Leng Xuan smiled slightly, and then asked a protector of Tenglong Palace to test it himself. Everyone saw that he was walking freely in the territory of the Blood Red Bee, and the hesitation in their hearts was immediately dispelled. Soon, a hundred Nine Lotus Grasses were
They were all sold out in the rush of everyone. At this time, more and more cultivators rushed to the edge of the Blood Red Bee's territory from behind. At this moment, Leng Xuan only had more than 80 extra Nine Lotus Grasses in his hands. With the cultivators
The more people come, the higher the price of Nine Lotus Grass becomes.
"I bought three low-level spiritual weapons."
"I will give you four items and give me a Nine Lotus Grass."
"Ten low-level spiritual weapons, give me two."
Naturally, Leng Xuan would not refuse the price increase. In less than half an hour, they had collected hundreds of spiritual weapons. Such a harvest made everyone in Tenglong Hall happy. However, at this time,
, Leng Xuan suddenly heard a few conversations coming from the crowd.
"Hey, have you heard that the people of Jiutian Holy Palace are surrounded?"
"Tsk, tsk, who is so brave and dares to do harm to Jiutian Holy Palace?"
"I don't know, I didn't dare to go over and take a look. However, I seem to see the saint from the Nine Heavens Holy Palace is there too."
"real or fake?"
Hearing their discussion, Leng Xuan's expression suddenly changed. He stood up quickly, then walked quickly to those cultivators and asked, "Where are the people from the Nine Heavens Holy Palace now?" A cultivator
He replied: "It's right behind. I saw it when I just passed by."
After hearing what the cultivator said, Leng Xuan immediately greeted Ma Fu and the others, then spread out his body and galloped back, followed closely by the others. After galloping for dozens of kilometers, Leng Xuan suddenly felt the presence of someone ahead of him.
Waves of true energy came from not far away, and it was obvious that someone was doing something there. His face darkened, and he quickly speeded up. After a while, dozens of cultivators appeared in his sight. Only Jiutian could be seen.
More than a dozen members of the Holy Palace were surrounded by cultivators twice as many as themselves. At this moment, under the crazy offensive of those cultivators of unknown origin, the members of the Jiutian Holy Palace were already outnumbered in defense and few in attack. The situation was very unfavorable.
.
Leng Xuan looked around, but did not find the existence of Ling Xuejiao. He couldn't help but frown slightly and thought to himself: "Where did the person go?" He squinted his eyes and speeded past. In a few blinks, he was close to the periphery.
, then he stretched out his hand and sacrificed the Xuanyang Sword. With a clanking sword sound, the Xuanyang Sword released its red light, and dozens of sword lights flew out with fierce force, attacking the enemies.
Go, some people who didn't respond immediately screamed and fell straight down from the air.
This sudden change caused the faces of the opponents in the battle to change, and they all turned their attention to Leng Xuan. A middle-aged man with a tall figure and a face as black as coal frowned and said, "Is it you?" Leng Xuan said slightly surprised.
"Oh? Do you know me?" The middle-aged man shook the sword in his hand and said coldly: "Leng Xuan, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." Leng Xuan sneered and said: "Sorry, I will take care of this matter.
." After a pause, he turned to ask: "Who are you? Why do you want to attack the people of Jiutian Holy Palace?"
The middle-aged man said coldly: "You asked too many questions." As soon as he finished speaking, his wrists shook, his body spread out instantly, and he rushed to Leng Xuan in the blink of an eye. Leng Xuan's face changed slightly, and his body had not yet moved.
Before he had time to react, the tip of the sword had already pierced his chest.