I don't know how much fairy grass has been scavenged along the way, Nuomi turned his head sideways, smiled and talked to the pillar, while paying attention to where Fuji Xiaoqiao in his arms wanted to go.

Fuji Xiaoqiao was happily receiving, but his waving hands suddenly stopped, his little ears moved slightly, as if he heard something, and without waiting for Nuomi's reaction, he suddenly twisted his body, turned into a white light, and suddenly got into Nuomi's chest.

Its movement was too fast, and Nuomi only felt that the white light flashed in front of him, and his hand had lost weight. When she lowered her head, there was still the shadow of Fuji Xiaoqiao in her hand, and the little guy had already fled back to the ethereal illusion.

There was already a shouting voice behind Nuomi.

"Deputy Miao is in charge, Miao is in charge!"

The one who would greet Nuomi like this was obviously not a disciple of their Qianren Sect, and it was no wonder that Teng Xiaoqiao shrank back and hid.

Nuomi stretched out her hand to straighten the neckline that had been messed up by Fuji Xiaoqiao, and then turned around, and saw two monks who looked a little familiar, running towards where she was in a panic. The two monks had a look of panic on their faces, and it was certainly not a good thing to see that what they were about to say.

"What's wrong?" Nuomi hurriedly asked.

The two monks finally ran in front of Nuomi, and they didn't care about panting, and they had already opened their mouths and said urgently, "Oh no, something happened!" Today, a small team that was separated was missing. When we were looking for it, we came across those scattered cultivators who were entrenched in the old site of Xuantian Pavilion. Before we could say anything, those loose cultivators opened their mouths and scolded, saying that someone was missing from their side, and it must have been done by our people. Those loose cultivators speak ugly, and you Qianren Sect have disciples...... There are disciples...... Said to fight with each other for the spirit vein! ”

“…… What the? When Nuomi heard this, he was immediately startled, "Nonsense!" ”

Glutinous rice didn't have time to ask anything. His hand reached back, pulled the pillar and ran forward. He didn't take two steps before he was stopped by the two monks next to him. Re-directional, he turned and ran towards the place of the battle.

The so-called Dou Ling Vein, glutinous rice has only been heard of in other people's mouths.

When she used to be a casual cultivator with Xiao Jingyan, she had come into contact with a lot of casual cultivators from all over the world. Those casual cultivators always happily came to Nuomi's side to speak, and she listened to a lot of things between those casual cultivators. And among them, the ultimate way to solve problems is to be used. It's this fighting spirit vein.

Because this fighting spirit vein is compared to. It's not those acquired efforts or other things like cultivation or taking pills, what is being compared is the most primitive spiritual vein foundation, and it can also be said to be a kind of competition for pure talent. This kind of competition is the most brutal way. It's "Bangdan".

The two cultivators of the Dou Ling Vein condensed their dantian voids out of their bodies with each other, and used all their spiritual energy to drive and collide with each other. If the gap between the spiritual veins and spiritual roots of the two sides is too large, it may even cause the dantian of one of the parties to be shattered, and it will not be possible to carry out any cultivation from now on.

Ordinary casual cultivators will never compare the spiritual veins with the monks sent by the sect.

After all, the vast majority of those who were casual cultivators were guys with mediocre talents who had never been selected by the sect. But there are also outliers after all. Since the other party dares to propose such a way of fighting, it is obviously talented in this regard and very confident.

In this fairy forest, Nuomi didn't worry about anything else, so he simply used the trick of blowing the wind, and used the power of the breeze to hold up the four of them and run all the way. The monk who called the two men to come and tell the news was astonished.

"This ...... The deputy head of the Thousand Thousand Sect is a monk of the Wind Spirit Root? ”

"I don't know. I've never heard of it. ”

The two monks exchanged glances with each other.

Nuomi just wanted to hurry up and stop a fight, for fear that his disciples would suffer.

However. No matter how fast they ran, even if they used the wind blast spell, they couldn't be faster than the one in front of them. They just collided with each other with the dantian void condensation, and how much time did it take.

They hadn't even gotten close to the area of the battle when they heard a very crisp cracking sound coming from the other side in the distance.

Nuomi was shocked, and she had a bad premonition. She shouted softly, "Senior Brother", and without much explanation, she directly let go of the hand holding the pillar and immediately rushed to the place surrounded by the monks.

When the crowd saw the glutinous rice, they all gave way to an aisle and let the glutinous rice walk into the middle.

From the gap between the monks, the first thing Nuomi saw was a monk disciple wearing the costume of their Thousand Thousand Sects who was kneeling on the ground with his back to her, slightly drooping his shoulders, looking like he had suffered a big loss.

"What's going on?"

Nuomi saw that the disciple of her sect was already half-kneeling on the ground, and Fang Cai rushed all the way over in a hurry, as if she had been poured a basin of cold water all of a sudden, and instantly calmed down, and even her voice of inquiry froze, so cold that the surrounding monks couldn't help but tremble.

"Deputy Commander."

"Deputy Miao is in charge."

Many monks turned their heads to look at Nuo Mi, and many disciples of the Thousand Hundred Sect also came over to Nuo Mi.

Nuomi didn't pay attention to those monks, just nodded, and regardless of the expressions of those scattered cultivators in front of him, he walked directly into the crowd, stopped between the two people who were fighting, and reached out to help the half-kneeling Qianren Sect disciple.

"Deputy Sect Leader......" The disciple of the Qianren Sect looked up at the glutinous rice with a look of shame on his face, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth had not been wiped yet, and he looked very haggard, "I'm sorry, I've embarrassed the sect." ”

"It's nothing, you can rest first." Glutinous rice shook her head.

She was quite anxious when she ran over just now, but in front of this disciple, she suddenly became calm and light, and there was no accusation at all.

The scattered cultivators on the opposite side were also stunned for a long time, and after the glutinous rice helped the disciple up, they suddenly laughed out loud, laughing and shouting in a scattered voice.

"Why, the male cultivators can't compare, are you going to send a female cultivator to the field this time?"

"Well, I said. There are so many female cultivators over there, so don't you give us one. We people will treat the nuns well. That girl, don't go back, what's the use of such a weak guy, you better follow us. ”

Sanshu let out a laughing sound as he spoke.

The monks of the sect who had gathered together blushed in an instant.

Especially those disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect were already sad and indignant because of the injuries of their fellow disciples, and when they heard the other party say such provocative words, they suddenly even turned their eyes red, and they couldn't help but turn around and sarcastically.

"What kind of guy is the guy who sneaked up on him?"

"The capable ones in our sect haven't made a move yet, you have already sent the most powerful guys, what is there to be proud of."

"If you want to compare with us, you are still far behind!"

Nuomi didn't pay attention to those guys, and when she saw that the disciple she was holding turned pale, she couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart.

The most uncomfortable thing was probably this monk disciple who was physically and mentally damaged.

"Nothing. I'll refine some pills for you when I go back, and your elixir can't be cultivated. Nuomi whispered a word of comfort to the disciple.

The casual cultivators laughed happily, and although the monks on the side of the Thousand Thousand Sect couldn't help but talk back, in the process, they gradually fell into disadvantage. After all, they did hurt a colleague. No matter what they say, as long as the other party triumphantly says, "Then do it again", they can only be forced to silence.

The monks of those other sect families didn't know much about the situation, but most of the disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect knew what kind of cultivation level the fellow sect whose dantian was damaged was. They are not afraid of losing, but they are not sure of winning.

On the field, I'm afraid it may make the other party more proud.

As soon as there was silence on their side, the scattered cultivators on the other side became even more excited.

"What's the matter, don't you dare!" Scattered cultivation coaxed.

"Don't dare to say anything! The disciples of our Thousand Thousand Sects would rather be defeated, but they would not be afraid! I ......" There was a disciple of the Thousand Thousand Sect who blushed and shouted.

But before he finished speaking, he saw that Nuomi had already reached him with the injured disciple in his arms, and pushed the disciple in front of him.

The disciple of the Thousand Thousand Sect was shouting excitedly, but suddenly there was such a person in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment, and he reached out to catch the injured fellow disciple in a little stunned, and even stopped talking.

"Don't mess around." Nuomi whispered, gently pushed the injured disciple and let it go, then turned decisively, faced the triumphant loose cultivator in the middle, and raised his voice, "You haven't fought enough, have you?" Okay, I'll compare you to you. ”

"Ouch, what's the matter, the little female cultivator can't help but be tempted when she sees that Brother He is powerful?"

"Brother He, you're a blessing."

"Tsk, this is to pity the jade."

As soon as those scattered cultivators heard this, they instantly burst into a commotion again.

"Bastard." Many disciples of the Thousand Thousand Sect couldn't help but grit their teeth and clench their fists.

That's their unwillingness.

The casual cultivator standing on the field was a rough man with calm eyes, his hands folded in front of his chest, his face was as heavy as water, and he did not join in the noise of those casual cultivators.

He didn't feel any relaxation like those loose cultivators, because Nuomi looked young and delicate. On the contrary, when Nuomi spoke, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Nuomi very seriously, then nodded slowly, bowed to Nuomi, and asked, "What do you want to compare." ”

The other party's attitude made the breath held in Nuomi's heart slightly relaxed.

But-

"Whatever you want, I'll compare with you." Glutinous rice said lightly.

The sound of glutinous rice was not loud, but it was like a breeze that could not be blown away, and it swept past the ears of all the monks present at once.

All of a sudden, all the noisy casual cultivators fell silent.

Although they are casual cultivators, they are not fools. The monk who dared to say such things, no matter what he looked like, must have had considerable confidence in himself. (To be continued) R655