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What the heck?

The little yellow chicken raised by Zhao Muyang flew to the Xianzhen Sect and harmed the elixir of his family's entire five medicinal fields?

Either this strong man is telling a bad joke.

Or, it's this little yellow chicken, not the ordinary little chicken beast that Song Zhi knows.

Adhering to the principle of the unknown situation when he first arrived, Song Zhi decisively chose to watch from the wall.

She was silent, and Zhao Muyang, who was standing beside her, mustered up the courage to step forward and protect Song Zhi behind her.

"Impossible!"

"When I left the sect, I obviously imposed a ban on the chicken coop."

"Unless someone opens the ban, otherwise, my little yellow chickens will never fly out of the chicken coop, let alone fly to your true medicine field!"

Zhao Muyang tried to straighten his waist and retorted loudly.

What he said was reasonable, and he seemed to be full of confidence, but in fact, his thin body was trembling uncontrollably.

It's clear that it's a strong inward.

Song Zhi looked at Zhao Muyang's jealousy.

She looked at the group of monks who claimed to be disciples of the Xianzhen Sect, counted them slightly, and found that there were a total of eight people on the other side.

Among them, there are five monks of the Three Spiritual Roots, all of whom are foundation building and cultivating.

The Five Spirit Roots accounted for two of them, and both of them were Great Perfections of Qi Refining.

There is only one person in the twin spirit roots, and looking at his momentum, he looks like a golden pill, and he is clearly still in the state of building the foundation of the Great Perfection.

This Twin Spirit Root Cultivator with the best qualifications is the male cultivator who has a rebellious face and forces Zhao Muyang to compensate as soon as he opens his mouth.

Hearing Zhao Muyang's reply at this time, the young male cultivator immediately sneered.

A pair of purple sledgehammers appeared out of thin air in his hands and swooped towards Zhao Muyang.

"Stinky boy, I have to give you something to taste, you can only learn to cooperate, right?"

"Blasting Hammer, give me death!"

Duan Xingci's face was full of cruelty, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He used his spiritual power and hammered towards Zhao Muyang.

If he was hit by that pair of sledgehammers, with Zhao Muyang's cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

No......

Last week, he showed off his martial arts and was highly regarded as a nine-rank alchemist, is this week so weak and pitiful?

Compared with Zhao Muyang, Song Zhi felt that the disciples of the Xianzhen Sect who came to the door to bully people were more like villains.

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"Hey, hey, this fellow Daoist, everyone is an aspiring young man with a bright future."

"It's detrimental to shouting and killing, it's better to listen to my advice, let's calm down first, everyone sits down and has something to say."

Of course, Song Zhi didn't want to meddle in things.

But if she doesn't make a move, the first trouble-making alliance she chooses will be hammered to death in front of her eyes.

Whether it's the plot of the novel, or in the previous life.

Zhao Muyang and her have no contradictions, but the two have a common enemy, that is, Su Zhi, the heroine of the novel.

Therefore, if Zhao Muyang is gone, it will definitely be a big loss to make a big deal about Song Zhi's collapse.

Therefore, Zhao Muyang can't die, at least, he can't die in front of Song Zhi's eyes.

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Although since the beginning of the face, the eight members of the Xianzhen faction have been guarding against Song Zhi who is standing with Zhao Muyang.

But after seeing that Song Weaving's cultivation had fallen and his realm was unstable, several people became unimpressed.

At this time, Song Zhi suddenly made a move, and he used his sword scabbard to easily defuse the attack of the young master Duan Xingci.

Several people from the Xianzhen Sect were taken aback for a moment, and they showed off their sidearms one after another.

Seeing that the scene was about to turn into a melee situation of more against less, Song Zhi hurriedly pulled his voice and called a rational stop.

She is really going to find a place to sit down and let the Xianzhen faction have a good chat with Zhao Muyang.

She promised to be impartial and do a good job as a mediator in the Xiuzhen Realm.

It's a pity that Duan Xingci, who is in the habit of asking Tianshan to walk horizontally, doesn't understand Song Zhi's good intentions at all.

Seeing that she easily blocked his attack, as a sword cultivator, she didn't even have a sword, and it was clear that she looked down on him, where was the arrogant Duan Xingci willing to endure it?

He spat fiercely, and the spiritual power in his palm swam to connect the sledgehammer, but without saying a word, he attacked again.

Only this time, Duan Xingci changed the object to Song Zhi.

Song Weaving, who was entangled by a mad dog: "......"

"No, little brother, what kind of self-confidence makes you dare to face my sister and me single-handedly?"

"Is it because my sister and I look at the crispy noodles, so you think I'm a bully and a good suppression?"

"Hehe, if that's the case, my sister can only regret to inform you, you have lost your eyes and kicked the iron plate!"

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Song Zhi smiled coldly, showing awe-inspiring fearlessness.

In the face of Duan Xingci's full force, she did not advance but retreated.

Duan Xingci is a half-step Jindan cultivator.

It was precisely because of the failure of the advance that he was upset and irritable, and deliberately went to the Lingxian Sect to find Zhao Muyang's bad luck in order to relieve his mood.

It's just that I didn't expect that this time Zhao Muyang not only became tough, but he also found a beautiful female cultivator as a foreign aid.

"Oh, what a dog man and a woman!"

"After Lao Tzu takes you down, it is necessary for the men to cramp and pick the bones, and the women to practice the furnace, so that you can know how powerful I am someone!"

Duan Xingci shouted fiercely, while mobilizing the spiritual power of his whole body to pour on the natal sledgehammer, he swept towards Song Zhi viciously.

The half-step Jindan is on the second floor of the foundation, just like a mantis arm blocking the car, and the result is self-evident.

Zhao Muyang was so frightened by this change that his face turned pale, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily.

At this time, the purple light in Duan Xingci's hand flashed, and the sledgehammer had already hit Song Zhi's head hard.

Just heard a pop, and Song Zhi's beautiful little head exploded like a chicken flying egg.

Zhao Muyang's heart twitched fiercely, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in tears and pounced on Song Zhi's corpse.

"Weaving!"

"Song Weaving!!"

"You don't want to die, please don't die, I'm sorry it's all my fault, I hurt you."

"Don't be afraid, I, I'll help you take revenge, Duan Xingci, you scum of the cultivation realm, I'll fight with you!!"

No one expected that Zhao Muyang, who was still cowardly and easy to bully just now, suddenly broke the jar and fell.

He obviously only has a fifth-level cultivation of Qi refining.

But at this time, his eyes were red, and a flame totem continued to appear on his neck, and in the blink of an eye, his cultivation was raised to the sixth layer of the foundation.

With a soft sound, two blood-red flames suddenly appeared in Zhao Muyang's stretched slender palm.

As if conscious, the flames continued to grow, flying and swaying, and the flames swept away towards Duan Xingci.

"Ahhh

"Help, dad help, I'm going to die, I'm going to be burned to death!"

The blood-red flame turned into a red ribbon, and under the drive of Zhao Muyang, all the eight disciples of the Xianzhen Sect were enveloped.

In less than two breaths, the eight monks were reduced to ashes and carried away into the distance by the wind.

"Weaving, Song Weaving, I'm sorry I killed you, it's all my fault......"

Zhao Muyang, who successfully took revenge, ran out of spiritual power, and he knelt on the ground, holding Song Zhi's corpse, crying with remorse.

The blood-colored flames obediently wrapped around his side, and the small flame hand patted the back of his head as if to silently reassure him.

"The second place in the Eight Great Strange Fires......

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, what other surprises do you have, I don't know?"