"You are Leng Ming from the Great Hei Tian Palace?"

Wang Tiezhu frowned slightly and spoke first.

The old man gently stroked the big head of God's confusion, and when he heard someone on the other side speak, he looked up.

"Yes, I am Venerable Leng Ming, who are you?"

Wang Tiezhu raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "Li Tian Sword Sect, Que Yufeng, Wang Tiezhu!"

"Que Yufeng?"

Venerable Leng Ming frowned slightly and began to think with a confused look on his face.

"Apart from those six, when will there be another new disciple in Que Yufeng?"

"It seems that your information has not been updated yet!"

Wang Tiezhu laughed sarcastically, "At the disciple-taking ceremony some time ago, I was accepted by my senior brother Zhou Huaying on behalf of my master, and became the seventh disciple under the master's rank!"

Venerable Leng Ming nodded slightly when he heard this, "So that's it. No wonder he could force the God of Confused to this point. I think it's a bit capable, Zhou Huaying... It's a pity.

If any of your six senior brothers come, I will be a little afraid. As for you, haha, I can only become a stepping stone on my cultivation path!”

"Ha, as the saying goes, you know your destiny at fifty. It depends on your virtue. Why are you eighty or ninety? Why? I didn't expect you to fall here today after fifty years. I dare to attack me, Li Tian Jian Sect!"

"What a clever doll! Today I will educate you on your master!"

After Master Leng Ming said that, his momentum changed.

The originally thin body instantly expanded several times, and his muscles bulged. He kicked his feet, and the blood-colored wide knife drew an arc in the air, and he held it in his hand, and slashed at Wang Tiezhu.

A blood-colored sword shadow suddenly crossed between the sky and the earth, and the huge pressure made everyone present feel scared!

"The extreme yang realm is actually the extreme yang realm!"

Wang Tiezhu's eyes were pounding wildly, and he shouted in his heart that it was not good. He thought that Venerable Leng Ming was at most at the peak of the Yuyang Realm, but he didn't expect it to be the extreme Yang Realm!

Knowing that such an attack was definitely not something he could resist, he immediately turned sideways and flashed to the side, but the blood covered by the shadow of the knife was still scraped, and his whole body fell to the ground in an instant!

"boom!"

With a sound of dust flying, a layered hole suddenly appeared on the ground.

Venerable Leng Ming held a big knife in his hand, and a hideous smile appeared on his kind face.

"I thought the disciples who could be accepted by Zhou Huaying on behalf of his master were so strong, but that's it! It seems that your Li Tian Jian Sect is really worse than the previous generation. We should be the nourishment for me today! Hahahaha!"

After saying that, he looked at the group of Sword Sect disciples on the ground, and when he saw that they were covered by layers of defensive magic arrays, he couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"What is this? Is the turtle shell? The disciples of the dignified Sword Sect will hide in the shell like turtles? Don't you always say that you can eliminate demons and protect the way? Come on, the demons are right in front of you, come out to eliminate demons!"

Listening to Venerable Leng Ming’s provocation, all the disciples in the magic circle looked ugly.

"Damn it! Let me go out and fight him!"

A disciple with a strong spirit stood up in anger, holding the spirit sword in his hand instantly, and then he was about to fly up!

"Stop! You're crazy!"

Zhang Tingruo pulled him back with a serious expression, no longer as elegant as before.

"Senior Brother Zhang! Are we just watching this demon insulting us?!"

"Otherwise? What else can you do except die when you go out?"

"I……"

The disciple was speechless for a while. Seeing that his fellow disciples around him were looking at him, he sighed fiercely and sat down again.

Zhang Tingruo looked around and said in a deep voice: "I know that my junior brothers and sisters are not feeling well, but the strength of ours and demons is too big, so going out to fight is not a wise choice.

He did not choose to attack us, but instead used words to inspire each other, which means that he would not be able to break through our defense for a while. We just need to wait patiently, and the sect will definitely come back to save us!"

However, another disciple said with a sad face: "Senior Brother, we are all trapped here, and the entire central forest is isolated by the magic circle. There are still two days before the competition ends. The sect has not received a signal for help. How can we rescue us?"

Zhang Tingruo's eyes flashed and he said loudly: "Stand there for two days! In two days, the sect will definitely come in to check if no one goes out when they see it!"

"Two days?"

The disciple shook his head, "It's up to us, how can we last for two days?"

"You can do it, you have to do it even if you can! Have you forgotten the significance of the sect organizing this competition? Isn't it just to keep a spirit of progress when facing strong enemies?!"

Hearing this, the disciple's expression changed and he stopped talking.

"Everyone hurry up and replenish spiritual power. Even if the magic array is broken, we will never surrender and be treated as a nourishment for cultivation by the devil!"

When everyone heard this, they nodded, took out the pills silently, and sat in the magic circle to regulate their breathing.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

A burst of applause suddenly sounded in the air. Zhang Tingruo looked up and saw Venerable Leng Ming standing on the hilt of the knife, stroking his palm and smiling.

"What awesome boy, what's your name? Which disciple from which peak?"

Zhang Tingruo was not afraid at all and said loudly: "Qi Yufeng, Zhang Tingruo!"

"Qi Yufeng? It turns out to be a disciple of Gaoxuan? No wonder, your temperament is really similar to your master, and it is upright and firm, and it is annoying."

"Is that so? Thank you for the praise!"

Venerable Leng Ming laughed loudly, held the blood-colored sword in his hand again, and gently stroked the blade with one hand.

"What you said is right. I really cannot break your turtle shell for a while, but don't be too happy too early. Although you have many formations, you can only resist the attacks of the Yuyang realm at the highest level. As long as I break through layer by layer, it can be eliminated in less than half a day!"

Zhang Tingruo smiled coldly and his eyes flashed, "Since that's the case, then you can try it!"

...

On the other side.

"yawn!"

Xu Jianxing woke up from the cave, rubbed his eyes, reached out to pick up a wine pot and shook it.

"No more wine..."

He shook his head, jumped up from the bamboo chair, and moved his body.

"It's almost done to calculate the time. It's time to go out and find a magic cultivator to deal with the job!"

He put the miscellaneous items in the cave into Qiankun bag one by one, and also packed up the leftover fruit skin and animal bones. Finally, he looked at the cave that had been restored to the past, smiled with satisfaction, carried a long sword on his back, and walked out of the cave and headed into the dense forest.

However, after walking for most of the day, he didn't even encounter a demon cultivator, which made him confused.

"No, right? Are all the senior brothers and junior brothers so powerful? Before this is over, I will kill all the demon cultivators? At least one is left for me!"
Chapter completed!