Xuan Ye had now blended into the crowd and was fighting with the long-haired baboon.
These baboons were in the late stages of transformation and could no longer be seen by him. On the contrary, the baboon king had the cultivation of the early stage of Hunling, and his pair of iron fists were astonishingly powerful, no worse than Xuan Ye's Wandering Spirit Art.
Although their cultivation levels are the same, the monsters' physiques are naturally superior to those of humans. They are either rough-skinned and thick-bodied, or they have unique talents, such as Yunlu's opposite horns.
This baboon king is several times larger than the same species in terms of size alone. His long black hair is smooth and shiny, and he can easily block the strokes.
But Mo Lan and another member of the Biyun Sect are geniuses of the Gan Sect and naturally have many methods.
After fighting for less than a while, he used several combat techniques, and the battle with the baboon king was inextricable.
They are not like Xuan Ye, who relies on the treasures of heaven and earth to forge their bodies, and also has the blood and skills of demons such as the Great Nirvana to forcibly leapfrog the level.
But he has the sect's excellent resources, has learned more combat skills, and is even more skilled in the art of transporting spirits.
When the battle reached its peak, Mo Lan rushed straight up, the long pen and ink blade in his hand burst out with strong light, turning into a several-meter-long war blade and flying down in the air.
With a "boom", the Baboon King fell to the ground. Another genius from the Biyun Sect made a splitting slash, which landed on the Baboon King's head, causing waves of blood to fly.
This blow almost made the baboon king almost unable to recover.
"Junior brother Ning, your strength is getting better and better!" Mo Lan complimented, then turned to look at the crowd and cast his eyes on Nan Guanghong.
"How dare you compare with Senior Brother Mo Lan," Shangguan Ningpi replied with a smile, followed Mo Lan's line of sight, and chuckled: "But are there any acquaintances in the small sect?"
Mo Lan sneered, "I just want to see if these people are holding me back."
After saying this, he rushed towards the baboon king who had already climbed up.
Elsewhere, Xuan Ye and Nan Guanghong were responsible for raiding the formation, disrupting the attack of the long-haired baboons and allowing the others to attack.
Instead, an attack wave led by two people formed. As the last long-haired baboon was killed, the king baboon also fell at this moment.
Some people began to harvest the battlefield, but the people of the small sect were all driven away and could only watch from the sidelines.
The reason for being bald is very clear: collect first and distribute uniformly at the end.
Although there were some unpleasant comments from the crowd, they finally tolerated it.
Advancing all the way, no less than four hundred monsters were killed, but except for the Baboon King, most of them were in the late stage of transformation.
At nightfall, everyone set up camp beside a creek.
Xuan Ye was used to sleeping in deserted mountains and ridges, so he wasn't so particular about it. He planned to find a tree branch to do it.
I just walked around, but when I came back I heard the sound of quarrels, people gathered around in the distance, and there seemed to be fighting sounds.
After getting closer, I found a person from the Xiaozong kneeling on the ground, his face covered in blood, his eyes like fire, staring at the bald man.
Xuan Ye remembered that this man was named Wang Fei, he was a deacon of a small sect, and he had the cultivation level of the later stage of transformation.
As for that bald man, he also heard many stories along the way. His name was Luo Chong, and he was an elder from a vassal sect of the Tianlan Sect. He liked fighting with others, and his cultivation was at the early stage of Hun Ling.
"We have also killed a lot of monsters, why should we be given the worst materials?" Wang Fei was indignant. He was obviously risking his life, so why did he get so little?
Luo Chong looked disdainful, "Without us, how could you break in here? I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to go into the mountain. That cloud deer alone is enough to stop you losers!"
Although the people of the small sect were angry, they knew that they were weak and if they offended the bald man, their own sect would be implicated, so they did not dare to come forward.
The timid expressions of everyone were all caught in Luo Chong's eyes, and he smiled even more wildly. He raised his foot and kicked Wang Fei to the ground. "How dare you hide these miscellaneous things secretly. I don't know that in this world, the strong are respected. Since you are following me, you can
Follow our rules!"
Wang Fei was kicked so hard that he couldn't breathe. Thinking that the demon crystal was obtained by fighting alone, his heart burned with anger. He opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and he fainted.
Seeing this, Luo Chong wanted to kick him again, but was blocked by a blue shadow.
"You have to spare others and spare them, or does your Tianlan Sect lack this demon crystal?" Nan Guanghong said coldly.
"Of course there is no shortage of a demon crystal, but if a dog is disobedient and makes the entire dog group disobedient, that would be a real loss of face."
Mo Lan walked slowly under the crowd, glanced at the person who fainted on the ground, and then looked at Nan Guanghong with a cold light in his eyes. "What? Do you want to be that dog?"
Nan Guanghong silently clenched his fists, but did not answer any more.
Mo Lan looked like a winner and asked Luo Chong again: "Does he want to share more materials?"
"Not only that, he also hides the demon crystal secretly!"
"Oh?" Mo Lan's cold eyes narrowed slightly, with a fierce expression on his face, "Throw him into the mountains and let him fend for himself!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces turned pale, and they all lowered their heads with guilty conscience when they thought of the things they had hidden in their arms.
Only Nan Guanghong stood up and asked through gritted teeth: "The demon crystal was obtained by killing demons himself, why can't he keep it?"
"Kill demons by yourself? What kind of demons are you killing?" Mo Lan glanced at the people who were bowing their heads, and finally stopped at Nan Guanghong. "Only you? Are you qualified to step into the Earthly Mountains to kill demons?"
As soon as these words came out, a large number of people laughed, and the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.
Xuan Ye frowned slightly. Although what he said was true, only two of the small sects had the early stage of Hunling, and only Nan Guanghong had entered the middle stage of Hunling. But if the big sect really didn't like it, they might not have let them follow from the beginning.
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Furthermore, most of the time on the road it was Xiaozong who explored the route, and they were the ones who fought the most fiercely. This was a bit like burning bridges across rivers.
Although he didn't want to get involved in this noisy matter, Nan Guanghong was a friend worth making. In addition, the sect he reported to was the Bi Ling Sect, so he didn't need to worry about getting into trouble. When the situation was really urgent, he still had to help.
At this moment, Nan Guanghong was angered. The two had a grudge, and the other party was so ruthless in doing things, not taking human life seriously at all, and pointed at Mo Lan.
"Do you dare to fight with me? Let's see if I am qualified to step into this small sect!"
Mo Lan raised the corner of his mouth, as if it was just what he wanted, and waved for everyone to disperse. He relaxed his muscles and bones, took out the long pen in his hand and pointed at the other party, "This is asking for your own death, come on!"
Nan Guanghong also took out the long blue pen, shouted softly, and took the lead.
Both sides had been tired for a day, and they didn't test too much. They just used their full strength to attack.
The long pen in Nan Guanghong's hand glowed with blue light, and the condensed long sword faced Mo Lan's broadsword.
At the moment of the collision, the ink marks were scattered and recoiled.
Every collision caused the wind to shake the trees and the mountains to tremble.
The two fought in close combat for a while, then separated and used the Wandering Spirit Art.
The green and blue lights light up at the same time, turning into rainbow light and rushing towards the opponent.
There was an explosion, rays of light, and powerful force that blasted a big hole in the ground.
After the smoke and dust passed, the two fought together again.
Mo Lan didn't expect that Nan Guanghong was so powerful. Although he was wasted today, he had already taken the elixir and recovered to 70% to 80%. He didn't think he would be beaten.
Now that the facts are before our eyes, I am both shocked and angry!
The three dignified Tianlan sons, the future face of the Tianlan Sect, were suppressed and beaten by members of a small sect! How could he have the dignity to hang around in Dongzhou after the news spread?
Thinking of this, Mo Lan held his breath, raised his spiritual energy again, turned into a three-meter-long sword and struck it into the air.
If you are a sharp-eyed person, you will definitely recognize that this move was used to knock down the baboon king today and thus seal the victory.
As soon as this move came out, everyone in the group laughed and almost wanted to cheer for Mo Lan.
However, Nan Guanghong did not rush or slow down. With a soft drink, the blue light circled around his body, causing the strong wind to turn into a blue sword and roared out.
The two sides exchanged bombardments, and the rubble within a hundred meters radius began to tremble, like jumping elves.
As the battle raged, there was an explosion. The rubble exploded and turned into stone powder all over the sky, causing everyone to retreat.
After the explosion, Mo Lan's sword gradually showed signs of collapse. His pupils trembled, but he became a little anxious, and his spiritual power suddenly became unstable.
As the sword completely collapsed and was blown away by a sword, the sharp sword edge flew past him.
The strong wind blasted into the ground with powerful force, tearing a five-meter-long deep mark.
Nan Guanghong slowly withdrew his sword, and his blue clothes moved with the wind. The winner was known, and his expression softened slightly.
However, Mo Lan was not only ungrateful, but even more angry: "Do you look down on me? Or do you think you can really kill me just by yourself!?"
Nan Guanghong was silent. The Tsing Yi Sect and the Tianlan Sect were at odds with each other, but they had not completely broken up with each other yet.
He just wanted to teach Mo Lan a lesson in this battle, and did not want to completely offend the Tianlan Sect. Now that the outcome was decided, he had to stop and leave.
However, Mo Lan refused to give in. The winner was decided and Ning Dao struck at him. Nan Guanghong could only focus on Mo Feng again. At this moment, he noticed a cold light coming from behind.
The next moment, his back felt like a needle pricking him, and a strong pain spread from his spine throughout his body.
Seeing the blade falling, Nan Guanghong ignored the pain and could only block the blade with Mo Feng. Under the double attack, a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out.
In the eyes of outsiders, Nan Guanghong looks like an invincible figure.
But Xuan Ye could see clearly that someone on the Dazong side had tampered with something and threw a hidden weapon out.
The hidden weapon was in the shape of a drop of water, dark in color, hidden in the night, and landed quietly on Nan Guanghong's back.
The incident happened so suddenly that even if Xuan Ye wanted to stop it, it was already too late. Now that the battle situation had suddenly changed, he could only stare at the large group of people in front of him.
Mo Lan, who noticed that his opponent's momentum was much weaker, did not know that it was caused by the hidden weapon. Instead, he thought that Nan Guanghong had just fought with him and had left hidden injuries.
"It turns out that this is all I'm missing!" Mo Lan thought to himself, gritted his teeth immediately, increased his spirit energy, and the Mo Feng in his hand became more solid, crushing Nan Guanghong's Mo Feng.
"I'm not as stupid as you. If you don't kill me, then go die!"
Mo Lan smiled ferociously, and the blade exploded with bright light, shattering the opponent's Mo Feng.
Nan Guanghong was also completely angered. He silently recited the magic formula and a veil floated on his body.
For a moment, brilliant light circulated, and the blade struck the gauze, but was blocked by force!
"Secret Technique of Green Thread!" Mo Lan exclaimed. Unexpectedly, Nan Guanghong had this skill, so he hurriedly retreated.
Unexpectedly, Nan Guanghong's aura changed drastically, with anger in his eyes, he chased Mo Lan and pressed his strength on the opponent's chest.
The strong force knocked him away, and he spit out a mouthful of blood as soon as he landed on the ground.
Seeing Mo Lan's decline again, Luo Chong used the small awl again, but suddenly his body trembled and his expression changed sharply.
After being frozen for a moment, his face turned red and he kept teasing the people next to him with his hands, making low coquettish sounds from his mouth.
"Come on, little lady, take off your clothes quickly~ Hehe!"
"Luo Laogui, are you arrogant? Stay away!"
Luo Chong didn't care so much. The big man in front of him had already become the shy little lady in his mind. Not only was he raising and lowering his hands, but his breathing was getting heavier, as if he couldn't control the blood in his body at any time!
Xuan Ye saw it in his eyes and sighed at the power of Meihu. It was really scary. At the same time, he was extremely satisfied with the refined Bai Lie Needle. It will definitely be of great use in the future!