When all the people in Fangshi left the flying magic weapon, the few disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect who brought them put the flying boat under their feet away, then took off into the air and headed towards the front line. Qingsong Zhenren's giant sword also suddenly shrank, turned back into the small sword it was when it was sacrificed, and disappeared. Several feet that were still rubbing on the sword suddenly fell to the ground and fell to the ground. Everyone didn't know what kind of technique it was, so they had to raise their heads and open their mouths, which diluted the tension of going to the battlefield a lot.
At this time, a foundation-building monk flew from the front. He was also wearing a white sword robe, but there were more blue and blue patterns on the sword robe. When the Xuantian Sword Sect qi-training monks who were in charge of command just now saw him coming, they hurriedly greeted him, saluted and briefly explained the situation.
The foundation-building monk nodded and said nothing nonsense. He flew into the air and pointed towards the crowd: "You, you, and you, all the foundation-building monks follow me. The others are divided into early, middle and late stages of Qi training. Three groups." After saying that, he turned his head to one of the Sword Sect disciples and said to him: "Senior nephew Han Yuan, I will leave this matter to you."
The disciple raised his hands and said yes, and the foundation-building monk turned his head back and faced everyone and said: "This monster riot is very large in scale and requires everyone to work together to resist it. I hope you can do your best. If there is any cheating, it will be disrespectful to disobey. , or those who work hard and fail to contribute, will be killed without mercy!"
After saying that, the fire in his eyes ignited, and the long sword behind his back was unsheathed like lightning, slashing out a golden red sword light. The sword light turned into a golden line and passed through the heads of everyone. Wherever it passed, it brought a billowing wave. Heat wave. A moment later, the land about ten feet behind everyone exploded violently, and the earth and rocks dug up were scorched black and emitted a faint white gas.
Everyone in the city was silent. This attack was a bit difficult to deal with even the few foundation builders present, not to mention the monks in the Qi training stage. The fire attribute sword cultivator is truly a symbol of destructive power.
Seeing that his blow had suppressed everyone in front of him, the foundation-building monk of the Xuantian Sword Sect softened his tone slightly and said: "However, our Xuantian Sword Sect will not let your efforts go in vain. All of your efforts in this battle are All losses will be compensated by our Xuantian Sword Sect after the war, and at the same time, our sect will reward you after the war based on your contribution."
His eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the city from left to right, and he said in a deep voice: "I hope you will do your best, and don't fail to appreciate it."
"yes."
The classic idea of hitting a stick and giving a sweet date, Li Qingfeng thought in his mind, while following the monks in the market, he said yes without knowing whether it was true or false. The Foundation Establishment stopped talking nonsense and rushed away with a few Foundation Establishment monks from the city.
The remaining people, without the leader of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks and intimidated by the power of Xuantian Sword Sect, all obeyed the arrangements of the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect.
Li Qingfeng and Li Qingdong were on the third level of Qi training and one on the first level. They were both assigned to the early stage of Qi training. When they raised their eyes, they saw the grandpa and granddaughter they met in the square. The girl bit her lips and watched as her grandfather was taken to the team for the late stage of Qi training, and she entered the team for the early stage of Qi training.
"Okay, in that case, the team in the later stage of Qi training will follow me, and the rest will be handed over to a few junior brothers."
Seeing that the team was almost divided, the disciple who was called "Master Han Yuan's Nephew" just waved his hand, said something to the other disciples, and left with the team in the late stage of Qi training. Several other disciples also came out to take the lead, and left with their teams.
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"Noon has arrived, everyone should rest for an hour, and come out to report on time!"
A disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect flew in the air, kneaded the magic formula with his hand, cast the "Qingyin Curse", and announced it loudly.
After hearing what he said, all the monks under him put down their work one by one, gathered together in twos and threes, talked, and went to line up not far away to receive food.
"Phew, it's finally time."
Li Qingdong withdrew the magic formula, put down the pole on his shoulders, and let out a sigh of relief. He stretched his muscles, wiped his sweat, and said to Li Qingfeng on the other side with a grimace: "I don't know how long it will last until it's over."
Li Qingfeng didn't reply, but another monk who was passing by said to him: "Just be lucky that you can build a defense line here. Don't look at those in the late stage of Qi training. They have to go out and fight every day, and they will die and get injured." , it’s not as good as us working hard here to save our lives.”
This man's name is Fan Qingguang. He is almost forty years old this year. He has four spiritual roots and a third level of Qi training. He comes from the Fan family in Da'an County. This is also a small family affiliated with Jinding Sect. There are no foundation-building monks in the sect. The one with the highest cultivation level is an elder in the clan who is in the late stage of Qi training. He was stuck at the fourth level of Qi training for more than ten years. He gradually gave up his ambition to be a great person, married a wife, had children, and went to work for his family in the city. Perhaps because of his long-term hospitality, Fan Qingguang was quite familiar with them. In just over half a day, he became acquainted with Li Qingfeng.
It was already the second day. They were brought here yesterday afternoon. Due to the emergency of the war, they stayed up almost all night. In the morning, three or four waves of reinforcements of more than 100 people came. They rested for an hour and then left. He was urged to get up and work again.
The Xuantian Sword Sect divided these newcomers into three groups according to their cultivation level. The monks in the late stage of Qi training had to go out to kill demons, and the monks in the middle stage of Qi training took turns delivering spiritual power to the formation. As for the monks in the early stage of Qi training, due to their low cultivation level and poor character, most of them were assigned to build fortifications in the back.
The three of them, Li Qingfeng, chatted one after another while queuing up to get food. There were four or five Xuantian Sword Sect monks in the sky watching, but no one dared to cause trouble.
Human beings are very adaptable. Obviously, everyone was extremely nervous when they arrived yesterday. Today, although the ears are still filled with all kinds of shouts and screams, all the things heard on the tip of the nose are human beings and monsters. The smell of blood, but most of these low-level monks lining up have calmed down and can even joke with each other.
When Li Qingfeng and others lined up, the person in charge of serving food was the girl they met in the square. The people from the Xuantian Sword Sect saw that she was not old and that as a woman, it was not easy for her to work with a group of shirtless men. So he arranged a job for her to cook. Unexpectedly, she was quite good at it. She was very agile in doing things and didn't look too squeamish.
When she saw Li Qingfeng and others, she lowered her head to avoid looking at Li Qingdong's dreamy eyes, blushing slightly, but gave them an extra spoonful of food. Li Qingdong didn't say thank you, he just looked at her and smiled stupidly. It wasn't until Li Qingfeng couldn't see it anymore and pulled him that he realized what was happening. His face turned red, he held the bowl and bent down to thank her, and then he was pulled aside. Go eat slowly.
While eating, he still looked at the girl crazily. Even when Fan Qingguang made fun of him several times, he pretended not to hear her.
