If this Returning Monk fell to the ground, although he would not die, it would certainly be inevitable that his bones would break and his tendons would break. When the monk was about two feet from the ground, a thin young man stepped forward and raised his hands to the underside of the monk.

A huge whirlwind suddenly appeared and swept the monk in. The whirlwind was so powerful that the robes of the monks around them were blown to the sound of hunting. The monk in the whirlwind spun with the whirlwind, whirring like a huge fan blade on a fan.

The weeds were blown to the ground, and puffs of smoke and dust rose on the ground, fascinating everyone's eyes. The monk finally landed, rolled on the ground a few times, and stopped in a patch of weeds, but fortunately he was not injured.

With the experience of the past, the monks no longer dared to climb upwards, and retreated along the cliff one after another.

It seems that there is no other way but to defeat that wild boar!

There is such a big place in the canyon, and the monks of the four sects do not need to gather deliberately, and the distance between everyone is not too far. He Jian walked to Luo Fei'er's side, although He Jian's cultivation is the highest among these people, and he has cultivated qi at the ninth level, but in terms of the strength of the sect, the strongest is of course the Tianyi faction, not only the largest number of people, but also two monks who practice qi at the eighth level, of course, the Tianyi faction has the most right to speak.

"I haven't asked yet, what is this fairy called?"

It seemed that this woman in the yellow shirt should be the leader of the Tianyi faction, so He Jian looked at her.

"Lophier. ”

Lofiel bowed slightly.

"Now we can say that we are in the place of death, I don't know what Fairy Luo has planned?"

Luo Fei'er has been in the sect for a short time, and has been practicing penance, and in terms of experience, she thinks that she is far inferior to these monks who have lived in the sect for a long time. She heard He Ping talk about the person in front of her, and knew that the other party's name was He Jian, and she had a great favor to He Ping, so she was very polite to the other party.

"Senior Brother He, don't be so polite, just call me Luo Fei'er. I don't know what Senior Brother can do?"

He Jian smiled bitterly: "Actually, it's not a good way, I think there is no other way than to break through, right?"

Luo Fei'er had already thought of this, but if she broke through, I was afraid that the casualties would be very large.

"Senior Brother He, why don't you call the Kunlun faction and the Guixin faction to discuss together?"

"All right! I'll call out to the person they're doing. After He Jian finished speaking, he turned around and said, "Song Daoyou, Huang Daoyou, can you come over and talk about it?"

Song Weixing and Luo Fei'er had just dealt with each other, and the disciple who led the leader of the Returning Heart Sect turned out to be the thin young man. This young man's name is Huang Haoran, and he is also an eighth-level Qi cultivator. In fact, for the outer disciples, the eighth layer of qi cultivation is almost the limit, and there are very few monks who practice the ninth layer of qi.

The cultivation resources of the outer disciples are extremely scarce, and they can cultivate to the eighth level of Qi cultivation, almost all of them are extremely tenacious people, you must know that the spiritual roots of the outer disciples are generally quite different from the inner disciples.

These disciples will naturally be looked upon by the sect, and they will basically be selected to enter the inner gate before reaching the ninth level of qi training. Generally speaking, the disciples who are selected from the outer gate to enter the inner gate have a lot of potential, except for some real geniuses, many of the original inner disciples are not comparable to them, and these people have gone further on the path of cultivation.

When the leaders of the four factions got together, everyone couldn't come up with a good solution, so it seemed that they could only break through.

The wild boar's attack power is super strong, and if you break through, it is obvious that the casualties will not be light. As for which faction to make the main force and which faction assists, it has become a question again, and everyone is arguing. In the end, I came up with a solution that didn't work, although the canyon exit was not wide, it was about ten meters. Everyone divided the exit into four long strips, and each of the four sects occupied one piece, in fact, they also stood in one direction to attack the wild boar.

The four directions are determined by the drawing of lots by each sect, and as for the tactics of each sect, that is the problem of each sect itself.

The Tianyi faction is located in the center to the left. Just like when dealing with the swarm, the disciples were divided into six squads according to the spirit root attributes, and the leaders of each squad were under the command of each team leader. When the same spell is stacked together, the effect will increase a lot, and it will be more effective both offensive and defensive.

The division of labor of the Tianyi faction made the other sects very interested, and they soon learned from it.

The ranks of monks divided into several echelons slowly moved forward, carefully approaching the boar.

He Ping, as a Mu Linggen monk, was originally supposed to be in the second echelon, but in view of his perverted physical skills, he took the initiative to ask to enter the first echelon, in the middle of the first row. This is a moment of life and death for everyone, and He Ping naturally can't hide it obviously, at least let Luo Fei'er, the captain, have a light on his face.

Luo Fei'er's eyes were full of reluctance, but seeing He Ping's firm eyes, she knew that it was useless to say more, and in front of everyone, she couldn't seem too favoritism.

"Brother He, be careful!"

He Ping patted Luo Fei'er's arm and said with a smile: "Don't worry!"

He Ping was not completely adventurous, although his spiritual roots were rubbish, but in terms of physical fitness, none of the monks present could match him. Just because his physical quality is almost twice as high as that of others, he has already become an outlier, not to mention that he has the identity of a body refiner, which is naturally not comparable to ordinary monks.

As long as he does not directly face the fangs of the wild boar, He Ping believes that the wild boar cannot cause fatal damage to it, and he believes that as long as he is careful and dodges the fangs of the wild boar, it should not be a big problem.

In fact, He Ping is still a little confused, what happened to him is very strange. What the hell is going on with this resemblance to the double buff in the game? If he hadn't played the game at all, he would have suspected that he had crossed over into the game. What he didn't understand was that his cultivation speed was not as slow as rumored, and it was not even much slower than that of ordinary outer disciples, you must know that he was a sixth-line spiritual root, and with his qualifications, it should be much slower. Of course, the strength of the mana of the six spiritual roots is not comparable to that of ordinary monks, from this point of view, He Ping can say that the cultivation speed is amazingly fast! Is this still a garbage spiritual root?

The detachments soon entered the battle arena, and the monks around He Ping put on various defensive spells for themselves, some were dressed in golden armor, and some were heavy rock armor. He Ping was very envious, but unfortunately he couldn't, he could only put a layer of pale yellow light mask on his body, the most basic golden light technique, and then added a wind movement technique to himself to increase speed, and finally He Ping summoned a big green shield and held it in his hand.

In a moment, He Ping released three kinds of spiritual root spells, although they were all entry-level except for wood-based spells, they also made the surrounding monks look sideways. How many unknown methods does this guy have? He doesn't use the two intermediate-level spells of the gold and wind systems, just to not attract too much attention, right? This kid is diao enough, but how can this method of covering his ears and stealing the bell be able to hide it from everyone? I'm afraid this guy is the first person in the outer gate! Everyone looked at He Ping's eyes and changed several times, full of jealousy.

"Entanglement!" Lofeel shouted, opening the curtain on the battle.

The wild boar was instantly surrounded by green mist, and the green mist dissipated, and the wild boar was tied into a huge zongzi.

"Falling rocks!"

A deep voice rang out. In an instant, a dense mass of stones appeared in the sky above the boar's head.

"Whew-"

The boar roared and rose from the ground, making a ruffled noise, and the vines that bound its limbs snapped one by one.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack......"

Dozens of pieces fell like raindrops, and even though the wild boar had amazing physical strength, it was smashed and trembled, and its footsteps shook for a while.

"Giant Blade!"

The Kunlun faction was on the right side of the Tianyi faction, and a pleasant female voice sounded. The wild boar has rough skin and thick meat, and ordinary wind blades naturally can't hurt it in the slightest. The giant blade is different, condensing the mana in the body into a huge wind blade, and the power is naturally not the same as that of an ordinary wind blade.

A cyan blade of light more than a meter long emerged from mid-air, spinning and striking at the wild boar.

"Poof, poof, poof......"

There was a cutting sound, the cyan light blade shattered one by one, and shallow blood marks appeared on the boar's skin.

The boar was finally enraged, and turned sharply and opened its bloody jaw.

"Ice Wall!" "Ice Wall!" ......

Almost at the same time, four voices rang out from the ranks of the four sects. Countless ice walls appeared in front of the four teams, densely packed and connected.

The prediction of everyone was right, and the boar's mouth really emitted some kind of spell. Countless silvery-white debris shot out of its jaw, and as it left it, the debris grew larger and larger, growing into spear tips that were more than half a foot long. The silver spear tips struck the walls of ice with the momentum of breaking bamboo.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

Walls of ice shattered and turned into piles of crushed ice. Thankfully, the ice wall was dense enough to block most of the power of the silver spear. But a small number of spear tips pierced through the ice wall and struck the monk. For a while, the shouts came and went, and under the wild boar's single move, many monks were already injured.

The ice wall in front of He Ping was not strong, and there were actually three silver spear tips that broke through the ice wall and rushed straight towards He Ping. He Ping's green giant shield met the tip of the spear, and with a snap, the giant shield was directly pierced. He Ping reacted extremely quickly, and the huge wooden stick in his left hand was swung violently.

Smack-

The three silver spear tips struck the wooden stick almost simultaneously, sinking deep into it.

"Fireball!"

It was the Kunlun faction that collectively issued a spell. The Fireball Technique requires a short charge of power, and is much more powerful than a simple Fireball Technique. Clusters of flames rose in the monk's hands, and the flames grew larger and larger, and slowly swirled into a round ball of fire.

Skull-sized fireballs flew out of the ranks of the monks and smashed into the boar. The boar's fur began to twist and deform, making a sizzling sound, accompanied by an unpleasant smell of burning.

He Ping had already condensed the green giant shield again, although the defense was not too good, but it was better than nothing! Many monks around He Ping had been injured, and he was not bad, at least he was not injured.

Seeing the fireballs that continued to explode on the wild boar's body, He Ping thoughtfully, put the huge wooden stick under his ribs, and took out a transparent bottle from the storage bag, which contained a whole bottle of transparent liquid, like a bottle of pure spring water.