"Can't hide it?"

Looking at the two figures walking slowly on the stone path, a mocking smile appeared under the gloomy gaze of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

He was finally waiting for him.

As long as they can absorb the vitality of these two people after being refined by Shenhua, the scattered cultivators who escaped are not a loss at all.

"Run, why don't you run?" Seeing that the two of them had arrived, the aggrieved middle-aged Confucian couldn't help but let go of the mockery.

The expected scene where Jiang Chuan threatened him as a disciple of the Yunshui Sect did not happen.

The two of them looked serious, and their eyes were extremely serious, which made the middle-aged Confucian think of himself for a moment.

In the past, when he encountered the enemy of life and death, he also relied on his seriousness and prudence to repeatedly turn danger into danger and escape.

"Do you think of me as an adversary?" The middle-aged Confucian was stunned, and then sneered.

Previously, because he couldn't be distracted, he was injured by a group of qi-cultivating cultivators who didn't talk about martial arts.

But at the moment, there are only two small qi cultivators, how can they escape from him.

Jiang Chuan and the two crossed the Qiqi Washing Monument and came to the opposite side of Confucianism.

Between the two sides, there is only a layer of translucent remnants.

The middle-aged Confucian was not in a hurry.

He wondered if these two people really had a way to avoid the remnants of the formation.

"Miss Jiang, do you really want to do it?" Although he agreed to the other party, when it came to the moment, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but ask again.

It's not that he doesn't have the heart to fight with people. But it is the first time I have encountered this kind of hard stubble, and it is inevitable that there is a worry of "dying before leaving the school".

If you haven't done it, it will be a shame for the traverser.

"If you're afraid, stay by yourself."

Jiang Li glanced at him, because of his tall stature, Jiang Chuan felt uncomfortable being looked down on when he spoke.

Jiang Chuan thought about it seriously and asked again:

"Then may I ask Miss Jiang, are you beautiful?"

Jiang Li's expression froze, and when he looked at Jiang Chuan, there seemed to be a spark burning.

Is that a question asked?

"Forget it, don't ask." Jiang Chuan is not interesting to himself.

In fact, what he thought was that if the two died here and the matter spread, after the mouths of the good deeds, would there be a poignant love story between handsome men and beautiful women.

Gee.

The two of them come and go, especially Jiang Li still has a young man's face, which makes the middle-aged Confucian can't help but think about it.

This junior of the Yunshui Sect shouldn't have any special hobbies.

"Helpless!"

Jiang Chuan sighed and looked at Confucius, making the latter feel a chill behind him.

The net worth of the foundation building monk should be very rich.

Thinking in his heart, he soared up, like a wild goose skimming the air, passing through the remnants of the array, like an arrow from the string, stabbing at the middle-aged Confucian student.

Kill.

In the cold cheer, Jiang Chuan's sword eyebrows were raised, and his handsome face was full of murderous aura.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Confucius shook his head and smiled, waved his one arm, and a black qi like a snake python slammed straight into Jiang Chuan in mid-air.

And just as he waved his sleeves, Jiang Li clasped his hands together, and the rolling true qi poured into the talisman treasure in his palm.

Jiang Chuan would not be arrogant enough to think that he could compete with a foundation-building monk.

When the black qi hit, his body lightened, and he fell to the ground like a leaf, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and shot out against the ground, approaching the front of Confucius.

The spikes of the water splitting thorns flowed with a seeping cold light, pointing directly at the other party's lower three paths.

"Junior, you ......"

The middle-aged Confucian suddenly felt a chill under him, and he was furious, and a gloomy bone spear flew out from behind him.

If Jiang Chuan dares to come closer, he will definitely be pierced by a bone spear.

"Go."

The lock cloud ring on the wrist broke through the air to meet it.

Although the master's deeds of the two high-grade spiritual weapons were poor, they were of the same quality after all, enough to hold the bone spear for a few breaths.

At the moment when the lock cloud ring was pierced by the bone spear, the black oil light emitted, and the body of the bone spear moving forward was stunned, and it was suddenly locked by the spirit weapon.

Jiang Chuan was not far in front of Confucius.

Before the water thorn could be stabbed out, a cloud-white long silk suddenly flew out of the remnant formation, wrapping around Jiang Chuan's waist, and the soft force deflected it by a few points.

A black light that was difficult to see with the naked eye pierced from Jiang Chuan's original position.

"Be careful, his flying needle contains a sinister aura, and must not be stabbed."

Bai Aya put it away, and Jiang Li's voice came from behind him.

Once the yin evil enters the body, it will dissolve in the true qi and run with the qi, damaging the tendons and wounds, and it is extremely difficult to pull out.

Jiang Chuan was alert, his figure retreated, and he returned to the formation with Jiang Li, who had just come out of the remnants to rescue.

At this time, the rune treasure in Jiang Li's hand had disappeared, leaving only a dazzling purple light, she looked at Jiang Chuan, and said solemnly:

"You've got to keep holding him back and keep him from being distracted."

Jiang Chuan gave the answer with practical actions.

Seeing the unimpeded passage of the two in the remnant formation, Confucian Sheng was annoyed.

I almost forgot.

He was stuck here, and the two of them couldn't leave.

But the two of them were hiding in it, and it was difficult for him to kill them for a while.

Damn it.

Thinking that the Yin Spirit Water on his body was used up on these people, Confucian Sheng's expression became more and more ugly.

The only way to do it is to use thunder.

Seeing Jiang Chuan walking out of the remnant formation, Confucian Sheng pinched the trick with one hand, and a black mist continued to pour out from behind him, gathering into a black python that was more than ten feet long, looking up to the sky and hissing, and biting the past.

Spell transformation, this is the ability of the foundation building monk, far beyond Jiang Chuan's phantom water trick can be compared.

The black and faint mouth opened, and a cold attack came, and bursts of tearing power were transmitted, wanting to suck Jiang Chuan in.

The cuffs shook, and as soon as more than a dozen rays of light flew out, they were pulled into the python's mouth, and before the Confucian students could see what it was, an explosion sounded, thunder rumbled, and the fire was filled.

The injured black python's body was difficult to maintain, and it turned into a black mist and dissipated.

"Talismans?" Confucian recognized Jiang Chuan's methods.

This junior has a high status in the Yunshui Sect, and it is reasonable to have a spirit talisman to protect him.

However, using more than a dozen middle-grade spirit runes of the Thunder and Fire genus at one time still made Confucian secretly scold this group of sect disciples for being incompetent, and would only use the power of the master to show off their might.

The formula was pinched, and the black python condensed again.

But before it could take shape, Jiang Chuan used the light body method and went to the left, wanting to avoid the frontal confrontation and go around to the flank or rear to attack.

However, as soon as he took a step, he hurriedly retreated.

At some point, the miserable bone spear stopped there, and the sharp edge was pointed at him.

The Divine Consciousness Imperial Weapon of the Monk in the Foundation Building Period is indeed not easy to be approached.

Without looking at the right side of the other party's deliberate release, he let out a low snort, and there was a surge of water and gas around him, and the layers of water flow ladders slowly condensed, crossed the back of the black python, and went straight to the front of Confucius.

"Fish and Dragon Treasure Scroll", the key to ascending.

Jumping up, stepping on the water steps, just took a few steps, the black python with its head bowed its head raised its head, like a dragon turning over, and in an instant, its body swirled, and it bit towards the river above.

Jiang Chuan's expression remained unchanged and he continued to move forward, and his fluttering cuffs once again sprinkled more than a dozen spiritual lights.

This time, it was not only a medium-grade spirit rune, but also a few high-grade thunder and fire spirit runes.

A mere spell was formed, how could it resist these several attacks that were not inferior to it, and the sound of explosions dispersed into mist again.

Unconsciously, Jiang Chuan came to Confucius again, only three feet away.

The only bone spear and black needle spirit weapon were urged by the divine sense, and they quickly rushed back, stabbing Jiang Chuan in the back.

There was water light on Jiang Chuan's body, and a wide and thick wall of water appeared in the front and back, and it was difficult for the two spiritual weapons to stab down for a while.

A top-tier defensive rune?

The middle-aged Confucian student's expression changed greatly.

At this moment, a long-forgotten black ring-shaped spirit weapon was urged by the divine sense, and suddenly jumped up from behind him, and under his incredulous gaze, it gradually enlarged, enclosing him in it.

The brilliance of black oil was pervasive, and the middle-aged Confucian student felt a sense of drowsiness.

Not good.

Forcibly endured the fatigue of running the skill, and there was a continuous sound of lightning and thunder in the sky above.

A dark cloud appeared above him at some point, thunder and arcs flashing, brewing terrifying power.

Without Jiang Chuan's urging, the cloud light formed by the two top-level spirit runes of the Cloud Thunder Fu and the Electric Light Fu followed the Yin Qi on Confucius's body, and continued to fall down with a roar, submerging it like a tide.

Jiang Chuan didn't even look at the ending of Confucianism, jumped to the side to avoid it, took out the Sun Talisman in his hand, and continued to urge the Lock Cloud Ring with that weak divine sense, hoping to trap it for a little longer.

How could Jiang Li, who had been preparing for a long time, let go of the opportunity that Jiang Chuan had worked so hard to create.

Stepping out of the formation, he launched the dazzling purple light in his palm.

Whoa.

A real thunderbolt pierced the sky, and in the midst of lightning and thunder, there was a terrible scream on the ground covered by dark clouds.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan also raised his head and wailed.

"You're hurt?" Jiang Li's body was like the wind, and when he came to Jiang Chuan, he hurriedly held him up and asked with concern.

Immediately after, she heard Jiang Chuan's whispers.

"My high-grade spirit weapon, my lock cloud ring, my three thousand spirit stones......"

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