After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have saved him.

Fu Qingcheng cried silently in his heart

With such a powerful person secretly protecting her, why would she come to join in the fun?

Thinking like this, the usually gentle facial features became more and more serious in the cold rain. Wherever the heavy knife was swung, iron was cut like mud, and no one was spared.

The wind of the knife stirred up the flying rain, hitting Shu Yi who was approaching close to him like a slap in the face.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what he wanted to ask for a moment, but suddenly he saw someone approaching Fu Qingcheng from behind.

"Grandma, who dares to hurt my disciple!"

This sound is remarkable.

It was as loud as a lion's roar, causing the surrounding disciples to instantly hear their ears ringing. In severe cases, blood even flowed from their ears.

"I can't hear!"

The monk who was close to Fu Qingcheng had just time to scream before he was slashed away with a knife.

Elder Yidao strikes very quickly, almost killing one person with one strike. This is also the origin of his elder name.

It was just that he mostly wounded people with the back of his knife until they were knocked unconscious, but he never took anyone's life.

This was true for all the elder disciples of the Lingxian Sect who took action, led by Tang Ling, it seemed that they were just trying to protect Wei Zhiming.

What is so special about Tang Ling that makes all the elders and disciples of the sect work for him?

"I believe the lady has her own plans."

Yao Yao's clear eyes from many years ago suddenly flashed into his mind. The seriousness and trust in them were things he had never given to others in his life.

Why this sickly familiar feeling?

Don't lose focus during battle.

The elder Yi Dao was distracted and slashed at a person without using all his strength. Unexpectedly, the man was wearing something, and the sword actually seemed to have struck a copper wall. The entire blade began to break.

Elder Yi Dao wanted to exchange a knife from his storage bag.

That's too late!

The monk's iron fist was already heading towards his fatal spot.

Elder Yidao's pupils suddenly tightened. At this moment, a black chain with a long tongue suddenly wrapped around the monk's wrist as flexibly as a snake. The weight of the hammer at the end of the chain was not small, and the monk's iron fist fell to the ground. After landing, the hammer suddenly It exploded, instantly making the monk dizzy.

Another chain followed, helping Yida to clear away the excess enemies.

The elder of the Qi Sect, Duo Mo, threw him a knife, "It's time to change weapons."

"Elder Blacksmith! Thank you!" Yi Dao took it gratefully. Once he tried it, he knew it was a good knife that could cut iron as well as clay.

The two faced the enemy back to back, but they were still worried about the sword.

"Elder Blacksmith, shouldn't we work together to exorcise demons now?"

The strong forged iron-bronze arms had high bulging muscle lines, and a thin layer of sweat on them. No weapons were needed at all, and they knocked away several people in one go, which also gave Elder Yidao enough peace of mind.

How many years has it been, how many years has it been since I gave up my back?

"Hasn't Elder Shu Yi already taken action?" Duo Mo said solemnly from behind, "This is the attitude of the sect - anyone who hurts my disciples will be killed!"

Yes, Elder Shuyi has already taken action, which is also the reason why Elder Yidao took action.

But...protecting the disciples of his sect?

This is also another fresh feeling.

It doesn’t hurt to try.

Then... come on!

Anyone who hurts my disciples will be killed!

This is actually Duo Mo's selfishness.

Wei Zhiming is the suitable successor he has been trying to find for many years. Unfortunately, what he did during the competition among newcomers was not what he wanted.

Later, Wei Zhiming was not surprised to get a spot in the weapon refining competition.

This kid has been working hard and focused, and to be able to get a spot must have put in unimaginable efforts.

What surprised him was that the boy who abandoned his partner in the competition was now able to give up the opportunity he had worked so hard to get for his partner.

But just now, he could see it clearly.

Just when Tang Ling was about to be hit by Liu Zheng's palm, Wei Zhiming released the demon in the soul-shaking flag.

This demon may have been released to save Tang Ling.

Duo Mo is willing to believe this. Looking at Wei Zhiming and others who were just a few steps away, he rushed over while fighting with Yi Dao.

A flying arrow pierced Wei Zhiming's back from nowhere. Before he could get close, it was shattered by a sharp sword energy.

Song Nan moved his wrist flexibly, stunning the disciples who were rushing towards Tang Lingwei Zhiming with his sword energy, and looking into the air.

The night was dark, with only the patter of rain falling heavier and heavier, and nothing else could be seen.

Too slow, he cursed in his heart, jumped out of the crowd, and started to send the second signal.

Tang Ling withdrew his long whip and whipped it in the other direction like a snake.

Same as before.

It's sword energy again.

Song Nan must be nearby, and maybe reinforcements will arrive soon.

but……

She covered her abdomen with one hand and gritted her teeth to hold back.

The wound that had just healed opened open again due to the rain and violent movements, and blood flowed out like a faucet.

Although the healing speed is fast, I can't help but keep struggling.

Nangong Ling's body became lighter and lighter in mid-air.

This guy is basically a paper tiger. After fighting for a while, his true colors immediately emerged.

She knew it.

Nangong Ling was obviously seriously injured when he was underground, how could he suddenly become stronger?

It’s already like this, I have to come out and jump around!

However, even if he didn't come out, the situation just now would probably be a battle.

This battle is dangerous!

Although Wei Zhiming had many magical weapons, they would use few of them, and Wei Zhiming himself was not that strong in combat effectiveness.

It can be said that among the three Tang Lings and a demon currently surrounded in the center of the crowd, the only reliable combat power is Yuan Yulang.

Yuan Yulang is really awesome.

Using his own strength, he used several pieces of golden talismans to instantly control the approaching disciples like puppets to counterattack them.

On the other hand, a few more spiritual stones flew out, and a defensive formation was set up on the spot.

However, there are not only ordinary disciples here, but also coaching elders of several sects, sect elders, and even town sect elders who hide their identities to find disciples to inherit their mantles.

Yuan Yulang and Tang Ling tried their best to hold on for a few quarters of an hour before they could no longer hold on.

There was a gap in the formation, and a few experienced monks discovered it and rushed in like hungry wolves.

Looking at the faces that wanted to eat them, Tang Ling was frightened.

She suddenly felt that these were no longer human beings.

"They are all demons."

Nangong Xun's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

At the same time, there was a sudden darkness above the three people.

When the huge crowd surged over, Nangong Ling covered the three of them with his demonic body that had swelled several times at some unknown time.

The sound in my ears felt like it was blocked by a thin film.

In addition to sounds, there were also various weapons and spells that could kill people, and they all landed on Nangong Ling's body mercilessly.

Tang Ling clutched his wound tightly, his vision was a little blurry, and gradually only the sound of breathing was left in his ears.

It was the breathing of the three people, rapid and panicked, that filled the warm space covered by Nangong Ling.

There is one more.

It was a somewhat difficult breathing sound, getting weaker and weaker, almost non-existent.

"I still wanted to die in a handsome way, but I didn't expect it to be so embarrassing. Are you three too weak?"

After his weak breathing paused for a moment, Nangong Ling's voice suddenly echoed in this square inch.