One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

Boom!

Two blinding streaks of light shot out from the muzzle of the gun on the right arm of the black tube, instantly tearing through the night!

Long-range sniping was never his strongest tactic.

His real purpose was to estimate the strength of the protective magic artifact on Ma Xianhong's body!

result……

Before the two streaks of light could even touch Ma Xianhong's body, the mechanical beast with flapping wings above his head suddenly opened its mouth and inhaled sharply!

call out--!

In the blink of an eye, the two streaks of light were swallowed directly into its belly!

The next second, the "Empty Cry" lion on the other end opened its head wide and spewed out another violent shockwave, heading straight for the black tube!

"Damn it...this bastard's using us like power banks!"

He cursed angrily and leaped to dodge.

While he was in mid-air, he suddenly caught sight of Ma Xianhong raising that small bell that could momentarily distract someone...

"Cover your ears!!!"

Ring ring—!

Several people hurriedly covered their ears.

The feeling that my head had been hit hard with a sledgehammer had lessened considerably, but it was still there!

"No...we need to break his control first!"

The clarinet wobbled to the ground, and I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel the heavy dizziness in my mind:

"Everyone, focus fire! Smash that damn bell of his first!"

clang--!

Before the clarinet could finish speaking, Feng Baobao slashed out with her knife again!

As her black hair danced in the wind, the dagger, as thin as a cicada's wing, slashed through the air with a sharp hiss.

The three-inch blade drew a dazzling blue arc in mid-air, striking the Soul-Shaking Bell with perfect precision!

A yellowish-brown light curtain suddenly lit up, completely enveloping Ma Xianhong's entire body.

At the same time, Xiao Zizai unleashed a massive palm strike from a distance—

【Great Merciful Hands! 】

Before the violent palm force could even touch Ma Xianhong, it was shattered by a bald middle-aged man's palm!

"Master!"

"Master, we've arrived!!!"

One after another, figures stepped through the air!

"Master, I'm here to help you!"

Hu Delu smoothed his messy bangs, his beer belly jiggling slightly, and assumed a Tai Chi starting stance.

Chou Ren drew his gilded ruyi from his waist in mid-air, showering down a dazzling golden light!

Snap!

The temporary workers scrambled to avoid them.

His strike had slashed the ground, leaving a ten-meter-long scorched trench!

[Heavenly Dipper Sky-Splitting Palm!]

Jin Yong stepped forward, his movements as elusive as a ghost as he approached the black tube.

His eyes were filled with rage, eager to avenge the brutal beating he had suffered during the day!

boom--!

He thrust his right palm horizontally, with the force of wind and thunder, and slammed it hard onto the back of the clarinet!

However...

A layer of earthy yellow light appeared without warning, completely blocking the violent palm force!

"A... a magical artifact?!" Jin Yong exclaimed in shock.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there was a red rope hanging from the black tube's waist, with several bronze coins tied to it...

"Isn't this Zhao Guizhen's magic weapon?!" Jin Yong exclaimed in surprise.

"Get lost!"

Hei Guan sneered and delivered a powerful kick to Jin Yong's chest and abdomen, sending him flying several meters away!

In the blink of an eye.

Ma Xianhong was surrounded by people.

Surrounded by ghost-like "shields" Liu Wu Kui, Fu Rong with her short ponytail, Qiu Rang, Haricha Gai, Hu Delu...

In the blink of an eye, the balance of power shifted!

"Where did Zihuan go...?"

Ma Xianhong looked at everyone and asked with a livid face.

"I don't know..." Haricha said in a muffled voice, "He went out to buy things this morning and never came back..."

"you……"

Fu Rong raised her short knife, the tip pointing directly at Hei Guan and the others, her face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water!

"How did the magical artifacts that Brother Jing collected end up in your hands... What did you do to him?!"

He twitched the corner of his mouth, his stomach full of complaints but he didn't know where to vent them!

Feelings about the magical artifacts on our side...

Were they all 'collected' from Biyou Village?

So, whose side is Zhou Yan on?

"Uh... guess?"

"Go to hell!" Fu Rong roared in fury!

With a stomp of his foot, he shot out like lightning.

The blade flashed, carrying a sharp sword aura, and slashed straight at the black tube's face!

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Outside, ping-pong balls were being played non-stop, and various colored Qi lights illuminated the Xiu Shen Tang hall, making it sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Zhang Chulan lay prone on the ground, taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the chaotic battle outside, and slowly moved inch by inch to the door...

He didn't even get up; he simply used his foot to quietly close the door...

*Clang!*

The sound of the door closing was quickly drowned out by the sounds of fighting.

As the broken wooden door closed, he let out a long breath and got up to stretch his arms and legs.

Turn around and look at the several magnificent golden "iron balls" in front of him.

"This...is this the Body Refinement Furnace?"

Zhang Chulan touched his chin.

His gaze swept across the room.

In the corner by the wall, there stood a large iron hammer.

He leaned over, grabbed it, and weighed it in his hand.

"He truly is my good nephew, so considerate!"

Zhang Chulan grinned, "In the end, it still depends on me, the sixty-sixth generation Celestial Master, to shoulder everything alone..."

Click, click, click, click...

Just as Zhang Chulan raised the hammer, a series of dense grinding sounds from mechanical parts suddenly rang out in the empty Cultivation Hall.

A chilling scene unfolded...

One by one, the women with double buns and bright red faces, dressed like "Ru Hua," walked out slowly from behind the body-cultivating furnace with stiff steps!

There were at least ten of them, densely packed together!

Zhang Chulan's hand, holding the hammer, froze in mid-air, his lips twitching wildly.

"No...isn't it a bit much to be so enthusiastic?"

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The aftershocks of the fierce fight at the Cultivation Hall could still be clearly heard under the big tree where Zhou Yan and the others were.

"That's intense..."

Zhuge Qing leaned against a tree trunk, turned the "Listen to the Wind" music up to the maximum, and frantically listened to the sounds coming from the mountaintop.

Zhang Lingyu glanced at Chen Duo beside her:

"You...aren't you going to help?"

【Unbelievable!】

Chen Duo's fair face was reflected in the ever-changing colors of the match-3 game screen.

Without even looking up, she said calmly, "The sect leader never asked me for help..."

Ah! He's dead... It's all your fault!

Chen Duo turned her head angrily and glared at Zhang Lingyu.

"Fighting is inevitable... as long as they don't cause any trouble, let them be."

Zhou Yan leaned against the tree and yawned nonchalantly.

A temporary worker, a tool specifically for the company to perform dirty and shady jobs.

If you can't even smash a stove, that would be too embarrassing.

As he was talking, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Zhou Yan gently pulled his hand out of the knot with remarkable ease and took out his phone.

This scene made Zhang Lingyu's eyelids twitch...

Senior brother isn't even going to act anymore!

Zhou Yan squinted at it.

The sender's name was...

[Temporary workers in Northeast China?]

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow and opened WeChat.

Hi~ Brother Zhou! (*^▽^*)

Sorry, I added you on WeChat without permission. You can call me "Northeast," or Erzhuang, it's fine too... (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧