The auditorium of the Dawu Arena was completely detonated as if a bomb had been dropped.
And in the sky above the Great Martial Arts Arena, the faces of several giants of saint cultivators who were getting farther and farther away also became solemn.
Yan Xiang, who was watching from the auditorium of the Dawu Arena, also got up and flew to the sky above the Dawu Arena, forming a circle with the other five hall masters and standing still.
"Shui Qingchan, what do you mean?" Yan Xiang asked the leader of the Holy Water Hall with an angry look on his face, "I am a mere Holy Fire Hall, but you think so highly of me, and bribed Fan Xi, the nine saint cultivators.
What are your intentions in fighting Ling Luo, my newly minted disciple?"
Although Shui Qingchan is very old, she still looks like a beautiful middle-aged woman.
She had a look of embarrassment on her face and a hint of apology in her voice: "I'm sorry, Hall Master Yan, I really don't know anything about this matter."
"I didn't know? I didn't know that your biological daughter Shui Rou would personally participate in the war? I didn't know that you would let Xiao Ling and Fan Xi run amok here?" Yan Xiang's suppressed anger suddenly surged.
He thought of the two seriously injured disciples lying in the medical room of the Dawu Arena. Fu Dong's injuries were stable, but it was hard to say for Xu Huang. Yun Qin said that the situation was still very critical.
And here, Ling Luo, who was fighting Fan Xi, was seriously injured and fell into an unprecedentedly hard battle.
"The battle was started by Xiao Ling of your Holy Water Hall. As a result, he refused to fight and found an assistant from the Nine Saint Cultivators to bully my disciple Xiaoluo, who only has the strength of a first-level martial spirit, right?!
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Shui Qingchan fell silent
She was speechless.
"I have never really cared about your five halls bullying my Holy Fire Hall all this time. But this time it's different." Yan Xiang's expression was stern, like an angry god, "Half of the disciples of my Holy Fire Hall have been lost.
My life is at stake, and as a master, I will never sit idly by and watch!"
Xuanyuan Jing sighed softly and said: "Brother Yan, please don't be angry yet. Fan Xi is from my Shengjin Hall. This matter, whether as the head of Shengjin Hall or as the dean of Shengxiu Academy, I have nothing to do with it."
It is our duty to do so. I will definitely give you the Holy Fire Church a satisfactory explanation."
Xuanyuan Jing's beard and hair are all white, and he looks quite a bit immortal.
His strength has reached the peak of the Martial Emperor, and he can break through the void at any time, but because he is thinking about the Holy Cultivation Hall and is attached to it, he has been deliberately suppressing his power and has been reluctant to leave.
He stretched out his old hand, which was like a dry branch, and waved lightly towards the center of the martial arts arena.
A large piece of extremely holy golden light shrouded it. All the vitality in the entire Dawu Arena disappeared.
The vitality emanating from Ling Luo, Fan Xi, and Ming Xiche's bodies disappeared, and their attacking moves also became ineffective.
As if being saved, Fan Xi lay on the ground, breathing in the fresh air.
Ming Xiche, on the other hand, raised his head with interest, looked at Xuanyuan Jing, and said: "I didn't expect that there are still one or two people in this world who are of decent strength."
Even the base dragon and the sea soul beast fighting in mid-air had all their energy disappearing and fell straight down.
The body of Jianlong also transformed into the original appearance of the fat black cat. If Ling Luo hadn't reached out and caught it in time, he would have been smashed to pieces.