The group of people watched at the top of the mountain for a while, and Li Yunxiao said: "I'm afraid there will be chaos here too. The chaos here will definitely involve the entire Qinglong Jungle. You little guys, you'd better go back to the city. There's nothing wrong with this chaos.

Ten days and a half, I’m afraid it won’t be over.”

They do want to protect these little friends, but they are just the cultivation of Confucian and Taoist masters. In this refining realm, in terms of fighting strength, they really can't be said to be very strong.

It would be a pity if these little guys got caught up in this mess.

As a result, everyone in Fusu shook their heads: "Senior, there is no need to worry about us. Since we are here, we still have the ability to protect ourselves. We entered the refining realm for the purpose of training. Although gentlemen do not stand under the mast wall, we still have the power to protect ourselves.

How can we be timid when we have the ability to protect ourselves? As long as we don't meet a saint like Martial Saint, even if we meet Martial Saint and run for our lives, we can still do it."

Apart from anything else, the Qinglong Jungle is the most suitable for using Earth Escape and Wood Escape. There are a few of them, including Yuliuchuan and Earth Escape. The worst ones are the Zhongcheng Realm. Although the little fat man has never practiced Escape, he has

The lightening technique is quite good, and Qi Xun and several others can also escape with him.

No matter how bad it is, there is still little Kunpeng

Even though he is still just a little chicken, when he really runs, at that speed, Wu Zun really can't do anything to him.

Besides, under such circumstances, why would someone who is a major cultivator in the Martial Saint Realm be targeting a few low-level monks like them? It’s not like they’re full.

As for being affected by the aftermath of the battle, they had already considered this issue before, so the defense of this cave, which was a talisman array composed of sixth-grade top-grade defensive talismans, was enough to cope with it.

Even if they are not in the cave, which one of them does not have dozens of top-grade sixth-grade light body charms, golden shield charms and teleportation charms given to them by Qixun?

Seeing that the juniors were calm and calm, it was hard for these great scholars to say anything more. This is how monks should be.

Qixun thought that the top-grade talismans he had given to several uncles before were all top-grade talismans, so he took out some top-grade spiritual talismans. He prepared ten of each of the golden shield talisman, light body talisman and teleportation talisman and gave them to the uncles.

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"These spiritual talismans were left by my master to save my life. Although they are sixth-grade spiritual talismans, they are all of the highest quality. Although the teleportation talisman can only teleport a hundred miles, it is difficult to be used alternately with the light body talisman.

If someone catches up, I will give it to a few seniors for self-defense."

The sixth-grade spiritual talisman is already a high-level spiritual talisman, which is very precious to begin with. This is still a top-grade talisman, something that has a price but no market, especially the legendary teleportation talisman. You must know that there are basically no teleportation talismans in the world nowadays.

The only ones that have been handed down from ancient times can be regarded as the most precious treasures of the sect, even if they are only within a hundred-mile teleportation range, to a large extent, they can be regarded as a life!

Where are they willing to accept it?

What's more, the little girl was so generous that she gave away ten of them!

Qixun smiled and said: "These can't be compared with the thousands of miles and thousands of miles of teleportation talismans handed down from ancient times. What's more, they were made by my master, so I don't lack these. The seniors taught us how to treat us as their own children.

There is no way to repay a great favor, but I just give you a few talismans. This is my way of honoring my seniors and it is my intention."

These uncles can't be left in the refining realm. Qixun even accused them of taking the sweet potatoes, corns, peppers, tomatoes, etc. she gave her back to Blue Star.

Besides, the calligraphy and paintings given to Lingyu are not ordinary calligraphy and paintings. They are all treasures that can be used in battles and for visualization during daily practice. They are spiritual treasures that seal the cultivation and enlightenment of Confucianism.

The value is not comparable to that of spiritual weapons and magic weapons. It can almost be regarded as an inherited treasure.

A group of people stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the entrance to Long Yeyuan. Qi Xun was worried and used spiritual talismans to set up a defensive formation and a breathing formation around the area.

In this way, you can watch the excitement and feel more at ease.

It's a pity that the sky-gazing mirror placed in the cave can only see a radius of a hundred miles. Otherwise, it would be safer to stay in the cave and watch at the moment.

After watching for a while, because Wu Zun and Wu Sheng took action, the great masters there and others whose cultivation levels were not as high as Wu Zun's level fled one after another. They just tried to escape, but even started fighting while fleeing.

The battlefield of the Martial Saints also began to expand, and a few people suddenly no longer felt relaxed. They felt that in a short time, their place might also become a battlefield.

The group of people looked at each other and said to Fu Su, "Go back to the cave!"

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud laugh that resounded throughout the world: "Haha, you trashes, one Martial Saint and two Martial Lords, just want to surround and kill me, the Red-clothed Demon King? If Grandpa doesn't beat the shit out of you today,

You are all sorry for my reputation as the devil in red."

Fusu and others immediately stopped and saw the image of his monkey brother in the sky and the earth, holding the sky-breaking divine spear, wearing a purple gold crown with a phoenix tail on his head, wearing a chain of gold armor, and stepping on lotus root silk.

Cloud Shoes, well, although except for the Heaven-shattering Divine Spear, everything else is an imitation that he refined himself, but it is also a half-step super spiritual weapon. Even in the spiritual world, it is the best equipment. In the fairy world

There is nothing higher than this.

Coupled with his true appearance, which is even more handsome than a god, his arrogance and wantonness make thousands of people who observe the battlefield from a distance yearn for him.

As soon as Brother Monkey's voice fell, the drunken Hou's voice sounded again: "Boy, how can you be so arrogant in this kind of excitement? Today I want to open your eyes, kid, and let you see what I, Xiao Yidao, am capable of! Don't do it!

How can I kill a few martial saints with my sword? Boy, let’s see who can cut off more heads of martial saints today! If you lose, you have to honor me with a hundred jars of monkey wine.”

Brother Monkey flicked the golden suozi armor and laughed loudly and replied: "Hey, old man, I've never lost in a competition. I, the Great Sage, have never lost! Don't even think about a hundred jars of monkey wine. I've never lost, Great Sage."

Who? Old man, you should tell me, what will happen if you lose?"

The drunk monkey held a knife in one hand and a wine flask in the other. He glared when he heard this: "Boy, I am a martial saint now, how can I lose to you? Even if you win, I want you to have a hundred jars of monkey brother, what? You?"

Dare you not send it?"

Brother Monkey laughed: "You old man, you want to drink my wine, just say it, why can't I give it to you? What kind of bet are you using as an excuse? How dishonest!"

The two of them gathered around a few martial saints and martial masters to fight, while chatting nonsense.

While we were chatting, we heard another loud voice resounding throughout the world: "A hundred jars of monkey wine?! If I kill a few, can you give me fifty jars?"

The drunk monkey laughed loudly: "Old man with a beard, do you still want to hold back the wine without wine? How many of them will you kill? Martial Saint?"

"Martial Saint!" The bearded uncle said in a firm tone.

Fifty jars of monkey wine!

Enough for him to drink for several years!

Aren't you just going to kill a few martial saints? Let's fight!

After Brother Monkey stabbed to death a Martial Lord from the Divine Death Realm with one shot, he slapped another Martial Saint from the Divine Death Realm and sent him flying. He then said: "The head of a Martial Saint is not worth a jar of monkey wine in my house!

However, who told me to look down on you two old guys? After this fight, each of you will receive fifty altars, and I, the Great Sage, can afford it!"

The eyes of the people in the Divine Death Realm were all cracked, and the trialists from the Ten Thousand Realms who were watching this battle couldn't help but be speechless when they heard the arrogant dialogue of these people.

Isn't a martial saint worth a jar of wine?

Is Wu Sheng so worthless?

You know, there are many small worlds, and there are only one or two saints in total.
Chapter completed!