"Senior Brother, I heard that our junior brother Zhiyang was filmed!"
"What kind of movie?"
"It's like a roasted duck, cut open piece by piece. There are holes in the robe, and the smell of meat overflows into the ring."
A group of senior brothers and sisters from the Golden Core stage hurriedly rushed to the fighting arena of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Their little junior brother is an invincible fighter of his own age and the light of the sect.
An Qingli held the Ruyi Red Flame Sword and chased Zhiyang Pi, who was in his early forties.
Zhiyang, on the other hand, was protected by a fire dragon. With his hands on the ground, he quickly spun his body to avoid the threat of the opponent's sword energy again.
With a thought in An Qingli's mind, two flying swords fiercely attacked Zhiyang. Zhiyang bent his waist back, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sword energy came towards his legs again.
Zhiyang almost rolled sideways before he avoided it awkwardly.
The protective fire dragon on his body also became a bit lighter.
"Junior brother, you have to have some respect for your beauty!" Zhiyang's sixth senior brother clenched his fists and shouted, "Bring on your best skills at packing boxes, come on!"
"Senior Brother Zhiyang, come on!"
Many Wanfa Peak disciples also shouted anxiously.
Wanfa Peak is the boss of the five main peaks. If it is defeated by the weakest Spiritual Medicine Peak, that person will really not be able to afford to lose.
An Qingjin, who was also born in Wanfa Peak, was very quiet, with a faint smile on his lips. They were both from the same sect. Which peak won was actually not that important. Compared with the prestige of Wanfa Peak,
Of course he would rather An Qingli win.
What's more, how can Zhiyang and Qingli each represent a peak? These people think too much. In terms of combat strength, Wanfa Peak will definitely be crushed against the elixir peak, which is afraid of death.
"Qingli, come on!"
An Qingjin raised his fist and silently encouraged An Qingli.
"The smile on my face faded."
Sui Zhen sent a message to An Qingjin. All the people in Wanfa Peak looked bad, but An Qingjin was the only one who laughed so hard that his eyes were open.
An Qingjin smiled proudly, put away his fists, folded his arms, and watched the battle proudly.
"Come on, Junior Sister An!"
"Come on, Senior Sister An!"
"Come on, Master An!"
Several other peaks were generous in helping An Qingli. Wanfa Peak was usually arrogant and needed to be dealt with.
The fight was even more intense on stage.
Zhiyang was forced to have no choice but to clasp his hands in front of him and sacrifice his own magic weapon, the bronze Lihuo Bell.
However, being forced by An Qingli, who was in his early twenties, to reveal his magic weapon, Zhi Yang already felt that he had lost.
Li Huo Zhong spun in the air, and five huge fire dragons attacked An Qingli again.
An Qingli swung his sword and slashed hard, and most of the sword energy was swallowed up by the fire dragon. The fire dragon's light dimmed, but its shape did not disappear, and it still pounced on An Qingli with its remaining power.
There was a "boom" sound, coming too fast.
An Qingli ducked sideways, but not completely. The people in the audience saw that half of An Qingli's body was about to be set on fire, but a red lotus bone umbrella suddenly shot out, blocking the fire.
The red lotus bone umbrella kept spinning.
An Qingli's appearance is already excellent, but when paired with the red lotus bone umbrella, she looks even more stunning.
"What a beautiful Master An!" A Qi practitioner disciple looked at him straight-eyed.
"As expected of a master's disciple!" Someone else was sighing, "There are only two magic weapons in hand."
Unfortunately, many people present have never even touched the magic weapon.
"Junior Sister An." Zhiyang used the Lihuo Bell to protect her body and stayed away, her face a little pale, "I lost this battle."
An Qingli didn't have much fun in the fight. Zhiyang didn't use her full strength at the beginning and waited until she was behind to use her natal magic weapon. However, even after using her natal magic weapon, he didn't hesitate to fight. He forced her back and stayed away from her.
How should I put it? It seemed that the other party was always giving in. To others, it looked like the other party was always showing mercy, while she, An Qingli, was pressing harder and harder.
It's really not exciting.
It's more refreshing to go out and practice, to fight with real swords and guns.
"Since you've lost, don't bother anymore." An Qingli said, "I don't look down on those who are weaker than me."
Zhiyang raised his hand and said, "Then I can come back after I improve my strength?"
The little Thunder Winged Tiger came out of the spirit beast bag: "If you want to take advantage of my master, you have to get through me first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he fluttered his wings and rushed towards Zhiyang. Thunder and lightning crackled, and Zhiyang, who was protected by Lihuo Bell, did not dare to come out of the shield.
"Huh, you're too weak!" Xiao Huzi snorted proudly.
In their group of Thunder Winged Tigers, whether a male is attracted to a female or a female is attracted to a male, they have to fight in public, and only the winner in the end can get what they want.
In other words, according to the rules of their species, Zhiyang has to defeat all competitors before he can finally embrace the beauty.
Obviously, this human monk in the middle stage of foundation building is not qualified at all.
"There's still the Grandmaster level!" The little Lei Yihu flew back to An Qingli, and with An Qingli's instructions, he hummed a warning again, "If we get close to each other again, the Grandmaster will personally come on stage and slap him three times, and then we can have a good talk.
"If you want to abduct someone's apprentice, have you asked their master? You are being smart."
Upon hearing what Lei Yihu said, some Jindan monks who were about to make a move also stopped thinking.
Regarding the Grandmaster's willful temper, if he slaps someone, it is a real slap, and you are absolutely not polite.
"Lei Yihu is telling the truth. I have to ask my tutor to show my kindness. I will only consider it after my tutor agrees."
An Qingli turned over and sat on the tiger's back, and left proudly.
The rotten peach blossoms have been dealt with, and the people the An family wanted to see have been met. They will make arrangements for the Grand Master Peak later, and then leave the sect to continue to accumulate merit.
The remaining acupoints have been open for too long and have not had time to pour in spiritual power, so they are already closing.
"This little junior sister is so crazy!"
A large group of people looked at An Qingli's back. The flower looked kind and kind, but it was hard to pick it up.
"Hehe." An Qingjin said with a smile, "If I had a grandmaster as my master, I would be crazier than her!"
"Yes, what kind of madness is this!" Someone echoed, "If you are really mad, you and your master will be slapped together, believe it or not."
"Believe it, believe it, how can you not believe it!"
Another group of people nodded again and again, and the grandmaster could force the master of the Tribulation to swear a poisonous oath in public. There is nothing else that the grandmaster would not dare to do.
"It's gone, it's all gone." The sea of clouds in the sky has darkened, and it's going to be night soon. "The meaning of Junior Sister Qingli's words is already very clear. Don't think about love and love for the time being. If you have intentions, please accept them. Don't do anything.
To disturb other people’s practice.”
Many people left dejectedly.
An Qingli rode the little Thunder Winged Tiger back to Grandmaster Peak, and happened to bump into a Tribulation Master who was asking for elixirs, and swore with a grimace.
The swearing was hesitant and fitful.
This tribulation master has lived for five to six thousand years, and his children have gone before him. He is not afraid of the oath that his children will die in misfortune, nor is he afraid of his own misfortune. Anyway, during the years he has lived, he will die regardless of age or misfortune.
But if you add one more thing, it will be very frustrating if you take the pill and raise a big white pig in the next life.
As a monk who transcends tribulations, of course he knows that people have an afterlife, and once this oath is made, it must be fulfilled.