At this moment, a series of gazes were cast on him, two of which gave Xu Qi'an a feeling of thorns in his back.

Deep in the temple, the gaze from the third-grade Vajra was full of scrutiny. And the gaze from Irbu was cold and cold.

People in the arena silently distanced themselves, lest this mysterious master be "punished" by a third-grade spiritual wisdom master or a Dharma Protector, and endanger themselves by getting too close.

They were dissatisfied with the Linghui Master of the Witch God Sect for slandering Xu Yinluo, but they only dared to whisper and protest weakly. The behavior of the man in Tsinghua who jumped out to ridicule was no different from committing suicide.

Liu Yun from the Double Sword Sect stood up with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She was very happy that someone could come forward, but she couldn't help but worry about this plain-looking man in green robe.

This person has cunning methods, tyrannical cultivation, and dares to face a third-grade master. Normally, she would have invited him to drink. Now she just wants him to evacuate quickly.

Thinking in her mind, Liu Yun, who was attentive, noticed that the companions around the man in Tsing Yi showed no signs of panic or panic, and had calm faces. One of them, a mediocre-looking man, had bright eyes, and he was even looking forward to the next conflict?

Yuan Yi and other fourth-grade masters looked deeply at the man in Tsing Yi, and at the same time paid attention to the actions of the two third-grades, trying to judge the true attitudes of the two third-grades through what happened to the man in Tsing Yi.

If something unexpected happens to the man in Tsing Yi, they will decisively give up the treasure in the pagoda and leave Sanhua Temple.

"Amitabha."

Instead, it was Monk Jingxin who spoke first and whispered:

"Senior Brother Yinshun's body has not yet been cured of the poison. Only he can cure this poison. Please be merciful, Master Di."

When King Kong didn't speak, Irbu said calmly:

"Don't worry, Monk Jingxin, the wizard's blood spirit technique can also detoxify him."

Monk Jingxin clasped his hands together and stopped talking.

Speaking of which, it seems that the man in green has been sentenced to death.

"Senior, are you sure you can kill him?"

Li Lingsu said slightly excitedly.

He was very interested in Xu Qian's identity, and so far he had not figured out the origins of the other party. Although this bad old man was proficient in voodoo, Li Lingsu did not think that voodoo was the other party's major system.

I'm just a parallel importer... Xu Qian silently complained in his heart, and in front of everyone, he took out the conch, brought it to his mouth, and muttered for a while.

What is he doing?

Seeing this scene, Li Lingsu, the people from Leizhou around him, and the Buddhist monks in the distance had confusion in their eyes.

But soon, they understood.

"Look, what is that?"

A warrior monk pointed to the sky and screamed.

Including Xu Qian, Li Lingsu, Shuangdaomen, Leizhou Chamber of Commerce, Commander Yuan Yi, General Li Shaoyun and others all turned their heads and looked at the sky behind them.

A pitch-black steel fort made of black iron hangs in the air.

It is twelve feet long and three feet high. Fifteen heavy artillery are lined up in a row. Thick metal tubes protrude from the fort. A crossbow is placed on the edge of the fort.

On the surface of the steel turret, dense and complex array patterns light up, engraved with thirty large arrays, including but not limited to defensive arrays, teleportation arrays, floating arrays, spirit gathering arrays...

In the center of the fort, stood a man with mediocre features, holding a piece of writing in his left hand:

Let everyone enter the pagoda!

The right hand is holding a piece of writing:

Otherwise, Sanhua Temple will be razed to the ground!

"Yes, a warlock?"

"This, what kind of monster is this?"

Someone murmured.

As a person in the martial arts world, he has rich experience, but his vision is limited. In addition, there are few warlocks, and they are almost extinct in the martial arts in the past. Therefore, the heroes of Leizhou can hardly see the cool tricks of the warlocks.

In their eyes, this floating steel fort is simply incredible, and its style of painting is incompatible with the current era.

Dongfang Wanrong was dumbfounded. She herself controlled a magical weapon called "Wind Controlling Boat". That magical weapon only had wind control formations and defensive formations, and was used as a large flying magic weapon.

In this way, Yufengzhou is enough to be listed as one of the twelve magic weapons of the Witch God Sect.

As for the floating fort that appeared in front of us, Yufengzhou was obviously not on the same level as it.

In some respects, the Warlock system is really abnormal.

However, according to Dongfang Wanrong's judgment, similar magical weapons are extremely expensive to refine and cannot be mass-produced. Otherwise, Dafeng would have unified Kyushu long ago.

"Sun Xuanji!"

Deep in the temple, the thunderous voice of the Dharma Protector Vajra could be heard.

Sun Xuanji said calmly: "Yeah!"

While speaking, he raised the words in his hand to show that he was not joking.

With the firepower from the fort, in a few rounds, Sanhua Temple will be razed to the ground. The Dharma Protector Vajra is not afraid of these firepower output, but it is absolutely difficult to save the monks in the temple and this centuries-old temple.

Yuan Yi's brows jumped and he said in surprise: "Your Excellency, you are the second disciple of Jianzheng and the third-level warlock Sun Xuanji?"

With his noble status as the commander of the Leizhou capital, he naturally knew about Sun Xuanji.

The commander-in-chief of the capital is the person with the most real power in a state. There are only thirteen such people in Dafeng, the real frontier officials.

"Um!"

Sun Xuanji nodded.

Everyone below was in an uproar. Based on the iconic white clothes, they vaguely guessed the person's identity as a warlock, but they didn't expect that he was actually the second disciple of Jian Zheng, a third-level warlock.

This is a warlock who cherishes his words as much as gold, and he exudes the demeanor of a master in every aspect.

And such a person is suspected to be summoned by the Tsing Yi master.

For a moment, everyone looked at Xu Qian with a bit more speculation and curiosity.

What is the identity of this person?

He blew the conch just now, and then the white-clothed warlock appeared... Liu Yun pursed her lips, and her eyes kept rolling around the man in green.

Li Lingsu's eyes widened, and he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment, shock, or both.

He was able to summon Sun Xuanji so easily, proving that what he said about the game with Jian Zheng that day was true and not a lie... The reason why he summoned Sun Xuanji was because he felt that King Kong and Master Linghui were not worthy of him

Take action?......

The Holy Son of Tianzong secretly guessed.

"Can!"

After a moment of silence, King Kong deep in the temple said.

Seeing this, Xu Qian felt relieved.

Sun Xuanji's threat with a cannon was a countermeasure that had been discussed long ago, and he was responsible for supporting it from outside. But if only Xu Qi'an entered the Pagoda on his own, it would be eye-catching.

After entering the tower, it was easy to be targeted by masters from the Wushen Sect and Buddhism, so he came up with a plan to spread the news and attract heroes from the world.

He hides among a group of ordinary people and keeps a low profile. Even if he is targeted for his actions just now, people in the world can act as helpers and will not be alone.

Seeing the Buddhist King Kong's compromise, the heroes of Leizhou beamed with joy, straightened their waists instantly, and the atmosphere of depression and decadence was swept away.

"Antidote!"

Monk Jingxin looked at Xu Qian.

Xu Qian chuckled and said, "Throw him over."

Monk Jingxin put his palm on the back of the middle-aged monk and brought him lightly to Xu Qian.

The latter stretched out his finger and touched the middle-aged monk's nose. Wisps of blue-black mist surged out and were snatched back by his fingers.

As the poisonous gas was removed, the middle-aged monk's darkened face gradually returned to normal color, but he was still unconscious.

"He will wake up after an hour. Then he will recover after a few days of rest."

Xu Qian threw him back.

Monk Jingxin reached out to take over the middle-aged monk, clasped his hands together, and then led the monks from Sanhua Temple back into the temple.

General Li Shaoyun, carrying a spear, said excitedly:

"Master Yuan, let's go in."

Take a step forward and enter the temple first.

Everyone followed closely behind.

After passing through the main halls, the three parties quickly arrived at their destination. Deep in the temple, a huge pagoda stood.

With white walls and black tiles, at first glance, it doesn’t look like a magic weapon at all, but more like a normal pagoda.

The only weird thing is that it is a hundred meters high, but the tower has only three windows, symbolizing three floors.

In addition, the tower door is dark gold, as if it were made of gold. There is no door knocker, no keyhole, and it is tightly closed.

The three parties gathered outside the pagoda. In the silent confrontation, the local heroes of Leizhou frequently raised their heads to look at the sky, silently counting in their hearts the time when the pagoda would open in previous years.
To be continued...