"The master of the workshop has an order! If you destroy the Scarlet Enchantress, you will be rewarded with 20,000 contribution points!" An elder shouted loudly.
There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Faced with the temptation of 20,000 contribution points, the old student of Qingyunfang, who was originally shaken, became determined. Even if the opponent is strong, there are dozens of people on his side!
A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Yuxi's mouth. He Zizhen was the only one in trouble for the people in Qingyunfang. As for those eighth-level old students, they didn't need to do anything themselves. Calling Zi Ling out was enough to solve them.
I wonder what the people in Qingyunfang will think when they know that Ye Yuxi still has an ancient spirit beast in his hand that is as powerful as the Yellow Spirit Realm!
Ye Yuxi thought for a while, but still didn't call out Zi Ling. During the day, Zi Ling consumed too much spiritual power when fighting the golden-scaled dragon-armored beast, so it was better to let Zi Ling rest in the space for a while.
"Leave the one named He to me." Hei Fengtian said in a hoarse voice, his eyes always staying on He Zizhen.
Bai Jinyi and Bard looked at each other, their shoulders shook, their wings brought up a gust of wind, and their bodies rose into the air.
The two of them couldn't take action, and staying down would only cause trouble to Ye Yu Xitu.
Ye Yuxi looked at the people in Qingyunfang with some confusion, and took the initiative to say: "Three people are enough to deal with people like you, let's fight quickly."
"Crazy!" He Zizhen glared, completely letting go of his momentum, vaguely overwhelming Ye Yuxi and the others.
"Come on!" With a loud shout, dozens of spiritual powers blasted towards Ye Yuxi and the others.
He Zizhen was the fastest and stabbed Ye Yuxi straight with his long sword.
Uh-huh! A figure stood in front of Ye Yuxi. Heifeng Tianzong spoke in a low voice and stared at He Zizhen: "Your opponent is me!"
boom!
A ball of golden flame burst out from Heifeng Tianzong's hand, forcing He Zizhen away.
"Tianzong, be careful, his left palm is poisonous!" Heisha reminded in her heart, and rushed into the crowd with a scimitar in hand.
"Be careful." Ye Yuxi warned, turning around to meet Lao Sheng on the right.
The battle broke out instantly, and Ye Yuxi's clones entangled the two ninth-level elders one against two, which surprised Ye Yuxi slightly.
Because this clone is as powerful as himself, but he doesn't need to control it! The clone has its own fighting instinct.
Bai Jinyi in the sky looked down at the battlefield below, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The one who stood out the most was not Ye Yuxi, nor Heifeng Tianzong and Heisha, but Huo Ling!
The fire spirit's attack is completely a range attack. In a flash of its wings, dozens of spiritual feathers are shot out. It is different from the eighth level. When the eighth level fire spirit attacks with spiritual feathers, it is just pure feathers. Now these feathers fly on the way. One by one turns into a bird.
Under the control of the fire spirit, most of the dozens of birds escaped the old students' swords and directly hit those old students, causing explosions.
The fire spirit itself flew high, more than ten meters above the ground, constantly waving its wings.
boom!
Black Wind Tianzong burst out a ball of golden flames, forcing He Zizhen away again.
"You dare to be so arrogant at the early stage of the ninth level!" He Zizhen's face was filled with anger, and his hands glowed with green light in the dark night.
Heifeng Tianzong was panting slightly. After ten rounds of fighting, Tianzong had already consumed one-third of his spiritual power. The metal fire was stronger than Tianzong imagined.
His momentum sank, and Tian Zong quietly started to circulate his skills in his body.
He Zizhen took a step forward, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he looked at Heifeng Tianzong in shock: "You are from Heifeng Town!"
He Zizhen's body can't move!
"I only know now that it's too late!" Heifeng Tianzong shouted angrily and struck down with a palm.
boom!
The dirt was flying, and He Zizhen in the air maintained his palm-stretching posture, his wings gently flapping behind him, and the confinement of the Black Wind Jue was released.
Bai Jinyi, who was above, smiled: "He Zizhen is quite smart."