Chapter 1102 Brewing

"Hehe, sword friend Yuanqing!" Ying Zhuofei came over and said with a smile, "This monk named Tu in Quanjinshan is really insidious! He actually came to sneak attack while the sword friend had just consumed his sword yuan! You can't use it Killing is also normal!"

Hearing Yingzhuo mentioning the killing of Tu Hong, Yuan Qing couldn't hold back anymore! To be honest, he really looked down on Tu Hong just now, thinking that he would just play around and show off the might of the Motian Sword Sect in front of many sword cultivators and bird cultivators, which also made the sword cultivator sect who died in the past few days feel a little bit Get angry! But... everything seemed to be beyond his expectations!

"Hey, Yuan, I still underestimate the monks of this Taoist sect!" Yuan Qing had no choice but to admit with a sigh, "They are definitely not as good as sword cultivators like me in terms of fighting alone, but their unpredictable secret techniques and Fa Jue, it is really a headache!"

"That's right!" Ling Yunwu also flew over at this time, and said with a smile, "If it weren't for that, how could there be a disciple of Yu Leizong pretending to be a foundation-establishing cultivator? Will... all the sword cultivators be bluffed? If not, Ling How could it be possible to invite a dozen phantom swordsmen all at once to deal with this Yulei Sect disciple??"

"Hmm..." Yuan Qing felt a little empathetic, and immediately sympathized with Ling Yunwu, and asked again, "Isn't this Golden Core cultivator what Ling Jianyou was looking for?"

"No!" Ling Yunwu shook his head, "This person is dressed in military uniform, and he claims to be a monk of Quanjin Mountain, not a disciple of the Yulei Sect! Moreover, Ling has observed for a long time, and among the disciples of the Dao Sect who appeared earlier, none of them are dressed in Yulei Sect." Lei Zong clothing disciple!"

"How was the injury just now?" Yuan Qing glanced at Ying Zhuo and asked in a low voice.

"The old man asked Gao Kong's disciples to do a little calculation. Just now, Daozong monks made a surprise attack, and we lost about 230 warriors in the sword field!" Yingzhuo also replied in a low voice, "And, Daozong The monks have prepared in advance, this time only the corpses of about 70 monks are left!"

"Hmm!~" Yuan Qing let out a long breath, looked at the deep pit again, and said coldly, "Guzhu Li, what happened to your soil devourer?"

"It's good to teach Senior Yuan to know. We have to wait another hour!" Li Min replied hastily.

"Okay, warriors of the Sword Realm! Continue to spread your anger to the underground monks!" Yuan Qing waved his hand, "This time the Taoist monks will never dare to come out and attack again!"

"Yes!" Jianxiu was already furious when he was attacked by a monk. At this time, he heard Yuan Qing's order and applauded loudly. It rearranged the formation again and then attacked the black hole!

Inside Quanjin Mountain. Tu Hong's face was pale golden, just sitting on the chair to adjust his breath, a layer of yellow brilliance overflowed around him, emitting a faint glow.

Lan Qin watched for a moment.

He went out quietly again!

An hour later, when Lan Qin quietly turned around again, Tu Hong had already returned to his original appearance.

"General~" Lan Qin glanced at the light curtain above the magic weapon and said in a low voice, "The weird spirit insect has been released again, I'll wait..."

"Hold on first!" Tu Hong sighed. He waved his hand and said, "My cultivator Quan Jinshan's strength is too far behind that of a swordsman. Gather your strength first and wait for the final battle!"

"The general wounded that magic sword cultivator, it's already commendable, don't blame yourself!" Lan Qinhui was wrong, and hurriedly comforted him.

"Hehe, Brother Lan!" Tu Hong waved his hands and said with a smile. "Although Yuan Qing's cultivation is at the late stage of Jindan, Tumou really made him suffer just now! Although Tumou gave up the magic weapon and suffered some minor injuries, Yuanqing is definitely more injured than Tumou. It's even heavier! If a swordsman with late-stage golden core strength can be folded into Tu's hands, Tu will be happy even if he dies!"

"Yeah. The little old man was terrified just now!" Lan Qin smiled apologetically without hiding his feelings.

Tu Hong pointed at the light curtain and said, "Not only are my Quanjin Mountain disciples less than the sword cultivators besieged outside, but the high-level disciples are also far behind! Look here, the light curtain can't see The place I arrived at. There are more than a dozen phantom swordsmen standing there! It seems that none of them are inferior to Yuan Qing!!"

"Ah?? Dozens of phantom sword fighters?" Lan Qin was dumbfounded, "How could a sword repairer invest so many phantom swords in my Quanjin Mountain? This is unreasonable!!"

"Hey. Who knows?" Tu Hong didn't have Lan Qin's gaffe, and said coldly, "The more they come, the happier Tu will be!"

"General..." Lan Qin hesitated for a moment, but stopped talking.

"What's the matter?" Tu Hongqi asked, "What else do Brother Lan want to say?"

"The monks of Dao Sect...are complaining again!~" Lan Qin said in a low voice, "If the general hadn't decisively beheaded a disciple of Quanjin Mountain last time, I'm afraid they would come to him again!"

"These damned monks!" Tu Hong gritted his teeth, "They claim to be the orthodox Taoist sect, and they don't pay attention to my Xuntian City! What do they know about dispatching troops? What do they know about truth and falsehood?"

"That's right!" Lan Qin smiled wryly, "They said that I have too few disciples in Quanjin Mountain, and they are all hidden elsewhere, so they let them go out and work hard!"

Hearing this, Tu Hong was not angry but smiled and said: "These Taoist disciples, there are a few people with discerning eyes! Forget it, tell them, let them meditate, after a few days, the sword cultivator The spirit insects devoured the soil layer into the defensive circle, and I will fight for the last battle, if I am not defeated, I will abandon this Quanjin Mountain Lingshi vein!"

"That's not good!" Lan Qin advised in a low voice, "weakening my morale without fighting is not the way to win! Besides, those Taoist monks will flee after hearing this?"

"Hey, I told them to flee, but does Jianxiu agree?" Tu Hong sneered, "If they want to survive, they can only kill the enemy desperately!"

"Yes, the little old man understands!" Lan Qin nodded secretly, turned and left!

Looking at Lan Qin's back, Tu Hong's eyes fell on the light curtain again, frowning tightly, thinking to himself: "Why do dozens of phantom swordsmen suddenly appear? These swordsmen don't seem to be in charge of this place. The Sword Sect, what are they... doing here?"

That's right, Tu Hong couldn't know even if he thought about it, these phantom sword swordsmen actually came for Xiao Hua who was still at the bottom of the spirit stone vein!

"How is it?" It was a few more days, seeing that there was no movement on the captain's token, Xiao Hua had no choice but to come out to take a look. At this time, Cui Hongshen and others had already returned, and Xiao Hua looked at each of them with serious expressions. asked aloud.

"I'm so good to teach Junior Brother Xiao to know!" Zhen Minghui said, "I've looked in all four directions here, and it's really the same as what Junior Brother said, not even a monk, there's nothing at all... Movement!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)