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Chapter 81 Can't Control Myself!
"Six Realms Battlefield!"

Jiang Feichen frowned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

From the day of his rebirth, except for beheading the Six Realms Battlefield in Qinghefang and fleeing back to a few minor repairs in the Qi Refining Period.

It has almost never had any relationship with the Six Realms battlefield.

At this moment, there were actually ten powerful monks with the ninth level of foundation building, who directly called their names and attacked and killed themselves.

It must have been instigated by someone.

During this trip to the important town of Yunjiao, only Mei Chuanxie of Yingjian City, the Yanmo family and Master Yan of Baibingge of Minghai City, and Yi Chuanzhi had anything to do with him.

And Mei Chuanxie died at the hands of the heroes of Aojian City, even if Mei Chuan Mansion blamed him, they would definitely send monks from Mei Chuan Mansion, and it was impossible to use the hands of others.

Baibing Pavilion in Minghai City is even more impossible.

If they want to regain face, they can only pass fair challenges and competitions.

So now the only possible black hand behind these Six Realms battlefield monks is Master Yi Chuanzhi and his disciples.

"Old man, you have some knowledge!"

The leading masked monk heard the sound and sneered: "But it's useless for you to guess. Someone paid me to kill you all. If you want to blame it, blame you for messing with someone you shouldn't!"

Before the masked monk could finish his sentence, his figure flashed and he had already rushed to Jiang Feichen. His eyes hidden behind the bronze mask revealed a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

"Stop, aren't you afraid that the Baibing Pavilion will inspect you!"

Although shopkeeper Meng was repelled by the masked monk, he was a monk of the eighth level of foundation building after all, and he did not completely lose his combat power.

Seeing that the masked monk was about to attack Jiang Feichen, he shouted loudly and jumped up again.

"Old man, don't worry about dying!"

However, before Meng Changhe could get up, another figure flew out from among the nine masked monks who followed, swung the sharp spiritual stick violently in his hand, and hit Meng Changhe's back with one stick.

"what"

Meng Changhe suffered a heavy blow, his internal organs were all shattered, and a kind of violent spiritual power rushed into the meridians of his whole body, attacking wantonly.

With a scream, his body fell heavily to the ground, his nostrils were filled with breath, and he passed out directly.

"Treasurer Meng!"

Seeing this, Jiang Feichen's eyelids were about to crack, and his bright eyes were frighteningly cold.

Although Meng Changhe is usually fussy and stingy, he has a very generous character and protects Jiang Feichen everywhere.

At this moment, because of protecting him, he was knocked down, and his life and death are unknown.

Jiang Feichen clenched his fists tightly, with a murderous intent.

"Jie Jie Jie, an old bastard who doesn't know how to live or die!"

The masked cultivator rushing to the front sneered ferociously.

He stretched out his right hand to grab the void forward, and in front of Jiang Feichen, a big hand with spiritual power was formed immediately.

He grabbed Jiang Feichen with one hand.

"Boy, if you don't want to die in too much pain, hand over all the refining inheritance on your body!"

The masked monk yelled, his right hand exerted a slight force, and the hand with great spiritual power suddenly tightened inward.

Jiang Feichen only felt severe pain all over his body, as if there were heavy walls around him, trying to crush him flat.

His eyes darkened, and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Boss, this kid is really a master craftsman, I don't think he looks like it!"

Around the leading masked monk, six masked monks dressed in the same costume landed in front of Jiang Feichen, looking around without the slightest embarrassment or vigilance.

The remaining three monks walked towards Meng Changhe, He Lou Qingshan, and Yang Yumei carelessly.

Jiang Feichen, Meng Changhe and others were not taken seriously by them at all.

This is not because of their arrogance, but because there are completely different directions of expertise between monks who specialize in combat and monks who specialize in production.

Fighting monks who have gone through countless fights and are always on the verge of life and death, under the same state, their combat power is often several times that of production monks.

The task of attacking and killing Jiang Feichen this time, in fact, any one of them is enough to complete.

It's just that the employer is very careful this time, and the inheritance of the refining equipment on Jiang Feichen's body is bound to be obtained, so he paid a high price and hired ten of them to act together.

"It doesn't matter whether he is a master craftsman or not, as long as we capture him alive, we will complete the task, and we have nothing to do with the rest!"

The leading masked monk chuckled lightly.

He looked at Jiang Feichen who was imprisoned in the great hands of spiritual power, and ordered the surrounding monks, saying: "Kill all the three Baibing Pavilion people, and erase all traces."

"Follow the order!"

The three masked cultivators who were about to search for the Qiankun bags and spiritual weapons on the three men of Meng Changhe nodded, with brilliance shining in their hands, raised the spiked spiritual sticks in their hands, and pointed at the heads of the three men of Meng Changhe, who had no longer any ability to move. , It was smashed down hard.

"Elementary puppet symbol!"

But in this fleeting moment, Jiang Feichen, who had been imprisoned by the great hands of spiritual power and showed no sign of resistance, suddenly made a sound and shouted secretly.

With a pinch of his right hand, the pale yellow rudimentary puppet talisman was immediately activated by him, and with a slight shake, it disappeared out of thin air.

Behind the leading masked monk, a light yellow talisman appeared out of thin air, and quietly stuck to the back of the masked monk.

"Swish"

At the same moment, on Jiang Feichen's wrists and ankles, several thin lines rose up, connecting with the masked monk.

Jiang Feichen clasped his hands with ten fingers, and the leader of the masked cultivator on the opposite side also unconsciously let go of his palms, and the spiritual power that imprisoned Jiang Feichen dissipated in an instant.

"Kill me!"

Jiang Feichen even yelled angrily, and with a wave of his arm, the leading masked monk on the opposite side also resolutely waved his sharp stick, and suddenly slammed away at the masked monks beside him.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Those masked monks were extremely close to the leading masked monk, and they had no defense in their hearts.

How could he have expected that the leader he was following would attack them.

The few people were startled and shouted quickly, trying to escape, but it was too late.

Before they could make a move, the spirit stick of the leading masked monk had already smashed hard on their heads.

The heads of the three masked monks were sunken, their bodies soared up and fell under the Xing Ge boat.

"Boss, why are you doing this!"

The unexpected change made Xing Ge Zhoushan and the remaining six masked monks extremely astonished.

Almost at the same time, the six people stopped their movements and flew back a hundred meters at the same time.

"What am I doing!"

The leading masked monk was even more stunned.

He didn't even notice the action of attacking and killing his companion just now.

At that moment, he felt that he had lost control of his physical body, like a puppet on a string, he could only obey orders.

"Kill them, leave no one behind!"

Jiang Feichen broke free from the confinement of the powerful hand of spiritual power, and floated on the deck. His eyes were cold, and he tapped lightly towards the leading masked monk.

"Who the hell do you think you are, and dare to order me!"

The leading masked monk was furious and cursed, but his body bowed to Jiang Feichen, then turned around, and rushed towards the six masked monks without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)