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Just as he was following everyone in the direction where the cheers came from, Tianjiang Ancestor suddenly sprinkled a white powder around him, and after these powders floated away, they slowly woven into a thin gauze-like mist in the sky.
This light dance slowly enveloped all the late-stage alchemistry forgers who came out of the Xuan Bing Hall, along with the Extreme Ancestor, and slowly disappeared in the sky.
Lu Ping looked up at the void in the distance, where there seemed to be some faint fluctuations in spiritual energy, if it weren't for Lu Ping's divine thoughts that had barely been able to compare with the monks in the early stages of the advanced elixir forgery, it would be extremely difficult to find this slight fluctuation.
However, Lu Ping's attention was quickly attracted by the two people fighting in the field below.
A flame suddenly rushed up from below, and the flame shook its head and tail in mid-air, and suddenly turned into a menacing flame giant tiger.
The giant tiger silently roared at a monk on the ground, pounced on all fours, and immediately pounced on a Canghai Sect disciple who was fighting Yao Yong.
The Canghai Sect disciples who were fighting against Yao Yong were already at a disadvantage, and when this flame giant tiger roared down from mid-air, the Canghai Sect monks hurriedly blocked a defensive magic weapon in his hand in front of him and collided head-on with the flame giant tiger.
With a muffled sound of "bang", a giant tiger of flame crashed headlong into the magic weapon, and the disciples of the Canghai Sect looked happy, but before the smile on his face bloomed, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
However, without waiting for the disciples of the Canghai Sect to prepare, the flame giant tiger suddenly exploded from mid-air, and the defensive magic weapon blocking the giant tiger was suddenly blown away by the power generated by the explosion, rolling towards the Canghai Sect monks whose faces were bright red as if they were about to bleed.
However, Yao Yong was unforgiving, and before the defensive magic weapon that had been severely damaged was re-controlled by the monks of the Canghai Sect, he had already bullied himself, grabbed a ball of fireball in each hand, and slapped it towards the monks of the Canghai Sect.
Seeing that Yao Yong was holding a fireball in his hand and slapping it towards his body again, the Canghai Sect monk had no choice but to raise his hands, and there was a cloud of cold mist condensed in each palm of his hand.
However, before the cold mist could take shape, Yao Yong's fireball magical power had already exploded in the cold mist, and the Canghai Sect monks could no longer resist Yao Yong's onslaught, opening their mouths and spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the person had already quickly retreated back to their own camp.
Yao Yong did not pursue, but stood in the middle of the field and laughed loudly, saying: "The voice of the clamor before was quite loud, saying that he wanted to replace my ranking on the Beihai rookie list, but unfortunately my strength was so poor, and even my little magical power of 'Flame Transformation Spirit' could not be caught.
There was a commotion in the camp of the Canghai Sect on the opposite side, although the monks of the Canghai Sect looked indignant, but the monk who was defeated by Yao Yong did not want to go up and down with Yao Yong in terms of cultivation and years of cultivation, but he did not expect that his strength was so bad, and he was so easily beaten by Yao Yong to vomit blood and be seriously injured.
Several disciples of the Canghai Sect persuaded a monk of this sect who was sitting aside: "There is no senior brother yet, that 'Fire Tiger' Yao Yong is too rampant, Senior Brother Shang Bing was seriously injured in his hands before he could take ten moves, and now I'm afraid only Senior Brother Shangwu can defeat him."
The monk named Shangwu slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Yao Yong, who was showing off his martial prowess in the field in front of him and receiving cheers from the monks of his sect, and said, "Hmph, that Yao Yong is only a fourth-level cultivation of forging pills, and he is only ranked nineteenth on the Beihai rookie list.
A monk next to him smiled and said, "There is no senior brother who has lofty ambitions, far from being comparable to us, but this 'fire tiger' is really too arrogant, the two senior brothers Shang Hui and Shang Ming did not come this time, if there is no senior brother who does not make a move, among the three generations of disciples of this sect, among the monks who have practiced for less than a hundred years, I am afraid that no one is his opponent."
Shang Wuzhenren pondered for a moment and said: "What you said makes sense, Shang Ming is fine, but Senior Brother Shang Hui's strength is still above mine, ranking sixth on the rookie list, this fire tiger is definitely not an opponent."
The monk of the Canghai Sect who was laughing saw that there was no real person showing signs of letting go, and he was happy in his heart, knowing that the senior brother in front of him was at odds with Senior Brother Shangming on weekdays, and quickly followed his tone and said: "Senior Brother Shangwu has a vision far above me, so what he said will naturally not be wrong.
There was no real person who was proud yet, and when he got up, he was about to walk towards the field, but at this moment, Yao Yong shouted in the field for a moment, and found that after finding that no one was fighting, he began to think about his own camp and walked away.
There was no real person in his heart, but for a while he forgot to exit to block it, but raised his hand and threw out a hoop circle, thinking about Yao Yong's head falling.
The real strength of the unreal person was not weaker than Yao Yong, and Yao Yong would never have expected that in full view, someone would actually carry out a sneak attack behind his back, and he was caught off guard for a while.
Seeing that Yao Yong was in a hurry and couldn't take the powerful blow of the real person yet, when the hoop circle was about to fall on top of Yao Yong's head, a figure suddenly appeared beside Yao Yong and pushed Yao Yong out with a slap, and the hoop circle fell, but this figure took the blow of the no real person on behalf of Yao Yong.
"Kara!"
The hoop circle shrank suddenly, and the figure was suddenly strangled into pieces by the huge force of the hoop circle.
The figure was obviously a puppet, and just now instead of Yao Yong, he was hit by a surprise attack by no real person, but he turned into a piece of debris.
Yao Yong looked at the debris on the ground, his back was already covered in white sweat, and then he cursed angrily: "Which dog thing is so despicable, and he actually uses this method, isn't he afraid that the Beihai monk will poke the backbone of your family's sect?"
Yao Yong's words were extremely vicious, and the monks of the Canghai Sect around the Immortal Sect were stunned for a while, and then their faces became hot, and the monks who had previously persuaded the Immortal to take action looked at the Immortal Squad again, with a faint look of blame in their eyes.
There was no real person yet, which made Yao Yong's face turn blood-red, his blow was certainly a sneak attack, but it was really an unintentional move at the beginning, but now under the gaze of the various sects in Beihai, no real person was pale and powerless to explain, and he was in a dilemma for a while.
The people of the Canghai Sect today have made no real people lose their lives.
Thinking of the ridicule of the monks of various sects, the anger of the elders of the sect, and the cold eyes of the fellow disciples and brothers, no real person suddenly became enthusiastic.
Yao Yong saw that in the camp of the Canghai Sect, the dozen or so disciples of the three generations who were originally standing together were somehow in a clever way that was difficult to perceive, each of them placed themselves in a position that did not leave their own camp but completely isolated the real person who had not yet been separated.
He was already extremely self-blaming, and he was hit again in his state of mind, and the primeval essence in his bloodline instantly lost its restraint and rampage in his body.
Go crazy?
Yao Yong saw the monk of the Canghai Sect standing there staring at Yao Yong without attacking, let alone speaking.
Inexplicably, he waited impatiently, and was about to open his mouth to ask what the other party meant, but saw that this person's face suddenly turned purple gold, and a mouthful of reverse blood suddenly spurted out.
Yao Yong was startled, his eyes widened, and he said: "No, I scolded you for a few words and became like this? This is too ridiculous, your sneak attack just now almost killed me!"
The monk first glanced at Yao Yong gloomy, and Yao Yong felt a pair of sharp swords stabbing directly into the core space of his heart, Yao Yong unconsciously took two steps back, and then realized that the monk's gaze was so sharp just now, and he was actually afraid.
The thirty-year-old monk slapped his palm on the heart of the real person who had not yet been realized, and the real person who had not yet screamed and suddenly woke up from the demonic barrier.
Looking at the person in front of him, the real person had a pale face and said in a low voice: "Uncle Xiyi, the disciple is incompetent,......"
The thirty-year-old monk waved his hand and said, "You don't need to say it, I have seen everything that happened just now, my uncle, your blow was just an unintentional move, but a man should have heaven and earth in his heart, what he did was done, and what he did was wrong. The state of mind and cultivation are so poor, how can you not annoy the old man?"
The thirty-year-old monk waved his hand and said, "After you go back, go to the law enforcement hall to receive a five-year punishment, and then go to the water cliff to think about it. If you have any problems in cultivation in the future, you can go to the Xiyi Cave Mansion to ask me."
Shang Wuzhenren looked excited, and quickly said: "Thank you, Uncle!"
The disciples of the surrounding Canghai Sect heard that no real person had been punished to Xishui Cliff for retreat and thought about it, but there was envy on their faces, but then they saw Xiyi Zhenren's eyes swept over, and everyone was ashamed and lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
Xiyi Zhenren turned to look at Yao Yong, and suddenly smiled: "You are a disciple of Qu Xuancheng?"
Yao Yong was frightened by Xiyi Zhenren at a glance before, and he was secretly feeling that he had lost face, but when he heard Xiyi Zhenren's question, his body suddenly stood up straight and said: "Exactly, dare to ask who the senior is, but do you know the junior teacher?"
Xiyi Zhenren smiled and said: "Yes, I didn't expect Qu Xuancheng to be able to cultivate on his own, and it is possible to teach a disciple to be above him in the future."
Yao Yong immediately said angrily: "Senior, my teacher is now practicing in seclusion, and after leaving the customs, he will be the ancestor of the Dharma, I don't know what the senior is capable of?"
After a pause, Yao Yong blushed and said: "I wonder if seniors dare to teach me?"
Xiyi Zhenren looked at Yao Yong, who was filled with righteous indignation, and laughed dumbly: "I don't know how high the sky is, but it is indeed very similar to Qu Xuancheng back then, but you are still far from qualified now."
Yao Yong wanted to say something more, but there was a flower in front of him, and the Xiyi real person suddenly disappeared.
In the void on the side of the True Spirit Sect, Guo Xuanshan said with a solemn expression: "Zhang Xiyi? I didn't expect him to come too?"
Lu Ping saw that the faces of many monks in the late stage of forging alchemy around him were a little ugly, so he asked: "Uncle, who is this Zhang Xiyi?"
Guo Xuanshan Zhenren glanced at Lu Ping and said: "This person is a peerless genius among the second-generation disciples of the Canghai Sect, and among the monks of the Beihai Sect back then, this person was once as famous as the 'Beihai Twins', and later I heard that I don't know what mistake he made, but he was suppressed by the Eastern Pole Ancestor, and there has been no news of him for decades.
Lu Ping said disapprovingly: "Although this person is strong, he is too arrogant.
Guo Xuanshan Zhenren shook his head and said: "It's different, although I am stronger than him at this time, but once this person advances to the Dharma phase, I am afraid that he will overwhelm me, this confrontation between the two sides, Master and I are a surprise soldier, and I am going to use it to deal with the opponent's Dharma monks, but there is that Zhang Xiyi here, whether it is the Xuanling Sect or this sect, none of the cultivators in the Dan Forging Period are his opponents."
"This person has such strength? Could it be that if the master seals the cultivation of the Dharma phase, he is not his opponent?"
Lu Ping was a little unbelievable, Guo Xuanshan Zhenren looked at Lu Ping and said: "If Senior Brother Tianlin has not advanced the Dharma phase at this time, he should be able to suppress him, Senior Sister Tianling and Junior Sister Tianqin can also be on par with him before the advanced Dharma phase, but this time all three of them have been restrained and cannot come, not to mention, they are all Dharma monks now, and there is no comparison."
"However," Guo Xuanshan thought for a while and said, "If Senior Brother Liang Xuanfeng is here, he can deal with that Zhang Xiyi, but it can only deal with him, and it is impossible to win.
Lu Ping sighed and said, "It seems that after this person advances to the Dharma phase, the Feng Xu Dao of the Xuanling Sect is not an opponent."
Guo Xuanshan Zhenren couldn't help but say: "That Feng Xu Dao was just because he practiced a hundred years earlier than me, that is, my strength at this time, compared with Feng Xu Dao before the advancement, even if it is not too far off, Feng Xu Dao's strength before the advanced method is just not much different from Senior Brother Liang Xuanfeng."