Two mysterious women in white dresses were about fifty miles away. They had attracted the attention of the fourth-level masters on both sides who were watching the battle. They were secretly vigilant and still thinking about countermeasures. The cold and soft voice of the woman could be heard from a distance, like the sound of gold and stone hitting each other.
Traveling across hundreds of miles of sea.
"Everything passes by like clouds floating in the air. A single word subsides the waves. Be still!"
The undulating sea surface followed the final word "quiet", as if an invisible spell passed by, smoothing out the large and small waves, spreading towards the sea areas of the warring parties at an extremely fast speed. The wind stopped.
, the waves miraculously subsided.
Even the various roars, explosions, and roars were strangely weakened by three points.
The monks on both sides of the war noticed that something was wrong, and under the orders of their respective leaders and captains, they began to retreat separately.
Someone used magic to pick up the corpses floating in the changed sea water, seriously injuring their companions, and looked at the two women flying slowly towards them, their eyes filled with awe.
Chen Qingqiao's eyelids twitched wildly, and the people who sent the message shouted, "He is a master of fifth-level Confucianism cultivators. He uses the magical power of [verbal punishment and writing]. I have never heard that there is a powerful female Confucianism cultivator in Daying Dynasty. Quick, order the team to withdraw and form an array!"
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Two people clasped their fists in response to "yes", and their figures flashed to send orders to form a formation to deal with the sudden appearance of the master.
There are also fourth-level masters who have sent flying sword messages one after another, warning the capitals of various countries in the Eastern Continent to ask for help. Their team is isolated overseas. How could they have expected such a change and such an unpredictable crisis?
Ling Fengli, a newly promoted fourth-level Confucian cultivator sent out by Daying Dynasty, saw everyone else looking at him and hurriedly sent a message: "There are no fourth-level Confucianism cultivators currently registered in Daying, and there are not even many third-level Confucian women.
There is even less possibility of a fifth-level female Confucian cultivator."
He was fascinated by the power of Confucianism and supernatural power that could utter a single word to determine Haibo.
It's a pity that the other party is not a senior of Daying Confucianism. This conflict will not end well.
Chen Qingqiao looked at the busy group on the Western Continent from afar, shrinking the team and making the same arrangement. He was slightly confused, could it be that they were not Confucian masters on the Western Continent?
Perhaps the two women were just like Lu Yuanyuan, the magic weapon monk, who traveled far away from the vast continent?
Hope so.
At this time, Chen Zhong, who was arrayed towards the southeast among the monks, and Gao Leng, who was stained with blood and looked quite embarrassed, looked at each other in shock. One of the women who came was wearing a curtain hat and covering her face with tulle.
Why does he look so much like Uncle Zhao?
The familiar style of the long skirt with sword sleeves and tassels and the charming figure would not be recognized by them even if they were twenty or thirty miles apart.
During their idle years in the sect, they were invited by Master Zhao to serve as Taoist priests at the Qingzheng Academy, teaching the fifth batch of apprentices. They spent a lot of time with Master Zhao, who had no airs and loved to joke around, and were very familiar with him.
Uncle Zhao, who was originally a quiet person who had never shown any strength in cultivation, suddenly went into seclusion for more than ten days last autumn, and when he came out, he became a high-ranking master in the golden elixir realm.
There was no escape from the ordinary world, everything was quite sudden.
"This is Uncle Zhao!"
"is her!"
"Do you want to send a message to Daochang Chen?"
"Just wait and see what happens. Uncle Zhao is dressed the same as the woman. There must be something hidden in it. Maybe he doesn't want to reveal his identity. We don't have to worry about it."
"That senior's magical power is so powerful. The water below is still windless and smooth, as smooth as a huge semi-curved mirror."
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"How powerful is a fifth-level Confucian master?"
The two of them were in a relaxed state of mind, communicating through sound transmissions about their feelings after seeing a fifth-level master take action.
Chen Qingqiao communicated with several fourth-level monks and quickly came up with a response strategy. When he saw the two mysterious women stopped twenty miles away and did not approach any further, they all felt relieved. This represented a kind of talkable relationship. bona fide.
Chen Qingqiao led a few people to fly out of the queue and bowed their hands in greeting. "Chen Qingqiao, a monk from the Eastern Continent, led the crowd to pay homage to the senior. I have met fellow Taoists. I wonder what the senior has ordered."
The fourth-level monks from the Western Continent, who were more than ten miles away, were unwilling to be outdone and saluted in the same way.
Neither of them were fools, and they could see that neither party knew the two women who were coming. Zhao Zhuer glanced at the two prepared formations above the sea in the distance. She was not arrogant enough to break through with Fang Bailan.
If a fifth-level Confucian monk is surrounded by a formation of one or two hundred third-level monks and seven or eight fourth-level monks, he will be piled to death.
There were many formation masters, talisman masters, and even sword cultivators, divination masters, etc. in that formation. They were not martial arts cultivators known for their strong bodies and close combat, so she would not cause trouble for herself.
What's more, Fang Bailan's strength has only recovered 30%. It's okay to use magical powers to scare people, and he's not afraid to fight alone. It's better to fight a group alone.
What she can take advantage of is one side's fear of the other side, which side the fifth-level master prefers, and which side can win a big victory.
However, the next sentence made the situation in the Eastern Continent suddenly become tense, and everyone was in danger.
Fang Bailan moved the five fingers of her right hand like flying butterflies, and a ghost book appeared in the air. Pages were flipped, and ancient characters appeared and transformed into Qingfeng Library. "I and the Western Continent" "Wen Zhai Academy", there are old , but there are Confucian cultivators from Wenzhai Academy here."
Suddenly there was a suppressed cry from the Western Continent, and when he looked at the array of monks on the Eastern Continent, he felt an indescribable sense of schadenfreude.
Two young Confucian monks, a man and a woman, wearing white scholar robes with unique silver floral trims on the cuffs, flew out of the queue, bowed excitedly in the air, "Wenzhai Academy disciples Fang Fang and Zhong Qiong pay their respects to the Supreme Elder! "
They recognized that the mysterious senior was using the secret "Qingying Calligraphy Style" that was not passed down by the academy. Various miraculous phenomena were recorded in the classics, and the secret law of Qingying Calligraphy was hidden deep in the stone wall of the secret room. Except for the mountain master of the academy, , and fourth-level Confucian cultivators can comprehend and understand, other disciples and disciples are not allowed to watch.
Unfortunately, Wenzhai Academy has declined to the point where there are no fourth-level Confucian cultivators to support its facade.
Suddenly, they saw a fifth-level senior who claimed to have an old relationship with Wenzhai Academy and displayed a unique secret technique. They were not overjoyed to admit it first. As for whether it was true or not, please return to the mountain gate after the current war.
Chen Qingqiao led several fourth-level monks to retreat to the formation. He sent a message to several people, "If something cannot be done and the battle is chaotic, we will split up in groups of two and escape for our lives. Remember not to be reluctant to fight, so as to leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood." , revenge can be tolerated in the future, but the master cannot be lost here."
A fifth-level Confucian cultivator who is good at supernatural powers has joined the Western Continent, and they have no chance of winning.
As for the team of nearly two hundred and third-level monks, they can only live with their destiny, and only those who can escape will be counted.
If everyone tries their best, they will all lose their lives, which is of no use. Fang Bailan raised his right hand and asked the two academy monks to stand up, and said: "The Taoist friend beside me is the fairy guardian of the Eastern Continent. Is there any fairy?" Watch the monks here"
In full view of everyone, Chen Chong and Gao Leng received countless messages. They replied a few words, quickly flew out of the queue, and saluted with clasped fists: "I've met Uncle Zhao, and I'd like to pay my respects to you, senior!"
There was a trace of uneasiness in their hearts. Uncle Zhao was not controlled by that old monster from Wenzhai Academy.
Zhao Zhuer took off her curtain hat, revealing a charming face that was both angry and happy. She raised her hand to signal the two of them to stand up, and said with a smile: "Sister Fang means that it is better to untie enemies than to marry them. What you are seeking is the road to immortality, not the rotten dog dog.
She wants to be a peacemaker. The two sides can sit down and have a good talk, compromise and seek common ground, and then call it quits. What do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, Chen Chong and Gao Leng were relieved that Master Zhao had not been kidnapped.
Master Zhao’s move has immeasurable merit.
Bursts of low-pitched cheers suddenly erupted from the monks on both sides. Experts who could control the situation were supervising the peace talks, so there was no need to worry about reaching an agreement. Few people really wanted to fight to the death or risk their lives.