The pillar had already followed into the crowd at this time, and when he heard what Nuomi said, he didn't rush forward to stop it.

He first glanced at the loose cultivator who was standing opposite the glutinous rice, and then he didn't say anything, but just stood quietly on the side, just like the other monks, just standing and watching.

The pillar naturally wants to keep the glutinous rice behind him all the time.

However, he also knows that he can't completely replace glutinous rice. Since Nuomi opened such a mouth, it means that she already has a plan in her heart.

If you really want to compare, Nuomi's ability is much more powerful than the pillar now, and if she wants to make a move, she won't be able to take the pillar at all.

The disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect standing here made a noisy sound at first, but later found that the pillar was standing beside them, but they did not step forward to stop it, and they slowly quieted down.

The disciples of the Qianren Sect more or less knew the relationship between glutinous rice and the pillars. Not to mention that they really encountered any danger, even if they were a little closer to the deputy head of the sect on weekdays, they would probably be driven away by the pillars. If there was any danger in this situation now, the pillar would definitely step forward to stop it without hesitation.

The pillar did not move, which means that their deputy head of the sect is now in control.

As long as he thought about it, even the disciple of the Qianren Sect who was injured in the dantian couldn't help but smile a little.

Those scattered cultivators were originally coaxing, but after seeing the strange smiles of the monks of the Thousand Thousand Sects on the other side, they also slowly fell silent. No matter how arrogant they are, they can see such a situation, and when they see the calm and relaxed appearance of glutinous rice clothes, they naturally feel that there is a not simple figure standing in front of them.

-- Whatever you want to compare, I will compare with you.

Not everyone would dare to say such a thing.

The Sanxiu standing in the middle of the crowd had a more solemn face, and after thinking about it for a while, he spoke, "Bilinggen." ”

"Don't hit Dan anymore?" Nuomi's voice was quite indifferent, and it even seemed to have a little smile in it.

But those casual cultivators all took back the smiling looks on their faces.

Some of them looked around, their faces quite nervous.

Even they themselves didn't understand what was causing their current tension. But it was precisely because he couldn't understand it that his brother showed the mystery and ability of glutinous rice.

“…… Is it Reiki? ”

"No, it won't. If you can make us chill with your aura, you have to reach the realm where you can condense the aura released into water. How old was that nun, how could she possibly do it? ”

"Hey, just because you're young doesn't mean you're really young."

"That's right."

These casual cultivators are still whispering these conjectures. These thoughts are not respectful thoughts, but there is nothing wrong with thinking so. After all, for them monks, it is true that they cannot distinguish a person's age from their appearance alone.

In this immortal cultivation world, there are not many divine objects that can stop or even change their appearance.

The most important thing is the kind of pressure that glutinous rice brings to them. Although they are all casual cultivators, they have seen quite a lot of the world. They even believed that even a random disciple of Xuantian Pavilion might not be able to cause them such a great oppression. Now that the person who brought them this spiritual pressure was obviously a very young-looking female cultivator, so he told them to be careful.

Especially the rough and horizontal cultivator who was facing Nuomi, the expression on his face had become solemn, and he looked at Nuomi quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

Nuomi still has a smile on her face, and she seems to be quite kind. If it weren't for the coldness in her smile, those casual cultivators might have really been deceived by her skin, thinking that she was really a soft and cowardly female cultivator. However, as long as you take a serious look at the eyes of glutinous rice, you can feel a chill in it.

- She's angry.

All the casual cultivators have such a thought in their hearts.

"What's so fun about Billingen. Didn't you just smash all the dantians? It's very refreshing to watch, why don't you do it again? Nuomi completely ignored the gossip of those loose cultivators, and still looked at the man standing in front of him with a smile.

The solemnity on the monk's face had reached the realm of already, he frowned slightly, raised his hand to the glutinous rice again, and said, "I don't know what to call you?" ”

Glutinous rice responded with a sentence "Miao glutinous rice." ”

The loose cultivator nodded, "Zong Wude." ”

He was looking at the glutinous rice, and the glutinous rice was also observing him.

Nuomi was pretty sure that she hadn't seen this loose cultivator before.

When she first went to the old site of the Xuantian Pavilion to say hello, she was very sure that she had never seen such a loose cultivator in the crowd. As if she herself was very eye-catching, the aura exuded by this loose cultivator standing in the crowd was also quite attention-grabbing, and it was impossible to hide it at all.

This is quite a powerful monk. Nuomi came to such a conclusion in his heart.

However, even if it was Tong Jiao Su Qing or those immortal-like figures standing in front of her now, she would never back down, for the sake of the disciples standing behind her.

Nuomi stopped talking, and the aura in her body suddenly burst out, enveloping everyone.

Even the monks who had been smiling behind them changed their faces all of a sudden.

“…… What a powerful spiritual pressure! Some of the monks exclaimed.

They instinctively released the aura on their bodies to fight, however, those aura was only released for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it was already suppressed by another, more massive spiritual suppression. They can't even have the slightest disobedience in their hearts.

The spiritual pressure emanating from Nuomi's body seemed to have a momentum that dominated the world, and it suppressed them at once, making all of them can't help but bend their heads slightly.

Of these monks, the only one standing upright was the pillar.

Not only because the pillar is the highest level of cultivation among these monks, but also because of his relationship with glutinous rice. He was already quite accustomed to the aura of glutinous rice, so naturally he would not be bent over by this spiritual pressure all of a sudden.

Glutinous rice's eyes flashed slightly, and when he raised his head again, a small bead with a phantom shadow had already condensed in front of him.

The small beads looked verdant, not very large, only the size of a fist of glutinous rice, and there was no deterrent power at all, as if the glutinous rice itself, with a suppleness in it. But it was just such a soft-looking bead, hanging quietly in front of the glutinous rice, as if it was ready to fight for life and death.

"Are you really not thinking about thinking about colliding with me with the dantian?"

When Nuomi said this, she was still smiling on her face, and even the corners of her eyes were bent, as if she was really smiling. Although none of the monks outside saw her expression, listening to the voice of glutinous rice, they couldn't imagine that what she was talking about was such a life-and-death struggle.

Zong Wude gritted his teeth, and finally squeezed out two words from his mouth, "No need." ”

-- There is no need to compete in a battle that you know you will lose.

"Is that really good?" Nuomi still has the same smiling appearance, "If you give in to this place, I'm afraid that on the path of cultivation, you will have to pay ten times and a hundred times more effort to reach a higher level." ”

Nuomi's words are not to scare Zong Wude.

Every monk has his own path to follow.

And what these casual cultivators rely on should be their own strength. If she retreated in front of a female cultivator like her, Zong Wude would probably fall a lot of shadows in her heart. Glutinous rice said that he would put in 100 times the effort, which is already a light statement. If Zong Wude's mind is not strong, maybe he will have to stay in this shadow all the time, and he will never make an inch for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, after she said this, Zong Wude's face, which had been expressionless, suddenly showed a little smile. The smile was fleeting, as if with infinite helplessness, and said, "It's better to work hard than not to work hard." ”

Glutinous rice was stunned, and suddenly she couldn't be angry anymore.

Zong Wude was right. This is also something you want to do, and there is nothing to force it. If the other party knows that he is invincible, then decisively admitting defeat is also a kind of wisdom.

Nuomi couldn't help but glance back at the disciple of the Thousand Thousand Sect who was being supported behind him.

She knew this disciple, and as soon as her mind turned, she already remembered the disciple's usual behavior—it was indeed an impulsive.

Such a thought flashed through Nuomi's mind.

War? No war?

War.

Nuomi didn't speak, but he didn't insist on hitting the dantian with Zong Wude. She waved her hand slightly, and the emerald dantian phantom condensed in front of her seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Well, if you want to compare the spiritual root, then it is better than the spiritual root."

Glutinous rice is not caring about it now.

As soon as the jasper bead-like phantom in front of her disappeared, she had already flipped her hand over, palm facing up, and held it in the air, as if she was gently holding an invisible egg.

With the movement of her hand, a shadow like rainbow light suddenly appeared from her palm and circled around her hand, and the volley wrapped around her wrist. The color of that light was very bright, it was a bright green, and it made people happy to see it.

“…… Wood spirit root, so rich wood spirit qi. ”

I don't know which of the monks whispered, but in this silent scene, it was so loud that it reached the ears of every monk at once.

Zong Wude suddenly showed a bitter smile again.

He felt like he couldn't figure it out. Spirit was not his strong point at all, and now when he looked at the vivid light in the palm of the other party's palm, he knew that he probably had no chance of winning. (To be continued.)