The appearance of the old man surnamed Ding made everyone present slightly startled, but no one stopped him. This was because the old man had the symbol of the Quefu tribe on his body.
Everyone had already seen the female cultivator who was in a coma, but they didn't know who the female cultivator was. When they heard the old man exclaiming like this, they naturally understood the female cultivator's identity. She should be a junior in the old man's clan, and she was here to blackmail her.
Songcheng participated in the test.
Seeing the old man surnamed Ding appear in front of him, Qin Fengming felt relieved. Without stopping him, he asked Fang Liang to send the female cultivator to the old man.
Seeing the female cultivator lying on her back, he slowly flew in front of him. The old man surnamed Ding looked nervous and hurriedly reached out to take the female cultivator into his hands.
Looking down at the female nun, the old man's expression changed again.
"Senior Qin, how did Ziruo become like this?" the old man said again, looking up at Qin Fengming, his expression showing anxiety.
"Qin doesn't know what happened to Miss Ding. However, the meridians in her body are very strange, and she may be in danger of death. Fellow Daoist Ding, it would be better for you to find a holy hand from your clan to treat her." Qin Fengming was so relieved that he was not worried about the powerful enemy.
Huan Si, but there is something strange.
Hearing the words of the old man named Ding, he also spoke calmly.
Although he didn't know what happened to Ding Ziruo, the old man named Ding knew in his heart that the young monk in front of him did not lie to him, and the appearance of his junior at the moment was not caused by the young monk in front of him.
"Brother Ding, get out of here quickly." Before the old man surnamed Ding could say anything else, an acquaintance immediately reminded him.
Although the old man surnamed Ding felt a little reluctant to give up, he was only an aggregation monk and naturally could not influence the decision of the spiritual monks in his clan. He glanced at Qin Fengming and reluctantly hugged the female cultivator and retreated away with difficulty.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, if you don't give me, the Quefu Clan, an explanation today, you will never want to leave Black Pine City. Even if you offend the Linghan Merchant Alliance, we, the Quefu Clan, will demand this explanation today. If you don't want to perish here, Jin advises
Fellow Taoist, you'd better tell me what you did to the Tongtian Pillar and compensate me, the Quefu Clan."
Jin Shaotian looked gloomy, stared at Qin Fengming, and said in a deep voice.
He was quite wary of Qin Fengming and knew that the other party was not easy to take easily. Although he did not think that Qin Fengming could escape and ascend to heaven under the siege of so many Quefu monks, he did not think that the other party would not be able to resist.
At this time, he was still able to feel confident, which made him always feel uneasy in his heart.
Someone had previously said that there was a thick prehistoric aura in Black Pine City, which shocked Jin Shaotian's heart.
Of course Jin Shaotian knew what the prehistoric aura represented.
Back in the ruins of Jiyang Palace, he had felt some prehistoric atmosphere permeating the air. But at that time, the three of them encountered trouble and were imprisoned by terrifying restrictions, so they could not go forward to watch.
Now, the prehistoric aura appeared again in Black Pine City, which suddenly connected him with the young man in front of him.
Mihuang Xuanbao exists, and it can protect a realm. Its power is so powerful that even the spiritual monks can resist it.
But he didn't believe that Qin Fengming could control a real Mihuang Xuanbao.
Treasures of that level cannot be controlled by mere spiritual cultivators. It is hard to say whether even a mysterious being can drive a mysterious treasure into existence.
Therefore, this also made him highly doubtful that Qin Fengming had a mysterious treasure.
However, since everyone in Black Pine City was swept away by the prehistoric aura and fainted, as a monk in Black Pine City, he naturally wanted to verify this matter.
If this Tongtian Pillar really contains ancient things, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Quefu Clan.
"What? Do fellow Taoist Jin really intend to rely on the large number of people to make me and the other three submit?" Looking at the Jin brothers and sisters, Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a terrifying and ferocious aura spewed out, a compelling force.
The terrifying anger in his heart suddenly spread to the surroundings.
The aura was so overwhelming that all the cultivators present could not help but tremble in their hearts.
"Hmph, how can it be possible for three mere cultivators to rebel against the will of God? We, the Quefu Clan, will see how capable the three of you are and how capable we are of escaping from Black Pine City." The old woman had lost her patience at this moment.
He waved his palm out, ready to take action immediately.
This old woman did not participate in intercepting Qin Fengming, so she naturally did not see Qin Fengming and Fang Liang take action.
Although she had heard some from other monks, she did not think that the two of them could handle it calmly when hundreds of monks gathered together to form a combined attack formation in Black Pine City.
"Qin has always been someone who doesn't offend me, and I won't offend anyone. Now Qin is standing here. If anyone dares to attack Qin today, ten monks from your Quefu tribe will be killed on the spot. If you don't believe it, you
You can give it a try." Qin Fengming's eyes showed a rare coldness, and the words in his mouth were even more bone-chilling. He looked at the people around him and shouted decisively.
His words were sonorous and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.
"Hmph, you are not ashamed of your words. A person who is just in the middle stage of theosophy dares to say such arrogant words in front of a magic formation composed of several theosophy monks and hundreds of aggregation monks like us. He really thinks that we, the Quefu Clan, are easy to bully.
No? Su wants to see what means you have to dare to say such big words."
As soon as Qin Fengming finished speaking, a late-stage spiritual cultivator who came with the old woman immediately turned cold, and flew out with a gloomy look on his face, and faced Qin Fengming directly.
Before the others could say anything else, they raised their hands, and suddenly a black mist suddenly appeared, turning into a hurricane and sweeping towards Qin Fengming.
The hurricane roared, and the terrifying wind roar was immediately transmitted.
Qin Fengming only felt a very sharp aura suddenly sweeping in along with the black mist. In the flash of blue light in his eyes, densely packed, countless inches long, sharp black flying needles were displayed in the sweeping black mist.
Within the mist.
Each flying needle is dark and shiny, with a layer of fine black fluorescence shining on it.
Without touching it, Qin Fengming already knew that those flying needles contained terrifying poison.
"Okay, this counts as one blow."
Qin Fengming watched the mist sweep in, without showing any panic in his eyes. He spoke cold words in his mouth, and a thick mist spewed out from his body.
The mist was so thick that it instantly filled the area dozens of feet in front of him.
Under the stench that filled the air, the thick dark mist immediately merged with the mist containing countless flying needles.
Without making any sound, the wind howled and the hurricane-like black mist immediately submerged into the thick mist. It was as if the thick mist opened a huge mouth on its own and swallowed up the black mist directly.
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"Ten Quefu tribe monks, explode!" At the moment when the black mist was swallowed up by the mist, a calm word came out of Qin Fengming's mouth.
