Seeing Zhao Jiuge's despicable smile and his expression of wanting to be beaten, the two Xuanluofeng disciples who were standing in front and under the pressure of Bai Qingqing were anxious but did not dare to speak, and there was some sweat on their foreheads.
The group of more than a dozen teenagers behind him looked at each other. Finally, it seemed that they couldn't stand the oppressive and humiliating atmosphere. A thin, monkey-like young man in the crowd suddenly roared in the atmosphere, with veins popping out on his forehead and eyes. He was so scared, "What the hell, there are so many of us, if we attack together, even if they are powerful, there are only three of them. If we don't give them the opportunity to attack continuously, at worst, I would rather be beaten down than suffer this anger." "
"Yes, let's all come together."
"This Xuantian Peak disciple is so abominable."
"Let's go together. You're right. Even if we get beaten down, we can't lose the face of our Xuanluo Peak disciples."
Inspired by this young man who was as skinny as a monkey, a dozen other disciples of Xuanluo Peak also agreed. For a moment, they were all filled with righteous indignation. Their stunned expressions no longer existed, their spiritual power began to circulate again, and their aura returned. Around the body.
Feeling that everyone was being moved by his own atmosphere, a trace of pride appeared on the brows of this lean, monkey-like young man, ready to strike while the iron was hot. Then all his spiritual power was externalized outside his body, and the spiritual light shrouded his whole body, rippling constantly. He thought He took the lead in taking action, and the disciples behind him followed him closely. He did not believe that one or twenty people could not defeat three people.
Just thinking about how these disciples who usually looked down on him would defeat three Xuantian Peak disciples under his call made him tremble with excitement and his body trembled a few times unconsciously.
However, a cold snort immediately shattered his dream.
Bai Qingqing's face was as cold as frost, and his face was tense. The wind and sword were rising, but this time the fluorescence was even brighter than the last time, and the sharp sword light immediately emerged.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish…
In the blink of an eye, seven rays of sword energy spurted out directly towards the lean, monkey-like young man with an indomitable momentum.
The lean, monkey-like young man had a look of horror in his eyes. At this moment, he could feel the turbulent spiritual power coming towards his face. Others might not be able to feel it, but he felt it deeply. He was at the center of these seven sword energies. , I felt like a lonely boat, isolated and helpless in this turbulent sword light, and the boat could be destroyed at any time.
He was not given too much time to react, so he could only subconsciously use the released spiritual power to tightly wrap his whole body. But the power brought by the spiritual weapon is still so overbearing.
This time, Bai Qingqing was not as gentle as before, deliberately suppressing his own strength, because the behavior of this monkey-like lean Xuan Luofeng disciple completely angered Bai Qingqing!
He didn't even have a magical weapon in his body, and he was instantly overwhelmed by this turbulent offensive. First, the dazzling spiritual light was immediately broken by the sword energy, and then all the green robes on his body were torn apart, and two objects flew into the sky. Go and look around, this young man's arm was cut off due to the resister's sword energy.
A scream of pain resounded through the mountain forest, echoing in the ears, and refused to disperse for a long time, making the young people behind him turn pale, and again they did not dare to act rashly, although this young man, who was as lean as a monkey, still stood He was standing, but two of his arms were cut off by the sword energy! After the initial spurt of blood, the blood slowly slowed down.
In the sky, several spiritual lights appeared over this mountain forest. Some disciples wearing religious church uniforms controlled flying swords and kept circling in the air. They watched this scene with solemn expressions. If Bai Qingqing continued to take action, he would do it ruthlessly. If so, they would not hesitate to stop it, because death is not allowed in the training. Today, there are hundreds of disciples from the church hovering in the air to inspect some situations.
But there was no need for Bai Qingqing to continue taking action, and the situation had already come to an end.
After three of the seven sword lights hit the lean, monkey-like young man, the remaining four were still unabated in power and headed towards the group of Xuan Luofeng disciples behind them.
The few people standing in front who couldn't dodge were immediately hit, screaming, and a few streaks of blood sprayed out from their bodies. Fortunately, the injuries were not serious.
The grass blades on the ground were still stained with blood. These immature teenagers had never seen such a scene before. Some of them were already trembling. It seemed that they lacked experience and had not seen the outside world.
"I'll say it again, hand over the colorful flags and go away, otherwise they will be your fate." His voice was cold and murderous, and while he was talking, Bai Qingqing stared at the few people lying on the ground unable to move.
At this time, except for the young man who could no longer move, the dozen or so Xuan Luofeng disciples were so frightened that they no longer hesitated and immediately took the colorful flags hanging around their waists and placed them on the ground.
Then without looking back, with legs as fast as flying, he turned and ran behind him. These disciples who had lost their colorful flags would naturally be taken away by the patrolling disciples later.
However, there was a figure among them, his eyes flickered, and he secretly looked at Zhao Jiuge and the others with a sly look. When he saw that the three people were not looking at him, he quickly took off the colorful flag hanging from his waist, hid it in his arms, and then blended in with the panic. Among the people who were fleeing in panic, there were people who were hunched over, but it was not clear whether it was because of a guilty conscience that their movements looked a little stiff.
After running for a few steps and seeing that nothing happened, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he thought it was nothing to escape the disaster, a scroll of spiritual light rushed toward him. Although he did not look back, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him. The sense of crisis on my back made the hairs on my body stand on end.
The next moment, the young man's thin body was instantly hit by the spiritual light coming from him. The back was a mess of blood and flesh, and the material of the green sword robe and the flesh were stained with blood. Due to the momentum, the Xuanluo Peak disciple fell forward and fell to the ground, sliding a few meters with the dirt and leaves on the ground.
A clearly visible mark appeared on the ground. Bai Qingqing showed no mercy in his attack, which made Leng Rufeng's impression of Bai Qingqing even more profound. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge suddenly understood that the senior brothers who sent him here told them to deal with the other two peak disciples severely, as long as they did not beat them to death. The Xuantian Peak disciple must have been beaten like this by the other two peak disciples from time to time. At first, he thought it was just a simple punch and kick, but he had clearly seen the consequences! And the injury is not serious.
Except for a few people who were lying on the ground and could not get up, everyone else fled like a frightened bird. The lives of the seriously injured disciples were not in danger, and someone would naturally come to take them away after a while.
Leng Rufeng grasped the gray flying sword in his hand with unfulfilled interest. It seemed that he was not satisfied yet. This made his hand that was holding the flying sword for the first time a little itchy, and he wanted to find someone to spar with it.
"Why don't you hurry up and pick up these colorful flags? After picking up, continue on your way and go directly to the top of the mountain. These disciples have nothing to bully, they are too weak." Bai Qingqing opened his mouth and gave instructions. The brief confrontation was nothing more than a warm-up for him.
Zhao Jiuge looked at the colorful flags lying on the ground, and happily ran over to pick them up. Then he came to the Xuanluofeng disciples who had fallen on the ground, pulled out the colorful flags on their bodies, and counted them. Nineteen sides.
Looking at these colorful flags, Zhao Jiuge seemed to be looking at a treasure!
He ran back to Bai Qingqing excitedly, proudly looked at the colorful flag in his hand for Bai Qingqing, and said with unfinished content, "Let's go, maybe we can meet some other peak disciples, and this colorful flag is here too." It’s too easy.”
"Go directly to the top of the mountain. I don't have time to waste on these low-cultivation disciples. No matter how many colorful flags you get, if you can't hold on to the top of the mountain in the end, you will only be making wedding clothes for others. It's better to just take advantage of it and wait. They are fighting like snipe and clam, but they will reach the top of the mountain in the end." Bai Qingqing said with a somewhat helpless expression.
"Okay, let's get on our way as soon as possible." Although he still had some unfinished ideas in his heart, he agreed with Bai Qingqing's words and felt that his words were very reasonable, so he curled his lips and agreed.
The three of them no longer paid attention to the scene here and continued to move towards the top of the mountain. The aura of the Foundation Establishment Realm was not hidden at all and was directly released. Therefore, they did not encounter any strong opponents along the way, even if they encountered two people from Xuanqi Peak. Disciples, Bai Qingqing, Zhao Jiuge and Leng Rufeng also chose to turn a blind eye. There were not many people, so even if they won the colorful flags, they would not have two or three, but it would be a waste of time. The only thing worth mentioning is that when they reached the mountainside, they met two disciples of Xuantian Peak, wearing blue sword robes, and they looked a little panicked.
It was the two disciples from the aristocratic family who were following Mu Zijun. They seemed to be running away in a panic. When they saw Zhao Jiuge and the other three, they were also stunned. Then they hesitated for a moment, looked at the three of them with wary expressions, and faced them. The three people left side by side without saying a word from beginning to end.
This made Zhao Jiuge feel a little amused, but Leng Rufeng couldn't bear it. Not because of the rules of this training camp, Leng Rufeng did not hesitate to take action to deal with the two disciples of the aristocratic family. Normally, the conflict between the two parties would have long been It has been continuously magnified. No major events have happened, but there have been constant frictions over small matters in private. After all, most of the losers are Leng Rufeng's side. After all, resources limit strength.
Seeing Leng Rufeng who was a little sulky, Zhao Jiuge patted Leng Rufeng on the shoulder and said consolingly, "Don't be anxious. After we deal with the disciples from the other two peaks first, it's time to go head-to-head with those arrogant and domineering guys." Once, what happened last time is not over. If we don’t take action, I won’t know if I will have a chance when I attend the selection meeting soon.”
Hearing this, Leng Rufeng suddenly raised his head with fiery eyes. He originally just wanted to participate in the training camp, but now he heard the news, why wasn't he excited.
"Tiantian knows how to cause trouble, but don't be afraid when trouble comes, I will help you." Bai Qingqing said dissatisfiedly at first, and then smiled in her eyes. This gave Zhao Jiuge the illusion that this girl, who always called herself my mother, but was as bright as a summer flower, seemed to be two people.
The skills in the three people's bodies are running, and the spiritual power is released and consumed. At the same time, the vortex in the Dantian is also continuously restoring spiritual power. This is the difference between the foundation-building realm and the spirit-transforming realm.
The three of them had wasted too much time in front of them, so they did not stop along the way. They relied on their cultivation in the foundation-building realm to walk as fast as they could, holding flying swords in their hands.
After more than an hour, they quickly arrived at the top of Wuhua Peak. Many people they met along the way turned a blind eye. Those disciples of the Spiritual Transformation Realm did not pose any threat to them. The only ones who needed attention were the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The top of Wuhua Peak is not large, but it has been artificially mined.
There is a natural platform of hundreds of square meters. After being manually excavated by the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect, the top of the mountain is as flat as walking on the ground. There are swaying towering ancient trees all around, either tall and straight, or curved around the cliff. When we get here , you have a panoramic view of most of the entire Wuhua Peak.
Because the altitude of the top of the mountain is high, clouds and mists float by from time to time, which makes Zhao Jiuge feel like he can pick the stars with his hands.
However, when Zhao Jiuge continued to look at the scenery around the top of the mountain, his heart suddenly sank, because several figures had already appeared on the other side of the stone platform on the top of the mountain. It seemed that they were still late due to the delay on the road, but it didn't matter. After all, the fun has only begun now.