Ye Qin's gaze swept over the arrogant blue-clothed monk and the Lingquan Sect monk, and weighed the strength of the monks on both sides.

There are already six Lingquanmen foundation building monks here, although the number is three fewer than the Qingdanmen monks, but their cultivation is generally higher than the nine Qingdanmen monks. Therefore, if you simply look at the strength of cultivation, the two sides are almost a comparison of five or five strengths, and no one has an absolute advantage.

What the final result will be, we will not know until we fight.

It's just that Ye Qin didn't know what amazing means this young sect master had, his tone was so big, he stood in place with confidence and didn't take the initiative to attack, and he seemed to be ten percent sure of cleaning up these Qingdan monks.

Ye Qin looked at the young master with cold eyes, and he found that this young master's face was abnormally pale, almost sickly pale, and bloodless. He couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, immortal cultivators rarely get sick, and this is only the result of cultivating some kind of strange exercises. This young master is probably so arrogant because he is so arrogant because he is excellent at holding his own exercises and has infinite power.

Thinking of this, Ye Qin sneered instead. The fighting method between monks is not one or two extraordinary exercises that can determine victory or defeat. There are many monks who have top-level exercises, but are defeated and killed.

Qian Bojiang's thoughts at the moment were similar to Ye Qin's, and he didn't think that these Lingquan Sect monks in front of him had an advantage. And he also had an idea, Ye Qin's strength was extremely strong, and he had several very powerful magic weapons, as long as he could quickly solve an opponent, then the situation would quickly tilt in their favor.

As long as they work together to kill the blue-clothed monk in front of them, who claims to be the young master of the Lingquan Sect, and the other five Lingquan Sect foundation building monks, they will be able to return to the Spirit Mist City to report to the sect elders.

"Senior brothers, kill me!"

Qian Bojiang discerned the situation clearly, decided to take a risk, roared angrily, his figure flashed, and beckoned all the Qingdan monks to release magic weapons together, and covered up the past towards the Lingquanmen monks.

Elder Du and the other five Lingquan Sect monks reacted extremely quickly, and immediately guarded the blue-clothed monks in the middle, each throwing out magic weapons, forming a simple ring defensive formation, and joining forces to resist the attack of the Qingdan monks.

"Hmph, it seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, don't measure yourself, the young master will send you on the road!"

A sneer and sneer hung on the corner of the blue-clothed monk's mouth, and then, unhurriedly, he patted the storage bag and took out a blue water spirit bead. This water spirit bead is only the size of a fist, round, crystal clear, and has a faint blue luster.

This water spirit bead was held in the hands of the blue-clothed monk in the void.

Within a radius of two or three hundred zhang in the swamp, the blue howling water spirit mist immediately began to evaporate.

The blue-clothed monk hadn't cast any spells yet, and this water spirit bead had already attracted a large amount of water aura from the swamp and gathered around it.

"What is this?"

As soon as this water spirit bead appeared, all the Qingdanmen monks suddenly felt that the water aura in the surrounding swamp had obviously begun to increase, and they were secretly surprised, and some even exclaimed.

When Ye Qin saw the water spirit bead, his eyes lit up, and an indescribable sense of amazement arose in his heart. It was only when he successfully refined the Yuan Shen Magic Weapon Yi Nan Ming Li's Fire Sword that he had such an amazing feeling. This is definitely an extraordinary spiritual treasure, and its value is not below his Yuan Shen magic weapon.

"Magic weapon, this is a magic weapon of the water system! Everyone be careful, stop him from casting spells!"

Qian Bojiang frowned, suddenly remembered something, came to his senses, and shouted loudly.

In the world of cultivating immortals, "instruments" are common, but "treasures" are extremely rare.

As long as there are ores, monks who are proficient in refining weapons can continuously refine them one by one. However, the magic weapon is a treasure generated by heaven and earth, which can only be obtained by immortal cultivators by chance, and cannot be refined in large quantities like magic weapons at all.

Therefore, each magic weapon is often unique and has a magical effect.

The types are different, and some magic weapons have average efficacy. The effect of some magic weapons is surprisingly powerful, and can even change the color of heaven and earth, and the power is terrifying.

Although I don't know what the effect of this water magic weapon in the hands of the young master of the Lingquan Sect is.

But as long as it is a magic weapon, it is usually not an ordinary magic weapon that can be compared.

What's more, the young sect master is so big, and he doesn't take the nine Qingdan foundation building monks in his eyes at all, this magic weapon must be extremely powerful.

Qian Bojiang's eyes showed shock, but it was more of ecstasy, and an irrepressible greed flashed through his heart. If he can get this magic weapon, his strength will definitely increase a lot, but it is far more beneficial than completing the sneak attack mission.

His heart suddenly erupted with a fierce energy, and he frantically killed the Lingquan Sect monk.

Qian Bojiang shouted, and the Qingdan monks suddenly woke up and rushed towards the slaughter even more frantically.

The pressure of the monks of the Lingquan Gate doubled, and they secretly complained bitterly, in fact, they rarely saw the young master take out this water spirit bead to use, and every time the young master wanted to kill someone, he used it.

This water spirit bead, called the water shell spirit bead, is one of the few water magic weapons in the Lingquan Gate, which is extremely powerful, and the only drawback is that the spell is slightly slower. Before the young master finished casting the spell, now they can only resist hard.

The blue-clothed monk seemed to have anticipated the shock of the Qingdan monks and was unimpressed.

"Water Dragon!" the blue-clothed monk snorted coldly, closed his eyes and didn't look at the battlefield at all, and whispered a mid-level spell of the water system.

With his spells.

The rich water aura in the swamp with a radius of hundreds of zhang gradually began to condense, and in a small moment's work, it turned into a small blue water dragon several feet long and completely condensed by the water aura, densely spread all over the swamp, pointing directly at the nine Qingdan monks.

While attacking, the Qingdan monks looked around the swamp and changed color in shock.

There were hundreds of small water dragons, completely surrounding them.

Water Dragon Yin, one of the mid-level spells of the water system. Water-based spells are the weakest of all the five-type spells. A lowly fireball can seriously injure a Qi cultivator, but a water arrow can at most hurt the fur.

Even if it is a mid-level spell, the attack power of the water dragon chant is still not strong. However, it has two small side effects: the corrosive effect and the sluggish effect.

A small water dragon usually can't even hurt the Monk's shield, and its only effect is to corrode the monk's shield and make the monk's speed a little slower. And the delay was very short-lived, and the monk was able to return to normal in no time.

Compared to other spells, the damage of water-based spells is really limited. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the foundation building monks would not care about the attack of water spells at all.

Ye Qin was taken aback, if there were only one or two small water dragons, he didn't care at all. However, the blue-clothed monk casually cast as many as a hundred small water dragons, which was a completely different concept.

That's enough to be heart-wrenching and daunting. What's more, their non-stop attacks inflict a constant sluggishness effect, which means that their speed will continue to drop dramatically, which is nothing short of a disaster. A hundred times more perverted than his Soul Clock, his Soul Bell can only be stunned for a short moment, and it can't continue to be stunned.

Just when the five Lingquanmen monks were struggling to support and seeing that they were about to lose their support, the blue-clothed monk finally opened his eyes, his eyes burst out with a cold glow, and his voice shouted: "It's time to end, you can taste the taste of being besieged by the little water dragon!"

Hundreds of small water dragons spread all over the swamp surrounded the Qingdan monks, and the overwhelming Qingdan monks shot at them.

Syllable!

Syllable!

There were too many small water dragons, and the Qingdan monks had no way to dodge them at all. After being hit on the protective shield by a wave of more than a dozen small water dragons, the cold water aura wrapped around the monk's body, and the movements of the Qingdan monks suddenly began to become sluggish.

Qian Bojiang was controlling the golden knife magic weapon to slash an ugly-looking Lingquanmen monk, and he was about to kill him, when he was hit by a small water dragon, his figure paused, and the magic weapon he controlled was a little slower.

The fighting method between the foundation building monks, even if it is slower, is enough to reverse the situation.

The ugly-looking Lingquan Sect monk was overjoyed, and finally relieved his mana and hurriedly filled the gaps in the defenses that had been exposed.

Qian Bojiang finally got rid of the sluggish effect of the little water dragon, and was overjoyed and stepped up his attack, but he didn't expect another "snap", and another small water dragon collided with him, and his movements slowed down again, but he was counterattacked by the ugly-looking monk of Lingquan Gate.

Qian Bojiang's face completely turned purple, and he was almost screaming in anger when he was fighting like this.

"Senior brothers, Geng put on a fire talisman!"

Ye Qin was anxious and shouted loudly.

The fire amulet can drive away the cold power of the water aura, and avoid being slowed down by the little water dragon.

He had already changed into a fire-based protective shield, and although the little water dragon slammed the protective shield to a shaky one, it could not affect his movements.

"Senior Brother Ye, I'm a gold-based monk who doesn't know fire-based spells at all. You guys run away, if you can escape, count a few, you can't fight it, if you don't leave, a group of us will all die here,, Qian Bojiang's face was bitter.

He had already regretted it, he had known that this would not have given birth to the idea of the magic weapon of the blue-clothed monk.

Most of the Qingdan monks were pale, and there were less than four people who could release the fire talisman. The other five either hadn't learned the fire amulet at all, or they didn't have a fire spirit root and couldn't cast a fire spell.

Qian Bojiang didn't have the slightest idea of sacrificing himself, he also wanted to escape. But now, it's not a question of whether he wants to escape or not, he can't escape if he wants to.

There were too many small water dragons in the swamp around him, and he continued to slow down. The young master is simply a pervert, wave after wave, exhausted, and continues to cast spells, as if no mana is consumed at all. Want to escape? That's a dream. Wherever he fled, the young master would be able to chase him down, and the monks who were slowed down to build the foundation, and the monks of the Lingquan Gate who had not been slowed down would be able to pass quickly, and before they escaped, they would be killed by the monks of the Lingquan Gate.

While Ye Qin was fighting with a Lingquan monk, he quickly looked around, and after the young sect master's spell, the battle situation had completely reversed in an instant.

It was no longer the nine Qingdan monks besieging the six Lingquan monks, but it was completely reversed, and the six Lingquan monks were besieging the nine embarrassed Qingdan monks.

Now the boat that can't be supported is nine Qingdan monks. If it weren't for him, as well as the other three fellow sect members, who possessed a fire-based protective shield and could barely support each other, I was afraid that their group of Qingdan monks would have completely collapsed.

"Perhaps, it's time to think about retreating. ”

Ye Qin felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. The five fellow monks were continuously slowed down by the little water dragon, and their strength dropped by a large margin, and they would completely collapse in a moment. Such a bad situation is difficult for him to reverse by himself.

"Unless... Liuye Qin's calm gaze suddenly swept over the young sect master who was hiding behind the five Spirit Spring Cultivators, as well as the Water Spirit Bead in his hand.

The blue-clothed monk held the water spirit bead in his hand, and controlled many small water dragons to constantly entangle the Qingdan monks, his face was so pale that he didn't dare to look at it directly, but his smile became thicker and thicker.

He had already said that just nine foundation-building monks were not enough for him to kill. They still don't believe it, no, it's about to be destroyed.