"Don't you think your ideas are becoming more and more abstract?" He calmly touched his face and suddenly felt less anxious.

Twisting up like a snake?

Can a riding horse still be a human being?

Duan Hengdao pursed his lips: "Then Mu Chongxi can still jump up like a jerboa."

He was all dumbfounded.

Fang Zhiyao quickly took out a magic weapon from the mustard bag that could be used to climb up the cliff. He patted Duan Hengdao's face coldly: "Use this to go up and give it a try."

The competition between teams is not much different from that in the secret realm. It is nothing more than the eight immortals crossing the sea to show off their magical powers.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, at least both parties got the spiritual plants they wanted.

…

After each of them distributed the spiritual plants evenly, they continued in the direction of the spiritual veins. The closer they got to the spiritual veins, the more frequently they exchanged glances or communicated with each other. Each one would seize the larger spiritual veins first.

Ye Qiao was communicating with several teammates.

"I'm going to stop Qin Huai and the three of them. With the majority fighting the minority, you take the opportunity to surround a few members of the Bishui Sect and the Chengfeng Sect, while Senior Brother goes to divine the spiritual veins."

Zhou Xingyun is the fastest, so let him take the insurance.

"What about opening a domain?" Mingxuan still felt it was a bit difficult: "Let the junior sister throw them all out. The spiritual veins will be ours first."

Once the field is opened, the robbery ends.

"No." Song Hansheng was the first to deny: "It was too noisy."

Ye Qiao rarely agreed: "Besides, this is Penglai, not a place for us to dance."

If you get too high, Penglai will have to settle the accounts in the future. You may have to lose money in the end, which is not cost-effective.

There is only one option before you now.

Fight to determine the outcome and resolve quickly.

After they assigned the work to each other, the Chengfeng Sect and the Bishui Sect had almost completed their premeditated plan. After reaching the periphery of the spiritual veins, the surge of spiritual energy became more and more obvious.

The moment they entered the perimeter, people on both sides quickly dispersed.

Duan Hengdao threw a dart at Ye Qiao without any warning. The pure black magic weapon was filled with coolness. It would also chase people. Ye Qiao also drew his sword at this moment. In an instant, the original magic weapon fell to the ground as if it were still.

On the ground.

Duan Hengdao continued to throw the magic weapon without hesitation. His senior brother had said that his purpose this time was to hold Ye Qiao back.

Ye Qiao didn't expect that she would be assigned a direct descendant in the end, and how much she looked down on her.

Duan Hengdao's magical weapon was difficult to capture, but under the pressure of his absolute realm, within a moment, he could easily get close to Duan Hengdao and catch the person.

The moment she approached, Duan Hengdao's heart suddenly pounded, and he decisively crushed the magic weapon to change its position. After avoiding it, his face turned pale, "What's going on with you?"

None of the magic weapons he threw lasted ten seconds in her hand.

The longest one was more than thirty seconds.

Duan Hengdao was referring to her weird speed and the way she quickly suppressed her magical weapons. He felt a little weird. In the past, Ye Qiao had to spend a lot of effort to deal with these magical weapons.

This time it was too fast.

Ye Qiao: "Me?"

"I don't mean any harm." She waved her hand, "I'm not specifically looking for a fight with you."

"But it's impossible to give up the spiritual veins."

The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the spiritual stone cannot be thrown away.

This is their last stubbornness as poor people.

Ye Qiao had no time to talk to Duan Hengdao and waved to Mu Chongxi, "Leave it to you." After saying that, he quickly chased Qin Huai's direction.

Qin Huai and Zhou Xingyun both have wind spirit roots and are extremely fast.

Qin Huai knew Duan Hengdao couldn't stop her, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. With the endless methods of weapon cultivators, it was no problem to trip her up for a while. However, he came out so quickly.

He looked at Ye Qiao coldly.

"You want to fight me?"

The two have never officially fought against each other.

"No." To be precise, Ye Qiao was preparing to fight the three of them.

Ye Qiaoqian stood there without any intention of drawing his sword, and Qin Huai had no impulse. The two of them faced off for a while, and soon waited until Fang Zhiyao and Ji Yuan arrived one after another.

"Why did she come out so quickly?" Fang Zhiyao was slightly startled and subconsciously clenched the magic weapon in his hand.

Qin Huai also felt like he had seen a ghost.

Ye Qiao was leading the fight here, and several other descendants were also fighting.

Mu Chongxi fought with Duan Hengdao without showing any mercy. She slammed her knee into Duan Hengdao's abdomen and sent him flying away.

"Damn it, Mu Chongxi, you..." He swallowed back the curse words he blurted out, and his whole body flew upside down and was suppressed on the ground.

Duan Hengdao almost vomited blood, "Where is our affection?" He thought he had a good relationship with Mu Chongxi and Ye Qiao, and Ye Qiao's demon binding rope was given by him.

Mu Zhongxi shook her fist and curled her lips: "Stop talking. Otherwise, I will continue to beat you."

Duan Hengdao was a bad guy with bad intentions. He was secretly rubbed by Duan Hengdao just now, and the rope tightened without warning to tie his legs in place, so he didn't arrive immediately.

Mu Shabaitian finally became angry after realizing it, and kicked Duan Hengdao regardless.

The plastic brotherhood is shattered at this moment.

He was kicked to the ground and several of Heng Dao's ribs were broken. He stretched out his free hand, found a magic weapon from the mustard bag, and covered it with lightning speed to trap the person.

There is not much difference between their realms, and it would take some time for Mu Zhongxi to break the magic weapon he refined.

As long as there are enough magic weapons, the weapon cultivator can even contain multiple people with one person.

Afraid that Mu Chongxi, a violent maniac, could really break his magic weapon with one punch, Duan Hengdao quickly used his fingertips to strengthen several sets of magic weapons, which would inevitably make him pierce through the prison.

…

Xue Yu on the other side faced off against an alchemy cultivator, one he was relatively familiar with.

Liu Yun is an alchemy cultivator who has worked with me in the secret realm before.

Both of them are alchemy cultivators, so it stands to reason that even a fight would be relatively harmonious, but he forgot one thing. The Bishui Sect cooperated with the Weapon Cultivator Sect. They were influenced by the Chengfeng Sect and had magical weapons on their bodies.

Xue Yun was careless and was tied up by Liu Yun with the help of magical weapons without dodge.

"Liu Yun, come here, how about I tell you a secret?" Xue Yu moved his wrist, but he couldn't move at all. He smiled so innocently that the corners of his lips curved, gesturing for him to come over.

Liu Yun clenched the magic weapon in her hand suspiciously and said coldly, "I won't be fooled."

secret?

What kind words can come out of Changmingzong's mouth?

"What are you afraid of? Look at me tied up like this, what else can I do to you?" Xue Yu had an elegant and clean face, shrugged innocently, lowered her head, and said in a serious tone: "I just want to tell you.

Just gossip. Anyway, idle time is idle."

Liu Yun tied his hands in advance and took Xue Yu's mustard seed bag away just to be on the safe side. Xue Yun was almost tied into a rice dumpling and couldn't really do anything.

"Do you think I would be curious?" After Liu Yun finished speaking, he turned around and walked over, "What kind of gossip is this?"

The moment he approached, Xue Yu suddenly raised his head and bumped into him, hitting him with an iron head strike that made his head buzz.

In the past few months, the dragon clan's physical training was given by the wicked Xie Chuxue, and he, an alchemy cultivator, was forced to join the training.

Such high-pressure training can indeed improve physical skills and the body's ability to withstand beatings. An attack on the forehead may not hurt a sword cultivator, but it will undoubtedly be a severe blow to an alchemy cultivator.

While Liu Yun was holding his forehead in pain, Xue Yu saw the opportunity and kicked him down with another backflip, exclaiming, "Chengfeng Sect is rich."

Xue Yu's hatred of rich people reached its peak at this moment.

If he hadn't been caught off guard by the magic weapon, he wouldn't have ended up being tied up.

Xue Yu's tone of voice confirmed the saying that jealousy can make people change beyond recognition.

Liu Yun: "..."

Helpless and angry.

He suddenly sat up straight, and punched the opponent with a fist, simmering with anger, and hit the opponent's nose. Although he couldn't compete with the sword, he still had no problem beating Xue Yu. Both of them were weak chickens.

Xue Yu turned his head and kicked him down in the same way.

The fight between Dan Xiu and Dan Xiu.

Real physics fight.

High-end team battles don't even require any weapons, and physical damage is directly carried out. You punch me and kick me.

Only during the battle can the necessity of physical training be realized.

It is well known to alchemy cultivators that they are weak and unable to take care of themselves. This profession is nothing without weapons. It only competes with physical skills.
To be continued...