Taoist chanting

The two mysterious women in white skirts were about fifty miles away, and they had already attracted the attention of the fourth-tier masters on both sides who were watching the battle. They were secretly vigilant and still thinking about countermeasures. The cold and soft voice of the woman came from a distance, like a golden stone hitting each other, clear and clear. Spread the hundred miles of sea area.

"Everything is fleeting like a cloud, a single word is a wave, be quiet!"

The undulating sea surface follows the final exit of the word "quiet", as if an invisible spell passed by, smoothing out large and small waves, and spreading towards the sea areas of the two warring parties at an extremely fast speed.The wind died down, and the waves were magically still.

Even the various roars, explosions, and roars were strangely weakened by three points.

The monks on both sides of the war sensed that something was wrong, and under the orders of their respective leaders, they had already started to retreat separately.

Someone used spells to pick up the corpses and seriously injured companions floating in the changed sea water, and looked at the two women who were slowly flying towards them, their eyes full of awe.

Chen Qingqiao's eyelids twitched a few times, and the sound transmission team shouted, "It's a fifth-level Confucianism cultivator master, and he is using the supernatural power of [verbal criticism and pen attack". "

Two people clasped their fists in response to "Yes", and their figures flashed, and they went to order the formation to deal with the sudden emergence of masters.

Another fourth-tier master sent out flying sword messages one after another, warning and asking for help from the capitals of the Eastern Continent. Their team was alone overseas. How could they have expected such a change and encountered such an unpredictable crisis?

Ling Fengli, the newly-promoted fourth-rank Confucian cultivator sent by the Daying Dynasty, saw that everyone else was looking at him, and hurriedly said, "There are no fourth-rank female Confucian masters currently registered in Daying, and there are not many third-rank female Confucianists. It is even more impossible to have a fifth-level female Confucianism cultivator."

The Confucian supernatural power that uttered a word to determine Haibo made him fascinated.

It's a pity that the other party is not a Daying Confucian senior.This conflict did not end well.

Looking at the western continent, Chen Qingqiao is also busy, shrinking the team to make the same arrangement, he is a little puzzled, is it not the Confucian masters on the western continent
Perhaps the two women also traveled from the vast continent like Lu Changyuan and the magic monk back then?
Hope so.

At this time, Chen Zhong, who was arrayed towards the southeast in the ranks of monks, and Gao Leng, who was quite embarrassed with blood on his body, looked at each other in astonishment. One of the women who came was wearing a veiled hat and a tulle mask, Why do you look so much like Uncle Zhao?

The familiar style of long skirt with sword sleeves and tassels and delicate figure, even if they are separated by twenty or thirty miles, they will not admit it wrong.

During the few years they were idle in Zongmen, they were invited by Martial Uncle Zhao to serve as the instructors of Qingzheng Bieyuan, teaching the fifth batch of apprentices.

Martial Uncle Zhao, who had never shown his cultivation and strength before, suddenly retreated for more than ten days last autumn, and then came out to become a high-ranking Jindan Realm master.

There is no detachment, everything is quite sudden.

"It's Uncle Zhao who is here!"

"is her!"

"Do you want to send a voice transmission to Chen Daochang?"

"Wait and see. Uncle Zhao's attire is the same as that woman's. There must be something hidden in it. Maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity. Let's not worry about it."

"That senior's supernatural powers are so powerful, the sea below is still calm and smooth, like a huge half-curved mirror."

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"A fifth-level Confucian master, can you be amazing!"

The two were in a relaxed state of mind, and they exchanged their feelings after seeing a fifth-order master make a move through sound transmission.

Chen Qingqiao discussed with several fourth-rank monks through sound transmission, and soon came up with a coping strategy. Seeing the two mysterious women stopped twenty miles away and did not move forward, they all felt relieved, which represented a kind of talkable bona fide.

Chen Qingqiao led a few people to fly out of the queue for hundreds of feet, and bowed their hands to salute, "Chen Qingqiao, a monk from the Eastern Continent, led the crowd to pay a visit to seniors and fellow Taoists. I don't know what orders seniors have."

The fourth-tier monks on the Western Continent more than ten miles away, unwilling to be left behind, also saluted and greeted.

They are not fools, and they saw the two women who did not know each other.Zhao Zhu'er glanced at the two formations waiting in the air above the sea in the distance, she was not arrogant enough to run across with Fang Bailan,
A fifth-level Confucianism cultivator fell into the siege of one or two hundred third-level monks and seven or eight fourth-level monks, and he would be killed.

There are many formation masters, talisman masters, even sword masters, divination masters, etc. in that formation, and they are not martial arts masters known for their powerful bodies in close combat, so she will not cause trouble for herself.

What's more, Fang Bailan's strength has only recovered [-]%, it's okay to use supernatural powers to frighten people, and he is not afraid to fight alone, so it's okay to single out a group.

What she can use is one side's fear of the other side, which side the fifth-level masters lean towards, and which side can win the big victory.

Fang Bailan's cold voice sounded, "Dear fellows, you are welcome, please get up!"

However, the next sentence made the situation on the East Continent suddenly tense, and everyone was in danger.

Fang Bailan moved the five fingers of her right hand like flying butterflies, phantoms of books appeared in the air, and the pages were flipped one by one. Some ancient characters appeared and turned into Qingfeng Bookstore and other visions. , can there be Confucianism cultivators of Wenzhai Academy here?"

Suddenly there was a suppressed low cry from the western continent, and then looked at the array of monks in the eastern continent, with indescribable gloating.

Two young men and women Confucianism cultivators, wearing white long gowns with unique silver floral inlays on the cuffs, flew out of the queue and bowed excitedly in the air, "Fang Fang and Zhong Qiong, disciples of Wenzhai Academy, pay homage to the Supreme Elder! "

They recognized that the mysterious senior was using the secret "Qingying Calligraphy Style" of the academy. All kinds of mysteries are recorded in ancient books, and the secret method of Qingying Calligraphy Style is hidden deep on the stone wall of the secret room. , and fourth-tier Confucianism cultivators can figure out and comprehend, other disciples are not allowed to watch.

Poor Wenzhai Academy has fallen to the point where there is no fourth-level Confucianism cultivator to support its facade.

They suddenly saw a fifth-rank senior who claimed to be related to Wenzhai Academy, and performed a unique secret technique. They were not very happy to admit it first. As for whether it is true or not, please return to the mountain gate after the current battle is over.

Chen Qingqiao led several fourth-rank monks back to the formation, and the sound transmission told them, "If something cannot be done, when the battle is chaotic, let's escape in twos and twos. Remember not to love the battle, and leave the green hills without worrying about no firewood. , the revenge can be tolerated in the future, and the master cannot be completely damaged here."

A fifth-level Confucianism cultivator who is good at supernatural powers joined the Western Continent, and they had no chance of winning.

As for the nearly [-] ranks of third-tier monks, each of them had to settle down to their destiny, and one who escaped counted as one.

If everyone is desperate, they will all die, which will not help.Fang Bailan raised his right hand in vain to get the two academy monks to stand up, and said: "The fellow Taoist next to me is the guardian of the fairy temple in the Eastern Continent. Is there a monk from the fairy temple here?"

Chen Zhong and Gao Leng received countless voice transmissions under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The two replied a few words, then quickly flew out of the queue, and saluted with fists together: "I have met Uncle Zhao, and my seniors!"

There was a trace of uneasiness in their hearts, Mr. Zhao was not controlled by that old monster from Wenzhai Academy, right?
Zhao Zhu'er took off the veiled hat, revealing a pretty face that should be both angry and happy, raised her hand to signal the two to stand up, and said with a smile: "Sister Fang means that enemies should be solved rather than knotted, what you are looking for is the way of longevity, not copper-smelling dogs, She wants to be a peacemaker, the two sides sit down and have a good talk, compromise and seek common ground, stop fighting, what do you think?"

As soon as this remark came out, Chen Zhong and Gao Leng were relieved that Uncle Zhao was not kidnapped.

Uncle Zhao's actions are of great merit.

There were bursts of low cheers from the ranks of monks on both sides.There are masters who can control the situation to supervise the peace talks, and there is no worry that the talks will fail. Few people really want to beat them to death and risk their lives.

Wouldn't it be better to seek longevity?