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Chapter 103: The advantage is mine, Baihua loses, I didn't want to fight Yanming Jie [Please read]

The blood completely penetrated into the nine women's bodies. Although they had not opened their eyes yet, the spiritual pressure of the foundation-building level on their bodies could not be faked.

"Is that... a blood puppet? Didn't the intelligence say that the [Hehuan Sect] was refining the [Foundation Establishment Pill] together? Why is there a blood cultivator here?" A Baihua cultivator said in a daze.

"Is this the point?" Luo Pan's male cultivator was immediately annoyed. He turned to Nan Liansong and asked, "Nine foundation-building blood puppets. What should we do, Captain?"

"How would I know what to do?" Nan Liansong was filled with regret. "Why didn't I listen to my sister's advice and just take Lu Xiu back to the sect?"

His mind raced as he forced himself to remain calm and consoled him, "That blood cultivator hasn't even established his foundation yet. His blood puppets are insanely bloodthirsty and lack any intelligence. Controlling nine of them is already his limit, let alone one at the foundation-building stage."

"That's right, that's it, six against nine, the advantage is on us! Go!" Nan Liansong originally wanted to comfort his fellow disciples, but in the end, he himself felt that there was nothing wrong.

The six people's expressions were immediately excited, and they took a step forward together, ready for a big battle.

then……

Their steps all stopped and they stood there in a daze again.

Suddenly, the nine girls opened their eyes, and after a flash of blood, they regained clarity.

They each touched their arms and bodies, their faces filled with joy, and they all turned and bowed to Tang Haoyingying: "Thank you, sir, for your grace in saving our lives!"

"Good! Very good! Come on, everyone, get up."

Tang Hao was also extremely excited. The nine women's bodies had been upgraded to spiritual weapons, and coupled with the unconscious soul power of the same origin refined in the [Jade Human Skin Drum], they had undoubtedly reached the level of foundation-building combat power.

'The bet was won!'

As early as when he got the first replica human skin drum, he discovered that the soul in it had no intelligence at all and only retained a trace of instinct.

After returning to the sect, he looked through the classics, wanting to know whether this could improve the strength of the nine women, but he was only an outer disciple with the strength of Qi Refining, and there was very little relevant information he could find.

It is not convenient to ask others about this matter, so I have been putting it off. I plan to try again after I have established my foundation and have the ability to support it for a while or two.

Who knew that we would encounter the situation today and have to take a gamble.

"Young Master, we have just completed the promotion. The power of our souls is slightly weaker than that of our bodies. I am afraid we cannot fight for long, but protecting you should not be a problem." Yaoguang suddenly spoke to him.

Tang Hao nodded and replied nonchalantly, "It's okay. These are weaklings from the [Hundred Flowers Valley]. It should be easy to defeat them."

While transmitting the message, he glanced at the weapons in the hands of the six people: silver needles, medicine pestles, medicine staffs, medicine shovels, medicine knives, and medicine sickles.

"It truly lives up to its reputation as the weakest of the Five Immortal Sects." The selection of weapons made his mouth twitch. "But, if we can avoid fighting, it's better not to."

Thinking of this, Tang Hao turned to the other party and bowed from afar: "So you are a fellow Taoist from [Hundred Flowers Valley]. I am..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a clear and pleasant female voice.

"Who is a fellow Taoist with you, you little devil? You..." Nan Lianzhu also hadn't finished his words when a big hand covered his mouth, and he still made a gurgling sound.

Tang Hao tilted his head and looked over, seeing a fresh and elegant female cultivator, as graceful and refined as an orchid: "It's just that this statement doesn't consider the current situation? The advantage is on my side."

It is an indisputable fact that the differences in the cultivation concepts and methods of the immortal and demon sects have led to endless fighting and conflicts between the two sides.

But when two cultivators usually meet, especially when their strength is similar, they will tacitly remain vigilant and try to avoid fighting as much as possible.

Who would fight to the death for something so irrelevant, or for so-called ideals, to demonstrate a sense of justice? They weren't saints, of course, except for the moralists and the lunatics of the Blood Cult.

"Hmm, wait a minute." Tang Hao suddenly realized something and glanced at the nine women. "Do I look like a blood cultivator now?"

Yaoguang and the others usually look like ordinary people, but when they advanced just now, they were clearly like blood puppets.

He sighed inwardly and spoke again, "I am Yan Ming, the master of the He Huan Sect. I am only looking for someone to refine the elixir with me. This fellow Daoist has a temperament as elegant as an orchid. How come…"

"Gurgle..." The female cultivator had her mouth covered and started to chatter again. If they were not mistaken, the others actually wanted to laugh.

Tang Hao was almost unable to continue speaking. "This idea is so clichéd."

"The people in [Hundred Flower Valley] are really weird. Maybe they've taken too many drugs. Why are they all acting a little abnormal?" He couldn't help but frown.

"So fellow Daoist isn't a blood cultivator?"

After listening to the introduction, Nan Liansong looked at several of his fellow disciples and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

In the current situation, they only hoped to successfully escort Lu Xiu back, and did not dare to think about anything else. Their thoughts also coincided with Tang Hao's, and they would not fight if they could avoid it.

Just as the situation seemed to be easing, the ground suddenly shook, and peach-colored mist swirled around the yard, converging madly towards one place.

The Luo Pan male cultivator's expression changed: "Someone is trying to escape by bombing the formation."

Nan Liansong also narrowed his eyes and looked over.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Nan Lianzhu pulled his brother's hand away and said, "No wonder you're pretending to be friendly with us here. You're just giving cover to the one who broke the formation!"

"Brother, this person must be bluffing, otherwise why bother with this? Nine Foundation Establishment cultivators working together to attack, are you still afraid that we won't be able to break out of the formation?" She said anxiously.

He waved the sickle in his hand and rushed forward.

Nan Liansong was stunned. She felt that her sister's explanation had some logical problems, but she couldn't think too much about it at this moment, otherwise she would be caught in the fight. "Attack together."

For a moment, all kinds of medical instruments were flying in the air, and they were thrown towards Tang Hao in the hope of catching the leader first.

When the nine Yaoguang girls saw this, they all used their bare hands to intercept, as if they were physical cultivators.

They have no weapons in their hands, but they can borrow the power of the spiritual weapons in the Five Elements Weapon Box. Moreover, this spiritual weapon-level body is their best weapon.

"Fight, fight!" Tang Hao felt exhausted. He activated [Endless Life] and hid aside, shouting from a distance, "Quickly end this fight, don't kill them!"

"Yes, sir!" The nine women obeyed the order and their attack suddenly accelerated.

In a moment, they turned from defense to offense and smashed those medical instruments back step by step.

The shaking of the ground and the unusual movement of the aura were naturally caused by the blowing of the wind.

The moment he sensed the nine women's explosive aura, he immediately urged his flying boat to rush out. "Yan Ming actually refused to leave and even started a fight with them. How dare he do that? Is he courting death?"

This situation is certainly far worse than Yan Ming escaping from the enemy, but Hu Feng can't care about these at this time. The opportunity is fleeting. If Yan Ming really dies, it will be difficult for him to escape.

The result is naturally predictable. The flying boat crashed into the blockade formation with a "boom".

The noise was quite loud, but the shield only caused slight ripples, and the movement did not attract the attention of the male cultivator Luo Pan.

"Damn it, damn it, you six foundation-building cultivators, why don't you just rush in and kill people indiscriminately? Why set up a formation?" Hu Feng's eyes turned red.

He immediately gathered his strength and led the spiritual tools and magical instruments filled with joyful energy to attack the blockade.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we must break the formation before Yan Ming dies!"

While roaring in his heart, Hu Feng took a quick look towards the yard, wanting to see how much time he had left.

At this moment, the pink mist gradually dissipated, and the situation in the courtyard could be seen clearly.

This sight wasn't a big deal, but it startled him so much that he paused, nearly stumbling and falling off the flying boat. "Shouldn't Yan Ming be using all his means to save his life, while Yu Mian Zhuang is risking her life to protect him and try to maintain the situation? How come it's the other way around?"

Hu Feng rubbed his eyes fiercely. The situation where nine women surrounded the six foundation-building monks and beat them up, smashing the defensive shields, did not change at all.

"I, I'm going back to apologize now. Do you have one more Foundation Establishment Pill?" He couldn't help swallowing.

On the other side, Master Yaoguang Huan's expression was not much different from his, but he was thinking: "I still underestimated Yan Ming. Fortunately, I was taken away by Zhuang Yun. His impression of me shouldn't be any worse, right?"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

There were several crisp sounds in succession.

[Baihua Valley] The defensive shields of several people were broken one after another, and fists rained down like raindrops, beating them so hard that their faces were bruised.

Fortunately, the ninth girl stopped in time and saved her life.

The battle is over.

The door of the alchemy room creaked open a crack, and a dog-like head poked out stealthily.

(End of this chapter)