Rumble! There was a clap of thunder in the air.
Heaven and earth changed color.
Their souls shook.
They couldn't see the changes in the battlefield clearly. All they could see was the purple lightning dancing in the sky.
When everyone regained their vision, Bei Ming's flying sword was already between the index and middle fingers of Ye Qianru's right hand. Countless electric currents rippled on her body like a waterfall. From time to time, one or two small electric currents would shoot out and explode in the air.
"…" Bei Ming was shocked speechless.
He knew that Ye Qianru was a strong opponent that he had never seen in his life. He didn't let his guard down at all. Even though he had made the best estimation in his mind, he still didn't know her true battle strength. After obtaining the ancient secret, Bei Ming thought that he was invincible among the immortal sects with the flying sword in his hand. His confidence was inflated to the extreme.
Until Qianjun's explosion.
That was a huge blow to his head.
Before fighting Ye Qianru with all his strength, he was confident that he could fight her to a draw.
Even if he couldn't defeat this Nine Hell Star Sect's obscure disciple, he could at least fight her to a draw and protect himself.
Bei Ming didn't expect that his full force attack couldn't even hurt a hair on his opponent's body. It was even caught by her fingers halfway through the attack!
She didn't need any treasures.
She could completely suppress him with just her cultivation.
How could he fight such a strong opponent?
Bei Ming's heart was filled with the desire to die. He smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death. He knew that in the next moment, the opponent who caught the flying sword would immediately counterattack. That would be the end of his life! In front of absolute power and absolute suppression, so what if he had treasures? He should wake up from his dream of being a hero. Instead of struggling like a clown, he might as well be more decisive!
"Attack!" Ye Qianru caught the flying sword as if she was catching a slippery little fish. She focused all her attention to prevent it from slipping away.
She gave the Flying Bear Guardian an order.
It was impolite not to reciprocate.
Since Bei Ming wanted to fight with treasures, she would let him have a taste!
The Flying Bear Protector quickly grew in size within the smoke. It raised its head and roared at the sky. Its voice shook the mountains, and the echoes exploded within the mountains. All those who heard it paled.
It returned to its flying bear form and leaped high into the sky.
In the sky.
Another wave of smoke spread out.
By the time it landed on the ground, it had once again transformed into the Flying Bear Guard in its upright human form.
It raised its octagonal hammer high into the air and smashed it down on Bei Ming, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed.
"Excellent, excellent!" The Bao Yin Temple's Ba Ku Nun couldn't bear to watch. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together. She couldn't stop what was happening but she couldn't bear to watch the tragedy that was about to happen.
"Sigh!" Old Daoist Song Xin also shook his head and sighed.
Bei Ni was about to die a horrible death.
He felt a little regretful.
Of course, he could not stand the arrogance of Sect Master Closed North and the Eon Sea Sect previously. They were like nouveau riche.
"Martial Uncle, please forgive Sect Master Beimin!" The person who pleaded was Great Master Yizhi. As a good man, he could not bear to see the Closed North Sect Master die under the Longyan Temple. Back then, he had personally invited Bei Ming, but who would have thought that it would cost Bei Ming his life? However, it was too late for him to plead. By the time he opened his mouth, the octagonal hammer had already hit the head of the Closed North Gate Master.
If the Closed North Gate Sect Master didn't wait for death and tried his best to dodge, there would naturally be hope.
Unfortunately, he gave up on the last chance to live.
The hammer fell.
There was a loud boom.
Not only was the Gate Master of Closed North Gate in the field, but even the rock under his feet was shattered into pieces, and gravel splashed everywhere.
Drops of blood splattered on the nearby rocks.
When the smoke and dust settled.
People were surprised to find that the Sect Master of Closed North Gate, who had been waiting for death with his eyes closed, did not die tragically with his head crushed. Instead, Master Ting Song, who had not been able to join the battle in time, was now lying in his arms with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
It was Master Tingsong, an old friend of several decades, who blocked the hammer for Bei Ming.
Master Tingsong's sternum was broken, and he was on the verge of death.
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! " The guilt in Bei Ming's heart was indescribable. If possible, he really wanted to slap himself in the face. Why had he been so arrogant? Wasn't it just a secret treasure passed down from ancient times? How did it become like this? The Hidden Cultivator Sect dared to question him, and even with Yun Jiyu's proof, he still wanted to make a move and use them to establish his might. Now that he thought about it, he felt that this mentality was crazy! It was really inconceivable. He was originally a cultivator, but because of a magic treasure, he actually went astray to a crazy and self-destructive path without knowing it!
"It's fine. I've lived for more than a hundred years, so it's not a loss for me! I'm a lazy person by nature, and I like to enjoy life. Although I have some wisdom, I'm actually not material for cultivation. I've long known that I can't achieve Dao. For so many years, you've always treated me as a confidant. Although we're friends in name, you've actually taken out a lot of resources from the sect to support me. I've always felt guilty, and I usually contribute very little to the Vast Sea Sect. Today, I'll take it as paying you back! " Although Master Ting Song was seriously injured, he was very clear-headed. There was even a hint of a smile on his face, as if this was his ultimate wish.
"Don't say anymore! It's my fault, it's my fault! "Bei Ming was about to cry.
He knew his old friend's temperament.
If not for him.
Master Ting Song would never become enemies with anyone from the Immortal Cultivator Sects. Today's unexpected disaster could be said to be entirely his doing.
As someone who had personally pushed his friend to death and heard his old friend say that he had done so because he wanted to be kind, Bei Ming did not want to know the regret and guilt in his heart.
"Uncle-Master is merciful!" Reverend Yi Fang led the crowd in salutation, asking Ye Qianru to spare the lives of Closed North Gate Master and Reverend Ting Song. Just now he saw that Closed North Gate Master was indeed very hateful and overbearing, but now he saw him shedding tears and Reverend Ting Song sacrificing his life for his friends. As the host and the initiator of the sect's gathering, Reverend Yi Fang decided to step forward and plead with Ye Qianru to stop.
He did not know the rules of the Nine Hell Star Sect.
But he knew that the sect rules were extremely strict.
If there was a need for punishment.
It would probably take a lot of people to handle it. If it was not for the fact that he could not get over it, he would definitely not take the risk to plead with Ye Qianru to forgive Bei Ming, the reckless man who had offended the prestige of the Hidden Cultivator Sect!
Master Yi Fang stood up and pleaded. Master Yi Zhi, Yi De, and many other disciples followed behind and bowed.
There was also Old Taoist Song Xin and the leaders of other sects.
They all responded.
This reaction, in addition to being awed by the prestige of the Nine Hell Star Sect, was also a little out of compassion.
After all, they were not evil sects that only cared about benefits and ignored human morality and etiquette. Righteous sects could fight openly and secretly, but they could not be indifferent when it came to life and death.
"Since it's a sect gathering, we should focus on good luck. Let's call it a day. But the prestige of the Nine Hell Star Sect must not be provoked a second time. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that Senior Brother will not be angry and punish me and Qianjun together. " Ye Qianru retracted the electric current and flicked the flying sword dozens of meters away, nailing it firmly into the stone wall. It was a foot deep, and the tip of the handle could not be seen.
"It's none of your business. Mind your own business in the future!" Qianjun picked up the wooden token guarded by the spiritual wood and used the Xinmiao technique to activate the formation on it.
A soft energy shield floated out from her body.
It was golden in color.
It was transparent and bright.
Qianjun used his hand as a guide and guided a wisp of soft energy from inside, letting it float into Master Ting Song's wound.
Master Ting Song's injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was not completely healed, under everyone's surprised gaze, he immediately turned over and got up, kneeling on the ground with gratitude and sincerity. He kowtowed deeply as a sign of respect. "Ting Song thanks Martial Uncle for saving my life!"
"It's healed?" Temple Master Yinshu stared at the wooden token in Qianjun's hand. She never thought that this ordinary-looking wooden token would have such power.
"It's not completely healed, but it's mostly healed. It's true that Ting Song's life was saved." Yun Jiyu was not surprised. Lin Dong had all kinds of magical treasures, so this small wooden token was really nothing. Yun Jiyu was not surprised by the spiritual wood in Qianjun's hand. Instead, she was interested in the Xinmiao technique that Qianjun used. If she knew that the technique was so useful, she would have asked Yun You You to teach her one.
Treasure!
A super treasure that could resurrect from the brink of death!
Everyone looked at the wooden token in Qianjun's hand with reverence.
They did not know that Qianjun's spiritual wood token did not have the power to resurrect from the brink of death. It was just that Master Ting Song was a wood element cultivator, so Qianjun tried to use the energy of the Xinmiao technique to activate it. He did not expect it to really work, and the effect was unexpectedly good. If it was a cultivator of other elements, even if there was some effect, it was completely incomparable to Ting Song's recovery of more than half of his injury in an instant.
Qianjun herself was also slightly surprised.
She turned around and smiled at Ye Qianru.
This was called "unintentionally planting a willow tree". It was a coincidence. Of course, the two of them would not tell the truth. Others could guess however they wanted. Anyway, these guys were asking for a scare.
Bei Niu naturally took the opportunity to kneel.
He bowed down and apologized.
Firstly, he was grateful that the other party forgave his sin. Secondly, he was grateful that the other party saved his old friend's life.
Thirdly, he was willing to give up. Even a fool knew that there was only one result of stubbornly resisting.
He did not need to die.
Who would be so idiotic to go forward and die?
Besides, this was not a problem that could be solved with death. If he died, the entire Vast Sea Sect would also suffer from the disaster!
Bei Niu finally passed the test. In the future, he would at most apologize. The Vast Sea Sect would spend a lot of money to give gifts in exchange for Qianjun and Ye Qianru's complete forgiveness. They might even gain a blessing in disguise. From then on, they would have a relationship with a secluded cultivation sect like the Nine Hell Star Sect! The one who was really nervous now was Chi Li, who did not have a chance to speak or express her position.
Bei Niu was hostile just now, but he didn't say a word.
Because of his hostility, he was almost killed by Ye Qianru in a second.
Then what next?
Chi Li, who was disrespectful to the Nine Hell Star Sect and the identity of the two women, he didn't think that he could forget about it.
"Bastard, kneel down!" Purple Bamboo Immortal Father was so worried. If he was someone else's son, he would definitely not care about Chi Li's life. But this was his old friend's son. The scene of him entrusting his son to him was still vivid in his mind. He couldn't watch Chi Li hesitate any longer. If he delayed any longer, forget about apologizing, it would be too late to regret!
Jin Hu, Bei Niu and the others who had made mistakes would definitely push an idiot as a shield.
Chi Li was the best candidate.
The former was smart and had already knelt down to ask for forgiveness.
The latter tried to resist stubbornly and was almost killed in a second. Fortunately, Master Ting Song saved his life. Under the pleading of everyone, he suddenly regretted. Now only Chi Li was left, and she was still silent. How could she not become the target of public criticism?
Purple Bamboo Immortal Father knew that if he didn't do something, Chi Li's life would be in danger.
Even if he could save his life.
He would not be able to keep his cultivation.
He might even become a prisoner and be expelled by Changhe Sect … At that time, it would be too late to regret and apologize!
Purple Bamboo Immortal Father kicked Chi Li to the ground, then he raised his hand and slapped Chi Li's face for a dozen times. Chi Li's teeth were bleeding, and his face was swollen. Finally, his eyes squeezed into a slit, and he couldn't see anything. Chi Li was ashamed and angry, but he knew that Purple Bamboo Immortal Father did it for his own good. He also knelt down in front of Purple Bamboo Immortal Father and let him punish him.
He was a little embarrassed. This kind of character was very fatal.
Fortunately, he had Purple Bamboo Immortal Father behind him.
Otherwise.
He really couldn't get anything good today.
"Bastard, how dare you offend the name of the secluded cultivator sect. There are many seniors here, when is it your turn to speak? Today, I have to beat you to death. I'll beat you to death. It's better than you causing trouble in the future and implicating the sect! " Although Purple Bamboo Immortal Father said so, he had a sense of propriety. He only slapped Chi Li's face. No matter how strong the strength was, it was only pain. As long as he recovered, Chi Li's martial arts would not be damaged at all. He was much better than Bei Niu whose martial arts were rebounded and Ting Song who had not recovered from his injuries.
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