How did the thousands of martial artists present know that their role is just cannon fodder, and the so-called sharing of exercises is nothing more than a gimmick.

The real beneficiaries are still the top and very few people.

In the martial arts world, strength is always respected, and everyone is themselves.

Resource sharing for the benefit of the world's warriors?

Hehe...... Only fools do it.

"Master Yanchen, you said that we didn't send a single soldier or kill the enemy, did you make a contribution to the Lingyin Taoist Temple? Aren't you all the same? Lou Yuanqing stroked his beard and smiled slightly.

Everyone is like this, what are you pretending to be high here?

On the side, a white plain-clothed Taoist aunt heard this, and immediately shouted angrily:

"Why do you say that, Master's left arm was cut off by foreign thieves on the battlefield forty years ago! And ......"

"Huiyu, talkative!"

Yan Chen angrily reprimanded and stopped him, why should he tell these people about these things.

There is no Buddha in troubled times, and there is no way in prosperous times.

This sentence is not just talking, in troubled times, Taoist priests have come down the mountain to save the common people from fire and water.

There are less than 100 people in the Lingyin Taoist Temple today, and you must know that in the most glorious period in the past, there were nearly 1,000 people.

It's just that with the battles, these Dao Gus in the Lingyin Dao Temple have all stayed on the battlefield forever......

Dao Gu named Huiyu had an indignant face, but she stopped talking.

The scene fell silent for a while, only the mountain breeze blew by, and then everyone noticed that the left arm of the Yanchen master was empty, and the cuffs swayed with the wind.

As a female streamer, being able to kill the enemy on the field is enough to make people feel awe-inspired.

Situ Yiyun Xingyuan and Lou Yuanqing all frowned slightly, and after a few simple exchanges, Lou Yuanqing took a step forward.

"Master Yanchen, we are here today just for the sake of the Xuanyang Sutra of your view, and we don't want to hurt people."

"Let's do it, let's each send a disciple to compete, if we lose, we will go down the mountain immediately, if you lose, we will hand over the Xuanyang Sutra, how about it?"

Lang Lang's words fell, it seemed to be fair and just, but in fact, it was still a threat.

Thousands of martial artists gathered here, and you have no choice at all.

Yan Chen fell into deep thought, and several nearby Dao Aunts suddenly shouted in unison: "Master? ”

In their opinion, today, even if they die in battle, they must stick to the Taoist temple, and there is no need to compromise with the other party at all.

Yan Chen didn't think like this, but the disparity between the enemy and me is so great, even if he sacrifices his life to protect each other, in the end, he will inevitably end up being wiped out.

If you die, you will die, but a hundred disciples can't die for nothing.

"If you want to compete, the poor nun will accompany you!" Yan Chen held the sword in his right hand and took one step at a time.

"Hehe......"

Lou Yuanqing sneered, "Although Master Yanchen has a deep understanding of the true meaning of the Xuanyang True Scripture, after all, she is a female streamer, and when it is spread out, it is inevitable that we will bully women with men, so let the juniors compete, don't worry, for the sake of fairness, I will also send a female disciple." ”

"Qi Ning!"

As soon as the words fell, a young woman twisted her body and stepped out, holding a fan in her hand, fanning it gently, although it was a little beautiful, but more of a charm.

Judging from his face, he is at most in his twenties, but as a martial artist, he can no longer tell his true age from his face.

"Master, I'll come."

With a coquettish shout, a plain-clothed Taoist girl held a long sword, and the other flew forward, it was the female disciple named Huiyu just now, she was the eldest disciple of the Lingyin Taoist Temple, and she was duty-bound to this kind of competition.

"What a pretty little face."

Na Ning fanned the fan in his hand, staring at this Dao Gu, with a strange yin and yang sound.

"However, what I hate the most is your beautiful face that brings disaster to the country and the people!"

As a woman, jealousy is in nature, especially for the narrow-minded.

"Qi Ning, point to the end, don't hurt your life."

Lou Yuanqing stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This sentence is tantamount to just making a show, and they are all killed in front of the gate of the Lingyin Taoist Temple, and there is no point to go.

It's just hypocritical.

When Qi Ning heard this, he snorted coldly, and the jealousy in his eyes was difficult to hide.

"Don't worry, I won't kill her."

The strange voice is obviously something in the words.

Hmmm——!

As soon as the words fell, Qi Ning suddenly unfolded the fan in his hand, accompanied by a series of friction sounds, obviously the fan in his hand was made of metal, and the top of the fan bone flashed with a sharp cold light, taking the lead in moving.

Huiyu was on tiptoe, holding a long sword, facing the attack, the white plain clothes flew in the wind, coupled with the appearance of "disaster to the country and the people", which caused that Qi Ning to be jealous and hateful.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth slightly, and the iron fan in his hand slashed over, and the direction of the attack was the other party's face.

Huiyu's face was indifferent, looking at the whistling iron fan, a touch of anger couldn't help but rise in his heart, the other party's methods were extremely vicious.

Clang!

With a metal collision, accompanied by flying sparks, Huiyu stood in front of him with a long sword in his hand, and stubbornly resisted the other party's blow.

Qi Ning didn't have any surprise, and there was still a cold smile on the corner of her mouth.

The next moment, a row of tiny silver needles suddenly burst out from the fan bone, flashing with a pitch-black luster, obviously highly poisonous.

Huiyu was suddenly shocked and suddenly retreated.

Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Although she dodged with all her might, at such a close distance, there were still three sticks that directly penetrated her body.

"Senior Sister Huiyu!"

The Dao Aunts exclaimed, and they obviously saw that the corners of their senior sisters' mouths had blood stains overflowing.

"Huiyu, don't fight, come back!"

Yanchen shouted.

How could she not know Huiyu's strength as a master, although she had reached the third-grade emperor realm, the other party was only a second-grade, but under this blow, the opponent's moves were obviously extremely insidious, and Huiyu was difficult to deal with.

Huiyu wiped away the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, and stared at Na Ning with resolute eyes, obviously not ready to admit defeat.

In normal times, she would listen to her master's words, but now, she can't admit defeat!

Seeing that the other party could still stand after being hit by three poisonous needles, a flash of surprise flashed in Qi Ning's eyes.

She fanned the poison of the silver needle, even if she couldn't kill the Emperor Realm and make it incapacitated, it was still an easy matter.

"The Xuanye True Scripture can cure all kinds of poisons, it seems that what is said is true."

Lou Yuanqing said in a low voice, and the covetous color in his eyes was even more undisguised.

And the chill on Qi Ning's face was even stronger, and he secretly accumulated strength under his feet, and rushed up again.

Phew——!

The iron fan in his hand danced instantly, driving a gust of wind, still running towards Huiyu's face.

With the experience of the previous car just now, Huiyu didn't dare to be careless, and took the initiative to stab out with a sword, wanting to keep a certain distance from it, even if the poisonous needle was issued, there would be enough time to deal with it.

However, what she didn't expect was that just as the blade was about to touch the iron fan, there was a sudden explosion and muffled sound.

Boom!

More than a dozen fan bones shattered in an instant, turning into dense sharp flying blades, accompanied by a disgusting stench, which hit in an instant.

How could Hui Yu have expected this scene, and hurriedly swung his sword to slash down, blocking most of the flying blades, but there was a sharp pain in many places on his body in an instant, especially on his face.

Mi stared at the wounds on the other party's face, and suddenly showed a satisfied smile, as if he felt that he was still unfinished, and a true qi gradually condensed in his palm.

"The beautiful face is gone, then, this proud figure, let's show it to everyone."

The voice fell, and he directly slammed it down.

Whew——!

The sound of breaking bamboo resounded through the valley, and everyone only felt that their eardrums were hurting, and they couldn't help but raise their heads, but there was a flower in front of them, and a red light hit like lightning.