Changyang

Chongshan Road, the true secret realm.

Occasionally, a casual cultivator passes by and looks at the group of young men and women next to him in a vague way. There are seven monks, all of whom are handsome and beautiful. They are wearing white brocade robes, covered with a layer of crimson tulle, with white and red silk ribbons hanging down from their waists. The acacia pattern is faintly visible at the hem.

The unified Taoist robe means that they have a sect.

The sect is the backer of the disciples, and most casual cultivators will not easily provoke the sect disciples. Therefore, the casual cultivators passing by the secret realm quickly averted their eyes and left in a hurry to find the treasures in the secret realm.

"We are lucky. We are not far from the center of the secret realm as soon as we land." The handsome young man in the lead turned back to the junior brothers and sisters behind him.

Not far away, there is a palace group that is vaguely visible in the mist, with abundant spiritual energy flowing.

"Senior Brother, how do you know that is the center of the secret realm?" A junior sister who followed closely asked curiously.

Chang Le said: "Generally, there will be an array eye in the center of the secret realm, so the spiritual energy is abundant, and most small secret realms can be easily distinguished."

This time, he and Chang Yang were ordered by their master to bring their junior brothers and sisters out for training. However, as soon as they entered the country, Chang Yang was accidentally separated from them. Fortunately, her realm was not lower than his, so there was no need to worry.

Chang Le turned his palm, and a water-red butterfly landed on his shoulder. It flapped and scattered light golden powder in the space, and quickly disappeared.

As long as Liuhuan Butterfly is there, Changyang will be able to find them.

On the other hand, it was the first time for the junior brothers and sisters to enter the secret realm. There were many things they didn't understand, but Chang Le patiently explained them one by one.

As they spoke, the group of sect disciples began to walk towards the palace complex.

They were really lucky and didn't encounter any monsters along the way.

Not long after, we arrived at the center of the secret realm.

"Elder brother, we have arrived at the formation!"

"It's still early, this is just the outer edge of the formation."

The palace with its carved beams and painted buildings shone in the sunlight, and every inch seemed to be carved out of fine spiritual stone. Even the tiles on the roof shone with a warm luster, exuding great value.

On the plaque in front of the hall were the three characters "Changhua Mansion" written in iron and with silver hooks. It was vigorous and powerful. Chang Le just stared at it for a while, then he felt his eyes swollen and he felt dizzy on the altar.

His eyes hurriedly moved down, and the two half-pushed palace doors were decorated with rows of blue jade pens. The pen tips were carved from black jade, and their hairs were clearly defined. At a glance, they even looked like real brushes.

"The door of this palace is very strange. The door nails are made of pens." The junior brother behind him poked his head and said.

Chang Le was not surprised: "This secret realm is called Cunzhen. Although it has not appeared in the world many times, according to records, it is speculated that it should be a cave left by a certain pen cultivator."

"Bi Xiu?"

"Yes." Chang Le would narrate the news he learned from his master, "In ancient times, there were very few calligraphy cultivators. Due to the difficulty of practicing, there are no traces of them now. It is said that they can make fake paintings look real and imitate everything. The power of the things we have seen will be greatly reduced. Most of the things in this secret realm are painted, of low quality, and of little use. So we have to distinguish between the fake and the real."

"Elder brother, how do we distinguish between true and false?"

The group of people stepped into the palace gate, and there were two rows of carved stone statues of armored soldiers standing in two rows in the corridor. Looking from a distance, they stretched to the white marble stairs in the distance.

Chang Le stopped and suddenly pointed to a corner of the ground: "Come over and take a look. Master said that pen cultivators will leave spiritual imprints on their works, which is their names."

The two small characters "Changhua" are engraved on the floor tiles. They are slightly different from the three characters "Changhua Mansion" on the plaque in front of the palace. They are a bit less sharp and elegant, but more upright, and there is aura in the indentation of the characters. Circling slowly.

"This palace was actually painted?!"

“What an amazing pen repairer!”

The junior brothers and sisters who had entered the secret realm for the first time were suddenly amazed.

Chang Le shook his head and smiled: "There are many capable people on the Sifang Avenue. This is just a small secret realm. In the future, when our realm improves, we may even have the opportunity to see a secret realm that can change the sky and the sun."

The eyes of the junior brothers and sisters all showed yearning.

He led his junior brothers and sisters to continue walking inside, stepped on the white marble stairs, and first came to a treasure hall. Rows of boxes had been opened, and various magic treasures inside were shining brightly and eye-catchingly.

The casual cultivators who came in first were frantically grabbing things in the palace. From the corner of their eyes, they saw Hehuan Sect disciples wearing uniforms coming in, and they looked on guard, fearing that they would come to snatch the things they wanted.

"Senior Brother, these are all branded." The round-faced junior sister with two pigtails came to a box, bent down and picked up a few magic weapons inside, looked at it for a few times and said.

"Let's continue walking in." Chang Le bypassed the noisy casual cultivators and walked towards the back door of the palace. After walking for a while, he turned back and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Yue, stop looking and follow!"

The round-faced junior sister who was still looking through the back immediately grabbed a crane pattern dagger from the box, quickly followed Chang Le in front, and lowered her voice: "Senior brother, those boxes seem to be filled with things drawn by pen repair. The power of Although it’s not as good as the real thing, it’s still a treasure, why don’t we get some?”

"It makes no sense." Chang Le raised his hand and tapped the dagger in Zhang Yue's hand, "Master said that the paintings taken out of the secret realm of Cunzhen will be turned into paper within three days. Only magic weapons without imprints in this secret realm can be used. Useful, those are our goals. And the closer to the center of the eye, the greater the chance."

Zhang Yue hesitated for a long time before stuffing the crane pattern dagger into her storage bag. She wanted to witness the process of turning the paper into paper with her own eyes.

Chang Le didn't stop them, he just asked them to keep up and not fall behind.

The center of this secret realm occupies an unexpectedly vast area, and palaces appear every now and then. The Hehuan Sect's group passed through the winding corridors and arrived at a rockery garden.

Flowers of various colors compete in the garden, and there is a hint of dissonance in their beauty.

"Peach blossoms bloom in March, peonies only bloom in April, and chrysanthemums only bloom in autumn. Some of these flowers should be fake." Zhang Yue immediately realized something was wrong.

She touched a peach tree and quickly found a mark on the trunk: "It is indeed a painting."

Zhang Yue looked up at the peach blossoms on the branches, and then picked off a petal. She could even smell the faint fragrance. Who would have thought that these were all painted.

"But these peonies seem to be real."

"There is indeed no brand!"

"There is a pond of lotus flowers over there."

A pond of lotus flowers swaying in the wind in front of them is in full bloom.

"Ask...Tianlian." Chang Le was attracted by a stone tablet that fell by the pool, and slowly read out the words on it.

"Elder brother, let's go over and take a look."

There are a mixture of real and fake flowers in the garden. Further ahead, an arch bridge is built on the lotus pond, leading directly to the palace in the distance. Looking from a distance, you can detect the rich spiritual energy. That should be the center of the array.

Chang Le nodded when he saw this: "Let's go."

"Brother, since peony is real, can we take it out?" Zhang Yue, who was a step behind, picked a large handful of peony at some point and held it in front of Chang Le.

The white peony almost hit his face. Chang Le leaned back slightly: "You can take it away yourself."

The junior brother next to him interrupted: "Senior Sister Zhang, even if this flower is real, it doesn't look like a magic weapon. What's the use of taking it out?"

Zhang Yue's face was still filled with excitement: "Of course it's to commemorate my first time entering the secret realm."

"It will take ten and a half days for the flowers to wither after you pick them, unless they are kept in the storage bag." The junior brother shook his head maturely.

"Then I'll make them into dried flowers." Zhang Yue said as she put away the handful of peonies, swept across the corner of the lotus pond, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "There are lotus seeds!"

Without waiting for anyone to react, Zhang Yue tapped her toes and swept towards the lotus pond, stretching out her arms to pick the lotus plant in the center.

However, as soon as he got close to the center of the lotus pond, his body seemed to be pulled hard by something. The spiritual power running in his inner palace stopped for a moment, and he suddenly fell down. His feet plunged straight into the bottom of the muddy pond, and his clothes were splashed with sewage.

"Zhang Yue!" Chang Le's face suddenly changed. He thought something had happened, so he immediately drew his sword out of its sheath and was about to go over.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Yue didn't care that she was dirty, turned around and looked around, and quickly waved to Chang Le and others by the pool, "You don't have to come over."

She did not forget to reach out to the lotus plant in the center of the pool.

The pond was full of lotus flowers swaying in the breeze, the surface of the pond was sparkling and the water rippled, but only the lotus in the center withered, revealing the tender green lotus pod.

Before Zhang Yue broke the lotus stem, she carefully looked at it for a few times. After confirming that there was no brand on the lotus stem, she stuffed it into the storage bag, thinking that the lotus plant looked tender and must taste good, so she would share it with her senior sister later.

"Come up quickly!" Chang Le frowned. It was his first time to bring his junior brothers and sisters out, and he was very afraid of an accident.

"Right away." Zhang Yue lifted up her muddy trousers and was about to walk to the shore, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped again.

Chang Le kept staring at her closely and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"There seems to be something." Zhang Yue said, bending down and reaching into the mud.

"Don't move around, come up first!" Chang Le's face looked anxious, worried that there were monsters below, so he simply flew into the lotus pond with his sword.

At this time, Zhang Yue had already touched something in the muddy water, pulled it out and held it up: "Found it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chang Le, who flew towards her, grabbed her clothes by the back of her neck, lifted them up forcefully, and brought them back to the shore.

"S-Senior brother..." Zhang Yue's face turned red as she was strangled by her own collar, and she struggled to speak.

Chang Le let go of her, and before Zhang Yue could stand firm, he cursed: "I told you that there is danger in the secret realm! You always act so recklessly, and sooner or later you will put other junior brothers and sisters around you into danger!"

"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Zhang Yue coughed twice and finally recovered, with a smile on her face again, "Isn't it okay?"

Chang Le's always handsome and steady face showed anger: "Zhang Yue!"

But Zhang Yue had already performed a purification technique on himself, and also cleaned up the things he found from the bottom of the mud pool. She interrupted his lecture: "Brother, look at what this is?"

One washes away the mud, and a golden lotus flower about nine inches long suddenly appears in front of everyone. The lotus flower is three inches wide and shines in the afternoon light. The vertical lines on the petals are clearly visible, and each of the nine petal tips is inlaid with a flower. The unbloomed lotus bag is only the size of the tip of a thumb.

"This is..." Chang Le was stunned, and subconsciously turned to look at the stone tablet engraved with "Wen Tianlian" beside the pool.

"There is no brand." Zhang Yue hurriedly handed the golden lotus in her hand to Chang Le to divert his attention, "Senior brother, could this be a magic weapon?"

Chang Le took it and looked at it carefully. He recalled the list of treasures in his mind, but he couldn't find any treasure. However, the shape of the lotus was extraordinary and there was no mark on it. It was not painted by Bixian.

"Maybe it's a magic weapon. Put it away first..." Chang Le was about to hand the nine-inch golden lotus in his hand to Zhang Yue when three arrows suddenly shot from behind, hitting his throat and both arms.

"Who!"

Chang Le reacted very quickly. He turned sideways to avoid a vital blow to his throat. At the same time, he waved his sword with his right hand to knock down an arrow. However, he delayed for a moment to put away the golden lotus with his left hand. The last spiritual arrow penetrated his left arm, and blood splashed in the air. He couldn't help feeling depressed. Hum.

"Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

Zhang Yue and others immediately turned around and drew their swords, tensing up with a look of coldness on their faces.

I saw five people standing under a tree not far away. One of them had a face as thin as a monkey, but his arms were thick and muscular. He had not put down the bow yet. It was obvious that he was the one who fired the three arrows just now.The remaining four people were dressed differently, holding swords or other magical weapons, and took time to look at the Hehuan Sect group.

——Rogue cultivators, or loose cultivators in groups.

These five casual cultivators were different from the casual cultivators they met before. They had extremely evil auras on their bodies. They looked at Chang Le and others without evading their gazes. Instead, they looked excited and sinister.

"Hand over the Heart Lotus." A thin man in a green robe leaning against the peach tree, with a middle-aged face and seven golden rings on each arm. His voice was rough and hoarse, and there was a scar on his throat.

Asking Heart Lotus?
Only then did Chang Le remember the words on the stone tablet. He ignored the sharp stinging pain in his left arm. Seeing the appearance of these casual cultivators, he suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart: These people are all casual cultivators in the foundation-building realm, and The man in green robe is definitely above his level, most likely in the late stage of foundation building.

His eyes fell on the golden lotus in his hand, and with the corner of his eye he glanced at the nervous junior brothers and sisters beside him, and calmed down: "Fellow Taoist, we are disciples of the Hehuan Sect. What can I ask for?"

When it comes to sects, I hope these casual cultivators will be wary.

"Hehuan Sect?" The man with a thin, monkey-like face held up his bow and laughed strangely, "Why don't I remember that there is this sect in the Eighteenth Sect?"

The eighteen sects in the spiritual world are all the top sects, and they have an ironclad consensus with the outside world - anyone who harms his disciples will be wanted and killed in the four realms.

Oops.

Chang Le's heart sank. This was not his first experience, and he knew that there was a huge difference between small sects and large sects. In addition to the eighteen sects, there were countless small and medium-sized sects in the spiritual world.

Of course, it is not unusual for a small sect to be wiped out by some strong casual cultivators with trump cards.

These five people didn't know what their trump card was, and they actually didn't care about the sects except the eighteen sects.

Although they didn't understand what kind of magic weapon this thing was, from the moment these casual cultivators dared to shoot arrows to seize the treasure, the Hehuan Sect's Taoist robes on their bodies became a life-threatening talisman.Chang Le clenched the golden lotus in his hand, and secretly input spiritual power into the golden lotus, thinking that he might be able to use the power of this magic weapon to resist the casual cultivator, but the spiritual power was like mud into the sea, and the golden lotus did not react at all.

Isn't this a magic weapon?
Chang Le suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his temples, and after a moment he said without hesitation: "I'll hand it over."

After saying this, he suddenly threw the golden lotus in his hand forward, followed by an explosive sun bead, which exploded in mid-air, emitting a dazzling white light.

At the same time, Chang Le shouted at his junior brothers and sisters: "Run!"

Zhang Yue reacted the fastest, pulling the nearest junior brother and running to the left path. Soon the others also reacted and wanted to escape from here.

However, what Chang Le didn't expect was that there was actually a casual cultivator hiding in the dark. He had already been ambushing Zhang Yue at a place where he could escape. He kicked Zhang Yue who was at the front, kicked her out, and slammed into her. The stone tablet fell into the pond with a bang.

Zhang Yue felt that her lungs were displaced, her Dantian was hit hard, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Junior sister!" Chang Le turned back, but didn't bother to turn around and pull her. He caught a glimpse of the casual cultivator emerging from the darkness in front of him and slashing at the junior brother who fell on the ground with his sword. He could only fly forward and deflect the fatal sword from the casual cultivator.

With this delay, the chance of escape from the explosion of the Exploding Yang Pearl disappeared. Another five casual cultivators walked out of the white light, and the Hehuan Sect disciples were instantly surrounded.

The thin man in green robe took a step behind, picked up the nine-inch golden lotus on the ground, then raised his eyes to look at the sect disciples by the pool, and said in a hoarse voice with coldness: "Kill them all."

Sure enough, as Chang Le guessed, these casual cultivators had taken away the magic weapon and had no intention of leaving it alive.

Chang Le's face turned pale, and the veins in his right hand holding the sword were stretched. He pulled up his junior brother on the ground with one hand: "Everyone forms an array!"

Zhang Yue jumped up from the pool, holding a sword and standing in the back corner. She and other junior brothers and sisters pointed towards each other and formed a sword formation.

The seven people stood in an inverted fan shape, with golden light rising from their feet, finally converging on Chang Le at the front.

——The formation is formed.

Then Chang Le swung fiercely and slashed at the thin man in green robe with a cold sword intent.

"A group of Qi training period." The thin man in green robe sneered, not paying attention to the group of young sect disciples at all. He made fists with both hands, pushed the golden rings on his upper arms outward, and struck forward hard, breaking the sword intent with a bang.

What is surprising is that the moment the sword intent was broken, it split into six more sword lights, pointing directly at these casual cultivators.

The skinny man in green robe quickly retracted the golden ring and punched the approaching sword light again. The other casual cultivators quickly moved to block it. One of the casual cultivators was unable to dodge and was scratched on the chest by the stabbing sword, and blood instantly flowed down.

The expressions of these casual cultivators who were originally indifferent suddenly changed, their eyes became fierce, and they all surrounded him.

Chang Le and others formed a formation again, and their swords formed a spiritual shield at the front, hoping to stop this group of casual cultivators.

The thin man in green robe snorted coldly, made fists with both hands, drove the golden ring, and slammed it on the spirit shield!

The weaker disciple of the Hehuan Sect could not stand firmly and knelt down, causing the spirit shield to shake violently and create a weak point.

Immediately afterwards, a monk with a thin, monkey-like face, holding a bow, shot an arrow at a weak point, and was about to break the spirit shield. Chang Le gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power with his left hand, pushing it away with his palm, forcibly filling the weak point and blocking the arrow. mango.

"He's quite capable." As soon as the thin man in green robe finished speaking, his fists hit the spirit shield like a violent storm.

The other five casual cultivators took action together.

"puff--"

Chang Le, who was standing in the front, withstood the biggest attack and his body was shaken violently. His finger bones holding the sword were tightly clasped on the hilt, and his fingertips turned white. In the end, he could not withstand the combined attacks of six foundation-building stages and took several steps back. Then he stood up and blood spurted out from his mouth.

Then the spirit shield shattered like a piece of wood, and the disciples of the Hehuan Sect behind him were also shaken and flew backwards.

Chang Le did not dare to be distracted and check the status of his junior brothers and sisters. He stood firm, holding the sword in his right arm, and pointed directly at the six foundation-building stage cultivators in front of him again.

"The mantis is using its arms as a chariot!" Someone snorted coldly.

The casual cultivator who was ambushing before and the casual cultivator holding a bow attacked at the same time. One attacked at close range, and the other shot. Several arrows were directed towards Chang Le's face, and then he sidestepped to avoid the cold arrows, only to receive another sweeping kick.

This is a physical training, the legs are magic weapons, and the attack speed is extremely fast.

Chang Le's left arm was still bleeding from the puncture wound, and he struggled to cope with the two attacks. His right arm kept swinging the sword, and the joints were stiff, showing signs of slowing down.

One of his injured mid-stage foundation-builders barely blocked two mid-stage foundation-builder casual cultivators.

Unexpectedly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man in green robes and several other casualties walking towards the direction of his junior brothers and sisters behind him.

Junior brothers and sisters are all in the Qi training stage and cannot stop this group of foundation-building casual cultivators.

However, this distraction gave an opportunity for physical cultivation and bow-holding casual cultivation.

The sharp and cold spiritual arrow cut through the air and pierced Chang Le's right shoulder, making a "pop" sound and splashing blood.

The body cultivator directly in front of him chased after him and hit his waist and abdomen with a leg that was like a heavy iron rod, kicking Chang Le to stagger. He forced himself to steady his body, swallowed the sweet taste in his throat, and then moved to the left, trying to stop him. The man in blue robe.

The body cultivator on the spot did not chase after him in a hurry. Instead, after looking at each other with the green-robed man, he walked towards the other disciples of the Hehuan Sect, as if they were working together to play with the prey that was struggling before death.

Zhang Yue, who was standing at the end, was originally injured. She fell into the lotus pond for the third time covered in sewage. She writhed several times before standing up with her sword in her hands. Her round face was pale. She looked to the front and tried to use her own strength. The senior brothers who blocked the group of casual cultivators had panic in their eyes.

How to do?
It would be great if she was also in the foundation building stage.

At least...at least it can be delayed for a while!
Zhang Yue has never felt so regretful. In the past, she should have practiced hard in the sect.

The junior brothers and sisters who got up in front of them reacted quickly and formed a small sword formation again. However, the difference in realm was not so easy to close. The body cultivation could not be completed with just one kick, and the spiritual shield that had just been formed was broken.

Zhang Yue gritted her teeth and quickly left the pond. When she passed the stone monument, she turned her left hand and took out a handful of spiritual stones from her storage bag. A ball slipped silently from her fingers and fell into the grass.

Then Zhang Yue began to absorb the spiritual stones in his hand and quickly replenished the lost spiritual power.

"Tsk." Ti Xiu was about to kick the Hehuan Sect disciple who fell to the ground, but another disciple rushed over and hugged his thigh, shaking him hard, but failed to shake him away. He immediately let out an impatient sound, and then another disciple One foot kicked the disciple directly on the head.

With this kick, others nearby could even hear the sound of teeth breaking and bones breaking.

At the same moment, a female disciple of the Hehuan Sect flew around behind Ti Xiu, pointing her sword at the back of his neck.

The body cultivator didn't seem to notice, and just shook off the Hehuan Sect disciple who was hugging his thigh.

——It's about to be stabbed!
The female disciple of the Hehuan Sect tightly grasped the sword in her hand, staring straight at the target in front of her. Everything was silent, and it seemed that the only sound left in her ears was the sound of her own heartbeat.

However, just as the tip of her sword was about to hit, there was a sudden sound in her ears.

Followed by familiar shouts.

"Junior Sister Huang!"

Zhang Yue's eyes widened and she loudly wanted to alert her junior sister in the distance.

——It’s the arrow cultivator at the back.

The sword-wielding junior sister thought to herself that the strong sense of crisis made her spiritual platform shake, but she did not choose to avoid it, but continued forward, trying to hit the physical cultivator on the back of the neck.

A sword!
Just one sword can hit him!

"You don't overestimate your own capabilities." Ti Xiu didn't even look back, he just sneered and uttered four words, not forgetting to step on the leg bones of the Hehuan Sect disciple who was hugging him.

"puff!"

Zhang Yue watched helplessly as the arrow light flew towards her quickly, carrying cold spiritual power, and pierced Junior Sister Huang's chest, causing dazzling blood to splash everywhere.

Junior sister Huang gritted her teeth and received the arrow from Zhuji, but she didn't release her power. Ling Ran's sword energy was still pointed directly at the back of the body's neck.

"Chong-"

A faint golden light floated on the back of the body's neck, and the tip of her sword seemed to be pierced on some copper or iron wall, and even the sword body was bent a bit.

He was unharmed!

The physical cultivator kicked away the Hehuan Sect disciple who was about to faint, and finally turned around. Facing the female disciple holding the sword, he was full of rage, raised one leg and swept away, and kicked her in the waist to break her iliac bone.

In just a short moment, everyone in the Hehuan Sect was injured. Two disciples fell to the ground and were seriously injured. Their lives and deaths were unknown.

Chang Le turned his head and saw this, his heart was in great sorrow, but his face became calmer. He took out three high-grade spiritual stones and crushed them directly. The tendons expanded and stretched due to the explosion of spiritual power, and the pain of tearing spread throughout his body.

His eyes were closed tightly, his feet sank slightly into the grass, and for a moment, spiritual energy swirled around him.

"You actually want to advance here?" The thin man in green robe was a little surprised.

Advancement is dangerous, and no one dares to make any mistakes, but this person tried to advance under such circumstances.

ridiculous!

Zhang Yue and the other five seized the opportunity of the casual cultivators to be stunned, avoided the physical cultivators, and rushed over to surround Chang Le, trying to delay time and allow the senior brother to advance.

However, no matter how strong the sect disciples in the Qi training stage were, they could not stop the casual cultivators in the Foundation building stage, let alone six of them.

Soon, five Hehuan Sect disciples were seriously injured by two casual cultivators.

Zhang Yue was the one with the highest cultivation level among the five qi-training disciples. She crushed handfuls of low-grade spiritual stones, not caring about the impurities mixed into the spiritual palace, and forced herself to stand up in front of Chang Le, who was holding a sword and closing her eyes to advance.

The thin man in green robe finally showed his impatience: "Trouble."

These few sect disciples in the Qi training period are as annoying as cockroaches that cannot be killed.

"I'll come." Not far away, the archery cultivator held a bow in both arms. Countless arrows came with murderous intent. Zhang Yue swung his sword to cut off some of the arrows. His soul was in severe pain. Even though he squeezed his lips and teeth tightly, he couldn't bear it in the end. He vomited out a large mouthful of blood.

At this moment, an arrow flew diagonally towards Chang Le's forehead.

Zhang Yue looked sideways at the senior brother behind her, bit the tip of her tongue, sobered up for a moment, summoned up her last remaining spiritual power, and chopped off the arrow.

The next moment, a new arrow approached, hitting her arms directly. With the weight of the foundation building period, Zhang Yue was pinned to the ground.

It wasn't over yet. The archery cultivator was not in a hurry to kill Chang Le. Instead, he held his bow and shot at Zhang Yue on the ground again.

First, it was nailed into her thigh, making her unable to move.

The arrow cultivator licked the corner of his mouth, drew the bow with his right arm, and stared at the undulating arc of Zhang Yue's neck on the ground, with bloodthirsty obsession flashing in his eyes: this undulating arc will soon calm down.

"call out--"

The arrow light pierced the sky, carrying a strong killing intent, and shot towards the seriously injured Zhang Yue's head.

"Keng!"

This cold arrow was cut down by someone.

It’s Changle!
He actually advanced to the late stage of foundation building.

Chang Le's eyes turned red due to the forceful expansion of his veins. He stepped forward to block Zhang Yue, then covered the sword with two fingers, moved it down with force, and sacrificed the sword with blood: "Invite the gods to help me, eliminate evil and punish malaria! "

Golden sword light lit up from the ground and continued to converge on the sword body.

All the casual cultivators present felt a surge of majestic sword energy.

The skinny man in green robe had an extremely ugly face. He did not expect that this young sect disciple had such a Taoist heart and could successfully advance to the late stage of foundation establishment under such circumstances.

He stepped forward, the golden rings on his arms clanking, and his murderous intention was strong.

The gray-robed cultivator who had been watching suddenly said, "It's time to go."

The thin man in green robe stopped immediately. He didn't know what he thought of. All his murderous intentions faded away, and he retreated: "Let's go!"

This group of wandering cultivators looked like ghosts and disappeared in the east path of the lotus pond in an instant.

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