage, we, the Xuantian Sword Sect, will compensate for it after the war."
Despite his thin appearance, he spoke with full energy and a strong and powerful voice that reverberated throughout the city.
"Anyone who refuses to obey will be killed!"
"kill!"
Following his words, the eight disciples behind him rose into the air, stood in eight positions, and formed a faint formation. They each drew out their long swords and pointed towards the center, and white sword energy swept out from their swords. Finally, It turned into a white dragon and soared into the sky, circled twice, and made a deafening roar.
In the street, Li Qingfeng suddenly felt a huge pressure coming on him, which made him unable to stand up straight. Li Qingdong next to him was even more unbearable, and his legs gave way and he sat down on the ground. Turning around and looking around, I saw that all the monks in the Qi training stage around me were like this, holding their knees and gritting their teeth, standing unsteadily.
Looking again, even the various foundation-building monks in the air showed terrible looks on their faces. They looked at each other and saw the fear and shock in each other's eyes.
Qingsong Zhenren is already a sixth-level monk who has entered the later stage of alchemy formation, and the disciples behind him look young, and no one is willing to give in. They are all monks after the foundation-building stage.
Under such pressure, a middle-aged female cultivator in the foundation-building stage from the Five Sects was the first to give in. She flew forward and bowed down, saying: "How dare you disobey the Sect!"
The other foundation builders in Fang City looked at each other and did not dare to hesitate. They all followed the example of the middle-aged female cultivator and flew forward, bowed their hands, bowed their heads and said in unison: "How dare you disobey the Sect!"
"This is the best, then you can make arrangements." Master Qingsong nodded slightly, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and actually started to meditate on the flying sword.
All the city foundation builders looked at each other, bowed to him, and then flew down to command the monks in the city.
Under the pressure of the monks in the alchemy stage, the efficiency of foundation building in Fang City was extremely high. Soon they each called their own low-level monks and began to direct and distribute the monks in Fang City. There were Danjie monks stationed outside, and basically no one dared to cause trouble at this time. Even if there were one or two bad guys, they were immediately caught and killed as a warning to the monkeys. A few good heads were hung out, and both the casual cultivators and the monks from various schools were honest and quietly listened to the arrangements.
Li Qingfeng kept an eye on it and directly pulled Li Qingdong towards the shop at Jinding Gate. He had seen many similar scenes in his previous life. Casual cultivators and cultivators from small families and sects were often the first to be used as cannon fodder. He had Zhao Yuren's token on him, and the Li family was useful to Jinding Sect. As long as he showed his identity, Thinking about it, no matter how bad things go, he won't end up being cannon fodder.
As he expected, when he took out Zhao Yuren's token and revealed his identity, the disciple of the Jinding Sect took one look at him and reported with the token. After a while, he came out and took the two of them away. The team of casual cultivators went to stand in the formation and said to them: "The monks here are all familiar with our Jinding Sect. You two stay here and don't cause trouble."
Li Qingfeng nodded in agreement and thanked him. The Jinding Sect disciple returned the salute and trotted away. Li Qingfeng looked around and saw that there were many people here, all dressed in different styles. There were the red costumes of the Jindingmen sword hall, and there were also disciples of small families with their respective family emblems embroidered on them. The two of them were dressed in coarse cloth robes, which were the shabbiest among them.
The formation of Jinding Sect can be roughly divided into three. The innermost layer is composed of the disciples of Jinding Sect, the middle layer is composed of monks who are familiar with Jinding Sect, and the outermost layer is naturally composed of casual cultivators from all walks of life. They are the largest in number and look the most Clutter. Li Qingfeng raised his eyes and glanced around, and found that the strong man with black beard was among them. There was also a woman wearing a plain dress beside him. Looking at her age in her early thirties, she was probably his partner.
Li Qingfeng laughed. This strong man with black beard was so obsessed with him that he followed him here.
He turned his head towards Xuantian Sword Sect again, without using his spiritual consciousness, only looking with his naked eyes. I saw that the eight Xuantian Sword Sect disciples had imitated the appearance of Master Qingsong, sitting cross-legged on their own flying swords with their eyes closed, but looking at the position where they were sitting, they were still in a fighting formation. The white dragon in the sky did not dissipate, but hovered alone in the sky, chasing its own tail from time to time, as if it really had intelligence.
Li Qingfeng withdrew his eyes, stared at the foundations of various families floating in the air and commanded them and the people gradually gathered below, and sighed secretly. If something like this happens suddenly, with his current cultivation level, he can't change anything at all. He can only take one step at a time and try to save himself and Li Qingdong.
