Blue thunder fell from the sky on the top of the peak, and all kinds of divine light shot out in an instant.

The Thunder Ridge monks were better, they were used to this kind of environment originally. But Ye Minghui and the monks on his head were a little anxious. Hurriedly sacrificed defensive magic weapons, jumping up and down from time to time.

Ye Ming waved his hand, and held up a colorful and exquisite treasure umbrella on his head, the treasure umbrella emitted brilliance, and thunder and lightning were slashed on it and absorbed by it.

Zhang Guang also sacrificed a magic weapon, which was a golden seal, and the big seal shone brightly above his head, blocking thunder and lightning.

Zhang Jiu took out a golden talisman seal and threw it into the air, and the talisman turned into a light curtain to surround him.

Thunder stood alone, and a thunderbolt struck him, and after a flash of lightning, the thunder and lightning disappeared.

"Ye Minghui's cultivation, listen to my orders and do it. All the treasures you have taken are your own. Ye Ming glanced at Lei Ming deeply and said to the members of Ye Ming's Society.

Ye Minghui and the Jitou Mountain monks began to attack the Leiling monks, and Zhang Jiu also went to these people.

Lei Ming waved his hand, and a thunderbolt exploded in front of Ye Ming and the others, and then he left in the distance.

Ye Ming and the others walked out of the thunder and lightning expressionlessly and chased after Lei Ming.

Zhang Jiu was in the crowd, and in front of him stood a short monk. This monk's realm is the twelfth level of enlightenment, which is one level higher than the cultivation level he revealed. Originally, there were several people in Leiling who took a fancy to Zhang Jiu, and he gained a lot from this treasure hunt, and many monks were red eyes on him. Eventually, the dwarf friars stepped forward, and the men retreated.

This man is short in stature, but very strong. He was shirtless with arms and patterns on his arms. When they met, this person didn't speak, and directly punched Zhang Jiumian to the door.

Zhang Jiu's figure retreated slightly, and there were words in his mouth, and one after another wind blades swept towards the dwarf monk.

The little monk did not dodge, nor did he use any means of defense, allowing the blades of wind to hit him. As if gold and iron were combined, the wind blades grazed his body and bounced to the side, and this man actually resisted those wind blades with his flesh.

Zhang Jiu's face did not change, and he pinched the trick with one hand.

The dwarf monk passed through the wind blade, his stature rising sharply. Suddenly, a wave of heat appeared in front of Zhang Jiu, blowing his hair backwards, and a fist with blue flames appeared in his eyes.

As if he couldn't react, Zhang Jiu only had time to stretch out his other hand to block it.

Although the surrounding battle situation is chaotic, some people have been paying attention to Zhang Jiu's side, seeing this scene, these people all sighed, it seems that Zhang Jiu has been defeated, and they don't even have a chance to drink soup. Originally, I thought that Zhang Jiu would be able to resist for a while, and when both sides were defeated, they would have a chance. But it seems that this nine-master is just lucky, and he has no strength at all.

The short monk punched Zhang Jiu, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes. Zhang Jiu has a lot of treasures, and more importantly, he only got a low-grade spirit treasure not long ago, and with this treasure, he can also be among the masters of Leiling. However, he was a little puzzled why Zhang Jiu didn't use other magic weapons, and he originally prepared a lot of means to deal with the magic weapons that Zhang Jiu might offer.

He was not worried about the treasures captured by the Treasure Raiders Club, these treasures had to be practiced before they could be used again, after all, these treasures had gone through many years, and the "spirit" of the treasures had to be reactivated. Even a broken low-grade spiritual weapon would have to spend a lot of time cultivating, not to mention other high-grade spiritual weapons.

Although Zhang Jiu obtained the Yin Soul Demon Killing Bell and the Tranquility Needle, these two treasures were not just obtained from the treasure burial place, but because these two treasures were extremely powerful, even if Zhang Jiu wanted to use them, it would take several hours to practice, so the dwarf monk was not worried, he was just wary of his own treasures that Zhang Jiu might take out.

But for some reason, Zhang Jiu only released those wind blades, and then didn't make any moves. Although the dwarf monk was happy in his heart, he was not careless, and he used his aura with all his might, and the blue flame of that fist was even worse, and even a slight sonic boom sounded, if there was no certain protection, it was estimated that the monks in the early stage of foundation building would also have to be planted under this punch.

The fist hit Zhang Jiu's arm, and suddenly a blue electric light exploded at the place of contact, and the sleeve on that arm was instantly torn apart.

The short old man finally couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and said in a low voice: "If you hold it up so much, then die." ”

"Is that all there is to it?" Zhang Jiu looked at the little monk, his face very calm.

In the eyes of the short monk, Zhang Jiu's figure spun. Then his eyes became incredulous.

Bang! The little friar flew into the sky, his figure spinning in a hurricane.

"How did he do it?"

"This ...... It's also too strong. ”

"Hehe, I already knew that how could it be lucky to be the first person in the Treasure Hunting Club? ”

The hurricane slowly dissipated, and the figure of the short monk was thrown far aside, and Zhang Jiu Void beckoned a storage bag to appear in his hand. The little monk slammed to the ground, struggling twice before not moving.

Seeing this scene, the monks who were still fighting around Zhang Jiu subconsciously stayed away. This is a ruthless man, and he will kill him directly.

When a monk died, it seemed to be stimulated, and the battle between the three monks instantly became white-hot.

Zhang Jiu stood alone in place, and there was no one in front of him.

Lei Ming waved his hand and shot out a thunderbolt, and he looked at Zhang Jiu from the top of Lei Peak, his face was a little gloomy.

In front of Ye Ming, there stood a monk with thunder and lightning shining all over his body, and this person was none other than Zhang Xiong, the leader of Leiling.

The thunder and lightning kept falling, and the entire Lei Feng seemed to explode.

Finally, an old man in sackcloth appeared in front of Zhang Jiu.

"Why did his old man appear? Isn't it rumored that his old man is in retreat and impacting the foundation building realm?"

"Why, you're not happy to see the four masters? Leiling has reached the moment of life and death, who can be alone?"

"I didn't mean that, but I was a little surprised that I hadn't seen the four masters for a while. Look, he's already in the Foundation Building Realm?"

"It shouldn't be bad, the aura on his body seems to be very powerful. ”

"The four masters shot, this kid is finished. Zhang Zhuo, fight quickly, and hurry up to support the other brothers. ”

"Interesting, a small shrimp with an eleventh layer of Kailing is worth the four masters, it seems that the temptation of the Lingbao is not ordinarily big. ”

The old man in Mai looked at Zhang Jiu with a strange expression, "You are the number one in this treasure hunt?"

Zhang Jiu nodded, still looking suave.

"I heard that you are the ninth master of Ye Minghui, and today the old man will meet you, the ninth master. As he was talking, the old man in Mai suddenly waved his hand, and a spiritual light struck Zhang Jiu.

Zhang Jiu held up one hand weakly, and his body fell to the side, which was able to avoid the spiritual light.

"No wonder you have the ability to kill the thirteen masters. Hehe, I see how you resist next?"