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Shen Tingsong thought it was a problem with his rescue, so he kindly examined the boy.

Actually, there was nothing worth saving. He only had a slight burn; if he had arrived a little later, he would have healed completely.

Shen Tingsong frowned, lowered his head to think for a moment, and said helplessly, "There might be some hidden mission?"

"what?"

Bai Lai really disliked this kind of mentally taxing secret realm. She sighed pitifully, propping her chin on her hand and lamenting, "Can't get out? Then in this secret realm, won't I just be Bai Lai again?"

The other sword cultivators, who had also been sent there by Nightfall, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone started trying to enter through the door at the same time, but only the alchemists inside could enter and exit freely, and the injured could not leave even after receiving treatment.

Several bewildered sword cultivators sat in a row, each lost in thought.

Besides them, the other people's missions also encountered problems.

The thick snow in the mountains hides sharp little thorns, and a few demonic beasts will also come out. Sword cultivators will inevitably get injured while chopping wood. Even the slightest flesh wound will send them to a side room, and even if they are rescued, they will not be able to get out.

The walls that Fu Xiu painted were prone to frost. He would finish one painting and then ruin it, having to start all over again.

And the troubles of alchemists...

Shen Tingsong frowned; their situation was somewhat different from that of the others.

The injured monks who were originally in the side hall did not leave immediately after receiving help. Instead, they simply circled around and started queuing up again. The task seemed to be carried out in a cycle, endlessly.

"Where is the problem?" Shen Tingsong was particularly puzzled.

The audience began to discuss among themselves: "It seems that passing through the Wuxiang Temple is not as easy as we imagined."

"The mission here is rather strange. Compared to it, I still think the situation at Lingxiao Sect is better."

Although they were facing a dragon at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, on an endless sea, their situation was clear at a glance, unlike the other side which had many twists and turns.

Ye Jin, a late-stage Nascent Soul sword cultivator, was able to fight the Silver Dragon for quite some time, wielding the Yao Guang Sword.

But the boy was always at a disadvantage, and as time went by, his disadvantages were gradually magnified.

Out of kindness, Su Yuanshuang played the pipa for Ye Jin from below, which at least gave him some help.

Xie Mo would occasionally throw out a few runes.

But the other two children didn't react at all, obediently squatting down next to each other to grill meat, grilling one piece after another.

It was either burnt or tasted bad; in short, it didn't taste like the Third Brother's cooking.

Qi Jue pursed his lips and suggested, "Why don't we stop wasting food and go fight with our third senior brother first?"

As long as the third senior brother is satisfied with the fight, he can have any kind of delicious food.

Yunxi nodded, but before she could say anything, the boy next to her took off from the spot, holding the Du'e sword and soaring upwards through the wind.

"So fast!"

Cheng Jiangui couldn't help but sigh in admiration. After more than a month of brutal trials at the Wind and Thunder Sect, not only had Song Heming made progress, but Qi Jue had also greatly improved in speed.

For example, right now, he holds the sword "Du'e," lightning flashes in his palm, and he cleaves through the sky mist with a single strike.

Even the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect sat up, raising an eyebrow and saying, "So, are we finally getting serious?"

Yunxi shook her little head, flipped her palm, and the Dragon Bone Sword flew into her hand.

A dazzling red appeared in their sight, and the silver dragon froze. Suddenly, it roared at Yun hope and slammed its tail, as hard as an ice sword, down onto the ship's deck.

"clang!"

It didn't hit anything; an invisible array appeared to block it.

Xie Mo unleashed his spiritual energy and said softly, "Hitting people is fine, but hitting a boat is not."

Silver Dragon: "???"

At the moment the silver dragon attacked, the dragon bones simultaneously emitted a buzzing sound.

The relationship between the Jiao and the Dragon races has never been amicable.

The Jiao clan is arrogant and unwilling to be ranked above the Dragon clan. The Dragon clan is also unwilling to see the Jiao clan transform into dragons. Even if they successfully transform one day, they are unwilling to acknowledge it.

In short, it's like enemies meeting, their eyes blazing with hatred.

Yunxi blinked in confusion, then pointed to herself: "Did they come for me?"

A gigantic dragon head descended from the sky, and she raised her dragon bones, the crimson dragon soul faintly appearing.

"They're fighting! They're fighting!"

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect was very excited. He sat cross-legged obediently and couldn't wait to cheer for the Silver Dragon in his heart.

Cheng Jiangui complained, "You're feeding me with ulterior motives."

But in reality, everything has its counter. For this dragon, its greatest nemesis is probably the dragon bone sword in Yun hope's hand.

The silver dragon's attribute is water, while the dragon bone belongs to the fire dragon and is naturally of the fire attribute. Water and fire are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, and the dragon race has a certain degree of restraint over the dragon race.

The Grand Elder of the Medicine King Sect commented, "If Yunxi were at the Nascent Soul stage or above, she could probably defeat a dragon with ease."

Unfortunately, Yunxi is not.

The difference in cultivation level still exists, and the young girl in the late Nascent Soul stage will have some difficulty facing the Silver Dragon.

It must be said that these kids are all quite outstanding in actual combat.

Especially Ye Jin, who showed no fear whatsoever when fighting a Silver Dragon at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect, turning into a sour lemon, sarcastically remarked to Cheng Jiangui, "How did you manage to get a disciple like this?"

Cheng Jiangui found it amusing: "Why didn't you say that when they were making a scene?"

Although the children are noisy, they are all very clever.

Standing atop the silver dragon's head, Qi Jue suddenly had an idea. He pulled the entire small stone monster out of his sea of ​​consciousness and slammed it heavily onto the silver dragon's head.

During this time, he also learned a bit about the stone monster.

Stone monsters are born from the essence of heaven and earth, belong to the earth element, and have many unique skills.

For example...

It can make itself heavier.

The little stone monster was a little afraid of heights, so it nervously clung to Qi Jue's arm, took a deep breath, and made its little belly bulge out.

Yin Jiao felt his head was very heavy; he was probably sick.

Ye Jin stepped on the dragon's back, raised the Yao Guang Sword, and launched an attack on the silver dragon scales that even the Grand Elder of the Medicine King Sect coveted.

Under the unique pink light of the Yao Guang Sword, everything seemed fragile.

The dragon let out a painful roar and twisted itself into a pretzel shape.

Qi Jue commanded the little stone monster: "Become heavier."

It groaned and whimpered as it transformed into a super heavy little stone monster.

The silver dragon's body slowly sank, and it instinctively resisted, using all its strength to rise upwards.

Seeing this, Yunxi's little brain worked up a quick idea, and she stretched out vines toward Qi Jue and the stone monster.

Qi Jue was puzzled, but he did as he was told, patting the stone monster's head: "Make it lighter."

After giving the order, he and the little stone monster grabbed the snake blood vine at the same time and swung on the swing in mid-air.

The silver dragon, caught off guard by the sudden disappearance of the weight on its head, took off like a rocket.

At last.

The silver dragon flew straight into the sky.

The next second, the gaze shifted.

A Shen Tingsong appeared before them.

"???"

Shen Tingsong was also caught off guard, several big question marks above his head: "Sending over some sword cultivator talismans is one thing..."

Shen Tingsong asked, "Isn't sending a snake a bit excessive?"