Cultivation of fairy godmother rejects cannon fodder script

"Control? No one cares about us now.

Now the various ethnic groups are doing their own thing, and no one obeys the other. "

"Aww?" Isn't there anyone in Lingyu like the Immortal Emperor of Xianyu?

Xu Tao asked.

"It used to be, but now it's gone." Hongying said.

"Aww?" Why is it gone now?

Xu Tao's big tiger eyes were full of curiosity.

Lu Xiaobao was also curious.

One tiger and one chicken stared at Hongying at the same time, asking her to give an explanation.

"In the past, there was a spirit emperor in the spiritual domain, and since the last one fell, there has been no one who can succeed him.

Originally, the Spirit Emperor of our spiritual domain was chosen from among the beasts, but now the beasts are fighting to the death for the position of the Spirit Emperor. I don’t know when a new Spirit Emperor will be born. "

Speaking of this, Hongying also had a bitter look on her face.

Because there is no Linghuang to maintain the order of the spiritual realm, the spiritual realm has been in chaos for many years.

Especially recently, the fighting between various ethnic groups has intensified.

I don't know when such a day will be the end.

Hongying misses the peaceful and peaceful days in Lingyu very much, but it is a pity that such peaceful days do not know when they will come back.

"Aww?" How should the Linghuang choose? Do you want to fight? Whoever is the best will do it?

"The Linghuang's strength must be very strong, and he must be able to convince the crowd.

In fact, in the final analysis, strength is respected, as long as you are strong, others will obey you. "Hongying said.

Xu Tao and Lu Xiaobao's side was calm and nothing happened.

But Pei Yi and Yang Di are in trouble.

"Are you from the Skyfire Sect?" Yang Di asked coldly as he watched the group of people who suddenly appeared and surrounded the two of them.

"What Skyfire Sect, we don't know." The man in charge showed a strange smile, and did not acknowledge Yang Di's words.

"You Tianhuo Sect really dare to do what you want, dare to kill our Cangwu sect disciples, don't you even have the courage to admit your identity!" Yang Di looked at the group of people in front of him with contempt.

The group of guys surrounding Pei Yi and the others showed anger because of Yang Di's words, and the eyes of the leading man showed a piercing chill.

"Don't talk nonsense with them, just kill them." The leader man gave an order, and the remaining four immediately began to surround and kill Yang and the enemy.

The long swords in the hands of the four were shot at the same time, and the first shot was a killer move.

The Taicang sword in Pei Yi's hand was out of its sheath, facing the simultaneous attacks of the two, he did not show any panic.

Yang Di's side was also besieged by two people.

Those who can be selected to carry out this task, even if their reputation is not obvious, their strength will not be bad.

Faced with the simultaneous attacks of the two, Yang Di was not at a disadvantage for a while.

The leading man observed the situation on both sides, and suddenly drew his sword and attacked Pei Yi.

After observation, the leading man judged that Pei Yi was a greater threat, so he chose to attack Pei Yi, wanting to kill Pei Yi first.

The pressure on Pei Yi's side increased. Before, there were two people besieging and killing him, but now there are three people.

Seeing this, Yang Di was slightly distracted for a moment, and immediately a wound appeared on his wrist.

Seeing this, Yang Di didn't dare to be distracted anymore, so he could only concentrate on meeting the enemy, hoping that he could get rid of these two guys as soon as possible, and then free up his hands to support Pei Yi.

The leading man and the other two Tianhuozong disciples became more and more frightened as they fought more and more. How could this kid be so strong!

The three of them shot at the same time but were unable to kill him.

And judging by his appearance, it is obvious that he still has more strength. Is this really just an ordinary inner disciple!
Obviously, according to the report from the spies from the Cangwu Sect, it is said that the people sent this time are not strong, and they are not important figures in the Cangwu Sect.

How could it be so difficult!
In Pei Yi's hands, Tai Cang Sword was made like a part of his own body, and his whole body exuded a powerful sword intent, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

The swords used by the Tianhuozong group are just ordinary fairy weapons.

But the Taicang Sword is a divine weapon, and a divine weapon versus a fairy weapon has a natural level suppression.

Coupled with the sword intent and law that Pei Yi himself comprehended, the three of them could not cause any harm to him even if they joined forces.

The more the three of them fought, the more dignified their expressions became. The leading man wanted the magic weapon given by Cui Dongshimen.

This magic weapon was given by his master when he left the sect, in order to use it in such emergencies.

As soon as the leading man took out the magic weapon, Pei Yi cut off his hand with a sword before Cui Dong was too late.

"Ah!" The man exclaimed, and retreated abruptly while hugging the broken arm.

"Senior Brother Luo!" The two men who besieged Pei Yi nervously looked at the senior brother surnamed Luo, and the attacks in their hands stopped.

"Leave me alone, kill him, kill him!" After being cut off with one arm, this senior brother surnamed Luo was already surrounded by anger.

Now he just wants to kill Pei Yi and tear him into pieces!

Under Senior Brother Luo's order, the two gritted their teeth and raised their swords to continue attacking Pei Yi.

The sword that Pei Yi swung was even more powerful.

The powerful sword intent instantly enveloped the two of them, and before they had time to react, they were repelled by Pei Yi's sword.

Pei Yi began to chase after the victory, and the two were beaten back and forth.

Seeing this, Yang Die on the side also began to speed up his attack.

After all, he is also a senior brother, so he can't lose to his own senior brother!
Yang Di was shocked by Pei Yi's powerful strength.

It's just that now that the enemy is at hand, he doesn't have much time to study how far Pei Yi's strength has reached.

"Retreat!" Seeing that the two of them could not be attacked by force, although the leading man was unwilling, he immediately made a decisive decision and ordered the four of them to retreat immediately with Brother Luo, who had a broken arm.

Pei Yi and Yang Di did not catch up.

Brother Luo and the others walked in such a hurry that they didn't even pick up the magic weapon that fell on the ground.

Pei Yi picked up the magic weapon dropped by Senior Brother Luo, it was a needle-shaped magic weapon.

The needle had a trace of black air, obviously highly poisonous.

If this poisonous needle is shot, I am afraid that he will surely die.

This thing is not bad, at least it looks like a high-grade fairy weapon.

Even if he doesn't use it, he can sell it for a good price.

"Junior Brother Pei, are you okay?" Yang Di walked up to Pei Yi to check his situation.

Pei Yi faced the siege of three people, and he didn't know if he was injured.

"I'm fine, but it's you, Senior Brother Yang, your hand..." Pei Yi glanced at Yang Di's hand that was still bleeding.

Yang Di took out a bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the wound. The bleeding soon stopped, and the flesh began to grow again.

"It's nothing, just some skin trauma." Yang Di shook his head.

It is common for their swordsmen to be injured, as long as it will not affect their future practice, or it takes dozens or hundreds of years to recover, it is considered a minor injury to them.

"That group of people is really impeccable, they don't want to admit their identities, and they don't use the Skyfire Sect's exercises, even if we ask the Skyfire Sect to settle the score later, they won't admit it.

And according to my observation, those guys didn't show their true faces.

Skyfire Sect is really cautious. "Yang Di looked at the direction in which the few people were retreating, and said solemnly.