While Qin Dong was flying in the air, he was thinking about what to do after arriving at Jinmang Sect. (www>
Seeing that Dulong Mountain was right in front of him, and the Jinmang Sect's headquarters was about to arrive, Qin Dong still couldn't figure out a way, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In the end, he might have to rely on force to solve the problem.
"Get off here!" Just as Qin Dong was lost in thought, a sudden roar came from under his feet. Qin Dong looked down in surprise and saw a green sword energy, which shot towards him like a sharp arrow. This sword energy is not only powerful, but also very powerful. To be able to emit such sharp sword energy, one must have at least the eighth level of cultivation. After all, it’s heaven and earth, and masters are everywhere. Qin Dong did not confront him head-on. Instead, he twisted his waist and passed by the sword energy. At the same time, he controlled his body and slowly landed on the ground.
As soon as this fell, Qin Dong discovered that he had become a turtle in a urn. There were at least fifty or sixty people around him, staring at him with vigilance and hostility.
Qin Dong only changed the scan for a week and immediately discovered that at least two-thirds of the fifty or sixty people were from the fantasy beast clan. The other third are monks with good cultivation. [
When Qin Dong came to the Heaven Realm, it was the first time he encountered the Fantasy Beast Clan, and there were more than thirty of them, and the lineup was very strong. What makes Qin Dong even more shocked is that the cultivation of these thirty or so fantasy beast warriors is not simple. The leader is an old man, with a majestic body, a rough face, and a cultivation level comparable to that of a ninth-level monk. Once he exerts his power, he will probably be no worse than Qing Lang who was trapped on Wulong Island.
There is another man, a middle-aged man in his forties, who is at the eighth level and is the second master after the old man among these fantasy beast warriors. At this time, he is glaring at Qin Dong fiercely, holding a weapon in his hand. The blade of the sword is green, like an emerald long sword. The sword has been unsheathed, so the sword energy just now must have come from this person.
Among the remaining fantasy beast warriors, there are five or six at the seventh level, and the weakest among the rest is at the fifth level. To say its lineup is luxurious is no exaggeration at all. If these fantasy beast warriors arrived on the human continent, they would definitely be able to sweep across all directions.
Compared with these fantasy beast warriors, Qin Dong was more curious about the other dozen human monks. The phantom beast clan is the mortal enemy of human beings. These human monks actually came together with the phantom beast clan, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other. Qin Dong could not but make Qin Dong curious about their identities.
In addition, these dozen human monks are not low in cultivation either. The strongest among them is a handsome man with a rectangular face, red eyes and dark red skin. At first glance, he looks like the reincarnation of Mr. Guan Er. The cultivation level has reached the eighth level, which is comparable to that of the eighth level fantasy beast warrior.
The rest of the people are also at the sixth level, and no one is mediocre at the seventh level.
"Boy, who are you?" When Qin Dong was looking at him, he was also looking at him. The eighth-level fantasy beast warrior who attacked Qin Dong looked around Qin Dong's body several times, but found nothing unusual. He opened his mouth to ask questions with an unkind expression.