Luo Songxian was seriously injured, and now he only wanted to return to his residence as soon as possible and find a monk who was proficient in wood-based spells among the soul people under his jurisdiction to heal his injuries. He looked down at the wound under his ribs, and a few wisps of emerald wood-attribute spiritual power lingered outside the wound, and finally the bleeding stopped.

Luo Songxian and Ma Zhongsheng originally planned to provoke Lang Shangsi and force the other party to attack first in a fit of rage. Then the two of them could take the opportunity to fight back and seriously injure Lang Shangji without violating the rules of the sect, so that he could not participate in the qualification test of the inner disciple.

Lang Shangji didn't need them to force him to attack, and although he didn't expect it, he was right in the middle of it. However, what they didn't expect was that the two sides fought to the end, but they ended up losing both, and it was Lang Shangsi's injury that was milder.

Luo Songxian raised his head and glared at Lang Shangji, his originally handsome face became cruel and distorted, but he also knew that he would not gain anything from continuing to entangle today. He had the heart to explain a few words, and then left, but he was stared at by Lang Shangji's contemptuous gaze, and he felt that his cheeks were hot, as if he was burned by fire. He knew in his heart that no matter how much useless he said, he would be humiliated by the other party in vain. He suppressed the anger in his chest and slowly retreated in the face of Lang Shangji.

Seeing Luo Songxian moving backwards, Ma Zhongsheng was stunned at first, scolded "waste" in his heart, and then retreated. Seeing that the two of them were about to retreat, Lang Shangji suddenly raised his right hand, and a fireball suddenly floated in the air above his palm. It's just that the glow of this fireball is very faint, and the size is much smaller than the few he cast before, only the size of his thumb.

Luo Songxian and the two found that Lang Shangji had condensed a fireball again, and they were startled at first, stopped their retreating steps, and were on guard.

Lang Shangji glanced at the two of them and sneered: "Just leave? You guys are so polite, why don't you leave one or two legs before leaving?"

Luo Songxian scolded in his heart: "Your grandmother has a leg!" Unfortunately, because he wanted to maintain his cold and arrogant image, he couldn't hold back this sentence and didn't say it.

Ma Zhongsheng had already seen that the power of this fireball was only about 20% of the previous one, and knew that Lang Shangsi was already at the end of the canopy, and he was not too much of a threat to himself, and said: "If you want to keep us, I'm afraid that you will also be unable to protect yourself." ”

Lang Shangsi took his eyes off Luo Songxian, stared at Ma Zhongsheng, and said with a sense of playfulness: "I know that he has a magic weapon to save his life, and it is probably not possible to leave him." As for you, as long as he doesn't make a move, it's not enough to keep you. ”

Although what Lang Shangsi said was the truth, he also had the heart to separate the two. As he spoke, he tossed the fireball from his palm upwards again, as if he still had any strength left.

Hearing what Lang Shangsi said, Luo Songxian's eyes really showed a flash of joy, and he began to weigh the pros and cons of leaving Ma Zhongsheng behind and escaping alone. The strangeness in his expression was not noticed by Ma Zhongsheng, but Lang Shangsi, who was standing opposite him, saw it clearly and was secretly proud in his heart.

Ma Zhongsheng's city was very deep, although he didn't see Luo Songxian's strange look, he also guessed the other party's thoughts, and said coldly: "Luo Songxian asked me to help, how could he leave me and run away alone." Although he said this to Lang Shangsi, he actually said it to Luo Songxian, and his words were squeezed, so that he couldn't ignore morality.

Luo Songxian struggled inwardly for a moment, and finally decided that Lang Shangsi was just a bluff, he had fought with one enemy and two so far, and most of his spiritual power had been consumed, and it was impossible to face the two of them at the same time. And Luo Songxian still has a life-saving magic weapon, even if the other party really makes a move, and he is defeated, he can get out safely with the magic weapon. Thinking about this, Luo Songxian said with an awe-inspiring expression: "Hmph, if you want to provoke the relationship between the two of us, you are delusional!"

After that, the two began to slowly retreat, and in the process of retreating, they also intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from each other. Straight out of the ten zhang away, Luo Songxian turned around and fled quickly. And Ma Zhongsheng retreated five zhang again, and then he was ready to leave.

Before leaving, he no longer concealed the frustration in his heart, and looked up to the sky and sighed: "After fighting for a long time, I ended up seriously injuring all three of them, but I cheapened others." ”

Lang Shangji sneered at him, too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore, the fireball in his hand popped out with all his might, and flew towards Ma Zhongsheng with the sound of whirring wind.

Fortunately, there was still some distance between the two, and Ma Zhongsheng had been guarding against the other party's attack, and he moved two steps sideways to dodge the fireball. Unexpectedly, the fireball flew to his side and suddenly exploded in mid-air.

"Remote control!" Ma Zhongsheng was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but exclaim. He was too close to the fireball to take any defensive measures, and the explosion engulfed him in a billowing and tumbling wave of air, the flames scorching every inch of his skin towards the fireball. It's a pity that the power of this fireball is only two percent of the usual one, and it only scorches one layer of skin on Ma Zhongsheng's body. Even so, half of Ma Zhongsheng's body was extremely uncomfortable, and the pain was like being stabbed by someone.

Remote manipulation is a technique for using psychic power, and can only be used when the ability to control psychic power has developed to an extreme depth. And the stronger the ability to control, the farther away from the body can be manipulated. For example, Ma Zhongsheng can only control the distance remotely at a distance of only three zhang, while Lang Shangji can control the fireball to explode in the air from fifteen zhang away. From this, it can be seen that Lang Shangsi's strength is far more than Ma Zhongsheng guessed, I am afraid that he is at least two levels higher than him, no wonder he can fight two but still be undefeated. Thinking of this, Ma Zhongsheng's heart was full of pain, regretting that he shouldn't have heard Luo Songxian's words, so he wanted to take advantage of Luo Songxian and Ma Zhongsheng's fighting methods to reap the benefits of it.

After the flames burst from the fireball disappeared, Ma Zhongsheng had already run dozens of feet away. Lang Shangji stood in silence until the figures of Luo Songxian and Ma Zhongsheng could no longer be seen, and then he turned around and left. As soon as he entered his stone chamber, he coughed bitterly, and his chest twitched violently uncontrollably, not at all like the appearance of everything in his hands when facing the enemy, and it was obvious that he had suffered extremely heavy internal injuries.

**

In the process of the three-person fight, when others hid back in their stone room for fear of being harmed by the pond fish, Ji Kang kept standing aside and watching. The three of them had never taken him, a soul man who was not even in the Spirit Sea Realm, in their eyes, but the figures of the three of them lingered in their hearts.

Although the second half of the fight was obscured by the water mist and could not be seen, Ji Kang was still deeply touched, as if he could hear the crisp sound of something breaking in his mind, and it seemed that something was germinating in the depths of his heart.

Ji Kang recalled the appearance of Lang Shangji when he cast the spell, and a wave of earth-attribute spiritual power poured out, forming a thumb-sized yellow-brown air mass on his palm. The air mass was suspended in the air, and he gently waved his palms up and down, and the air mass followed his movements and consciousness and danced up and down, as if he had a spirit.

Ji Kang chuckled, very proud for a moment, and threw the air mass a foot high, and the air mass made a muffled sound, and suddenly condensed into a skull-sized dark blue stone. The stone directly smashed into Ji Kang's palm that was about to catch the air mass below, and fell to the ground. He was a cultivator, quick to react, and jumped away before the stone hit his feet.

Ji Kang's palm was hit by a stone, and although it was not injured, his bones were shaken in pain. He looked at the rocks on the ground that had almost smashed his feet, and the pain in his arms had drained him with all his pleasure, and he felt a little irritated. Fortunately, he was a very restrained person, and the idea of kicking the annoying stone away was only flashing through his mind for a moment, and he did not put it into practice.