"Three practitioners in the foundation-building stage can actually get the Star Grass and Fruit Trees. I have to say, you are doing well."

The middle-stage Jindan cultivator, known as the sect leader, was wearing a golden robe, playing with a paper fan in his hand, and praised him, then shook his hand, opened the paper fan, and gently fanned the wind, looking extremely elegant.

"How about it, why don't you submit the Star Grass and Fruit Trees? "

Chang Feng's spiritual consciousness sank into the transmission of Jingyu and asked elder Song Xu for help. Meng Qi still looked the same, but his expression became more serious, and his spiritual power was aroused, as if he wanted to take action at any time.

"Behead them."

The sect leader saw that Fang Yi and the other two did not make any statements, and waved the paper fan and ordered his subordinates. His tone was like a play, and obviously he did not take Fang Yi and the others seriously at all. In fact, the difference between the Jindan stage practitioners was like a natural barrier for the Foundation Establishment stage practitioners, which was insurmountable.

The early stage cultivator of the Golden Elixir who was holding a bow in his arms immediately bent his bow and arrow when he heard this. His target pointed directly at Fang Yi, his fingers loosened, and the arrow shot straight at him.

Just now, Fang Yi easily blocked his arrow with his natal flying sword. The cultivator is still worried. He wants to see how many arrows this cultivator with the late stage of foundation building can block his own arrows, so he kept shooting arrows in his hands, and only Fang Yi was the other person.

Fang Yi had just blocked an arrow with his natal flying sword. He already knew that the power of the arrow was worse than Peng Bin's meteor arrow. Moreover, it can be judged from the spiritual power attached to the arrow that although this cultivator is in the early stage of the golden elixir, his strength is even weaker than that of ordinary early stage cultivators in the Lianyun Sea.

The four-colored light cover enveloped the whole body, allowing arrows to shoot on the light cover, impacting waves, but it could not break the light cover's defense.

After the thirteen streams of light, Fang Yi's four-colored light shields were intact, but the cultivator holding the bow was stunned. A total of ten arrows were blocked by the other party so easily. The most important thing was that the other party was just a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

"Swish." The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Fang Yi's natal flying sword was like a little cold light, shooting at the bow-holding cultivator at a speed faster than the arrow.

The cultivator's face suddenly changed. The dangerous aura brought out from the cold light made his heart tremble. He flew to avoid it, but saw the cold light chasing him, and the speed was faster than himself.

Originally, he thought Fang Yi was just a defensive, but he didn't expect that the attack was so powerful. Seeing that the cold light was getting closer and closer, the cultivator quickly activated the power of heaven and earth to make the space behind him more tense and stable, trying to reduce the speed of Fang Yi's natal flying sword.

But Fang Yi's natal flying sword is now only the size of a needle light, and he feels that the resistance in the space has increased. Fang Yi just controlled the natal flying sword to change direction slightly, and bypassed around, and then caught up again. The cultivator watched the cold light coming behind him, and finally gritted his teeth and turned around, and an arrow shot at the cold light.

The natal flying sword collided with the arrow, making a roar. The bow-holding cultivator was shaken out and flew backwards for hundreds of meters in the air to stabilize his body. The internal organs in his chest seemed to be about to move, his throat was itchy, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

With Fang Yi's current strength and the power of his natal flying sword, using sword control alone to compress the natal flying sword to the extreme, the attack power can be comparable to the early stage of the Golden Pill. However, this attack, in addition to being faster, lacks some changes. It is probably useless for the early stage of the Golden Pill cultivator in the Lianyun Sea, but it is very useful for this bow-holding cultivator.

The other two cultivators beside the sect leader held flying swords and rushed towards Chang Feng and Meng Qi.

Meng Qi's face was cold. At first, he tried his best to dodge the opponent's attack, but later he found that the opponent's attack was not strong, which was far worse than the early stage senior of the Golden Pill in Lingxiao Palace. Even if he leaned against this level of attack, he could not have any problems with his armor.

Chang Feng was also true. After learning about each other's strength, the two of them started fighting back and forth, and they fought to the point of being equal.

The sect leader's face became ugly. The two early stage cultivators of the Golden Elixir actually tied with the other two little guys in the foundation-building stage, and one of them was even more unbearable, and they were obviously not the opponent's opponent.

This situation made the sect leader feel embarrassed and said hatefully: "A bunch of waste."

The paper fan in his hand opened and shook it in his hand. The paper fan suddenly became nearly doubled. The originally paper fan surface was shining with a metallic luster. The fan surface in his hand suddenly waved, and a strong wind suddenly rose, and thousands of rays of light shot towards Fang Yi and the other two at the same time.

These people also had some tacit understanding. When the sect leader shook the paper fan, he had already retreated, just so that Fang Yi and the other two could bear the full attack power of the magic weapon on the fan.

Faced with the attack of the mid-stage Jindan cultivator, Fang Yi did not dare to be careless. While retreating suddenly, the four-color light shield was outside, the sword was blurred, and the hundred-level water curtain was inside, wrapping himself tightly and letting the lights bombard him.

After all, he is a mid-stage Jindan cultivator. The outermost four-color light shield cannot be resisted and shattered. Then the remaining lights break through one hundred and eight sharp blades, but they never break through the hundreds of water curtains again.

"The middle-level Jindan cultivator in this world is nothing more than that."

After personally experiencing the attack of the mid-stage Jindan cultivator, Fang Yi felt a lot more relaxed. He didn't know if the mid-stage Jindan cultivator had stronger magic weapons or more powerful moves. If it were just like this, he wouldn't be able to do anything to himself.

Chang Feng and Meng Qi were not as calm as Fang Yi. Seeing that the middle-stage Jindan cultivator took action, although they both retreated at the same time, their defense ability was far worse than Fang Yi. They were continuously blasted by the lights. The armor transformed from the magic weapon on their bodies was already dull, the internal organs in their chest were shattered, and blood was gushed out of their mouths and noses. In the hands of the middle-stage Jindan sect leader, they were seriously injured in just one move.

While the two of them quickly swallowed the pill, they glanced at Fang Yi. Fang Yi's performance at this time really surprised them.

Although the cultivation strength of this sect leader is far inferior to that of the seniors of the Lingxiao Palace Sect at the same level, it is still in the middle stage of the Golden Pill. The power he used to exert with the help of magic weapons just now is also extraordinary. Both of them can't resist it even in armor and are seriously injured. If there is no help from the elixir, they are afraid they will be powerless to fight again.

But on the other hand, Fang Yi was still at ease in the face of this level of attack, and he couldn't help feeling a little sour. The two of them were also geniuses in Lingxiao Palace, but compared with Fang Yi, they were nothing.

Originally, I felt that Fang Yi had enough understanding of Fang Yi's strength, but now I feel that what I know is still rare. The two of them have a feeling that Fang Yi should still have stronger strength hidden.

"Damn it, it's really damn."

The sect leader was already angry and embarrassed. The fan in his hand was a spiritual treasure that had been passed down for thousands of years in the sect. Just by group attack methods, this was the strongest attack he could use. Every time he used it, he consumed a lot of spiritual power. With his spiritual power reserve at the middle stage of the Golden Pill, he could only use it five times at most.

I originally planned to use this spiritual treasure to kill with one blow, but unexpectedly, I only seriously injured the two weak cultivators, and the other one did not even break through the defense.

"You three, go and deal with those two." The sect leader stared at Fang Yi, with a ruthless look flashing in his eyes, and ordered his men to deal with Chang Feng and Meng Qi, but he wanted to deal with Fang Yi alone.

"Very good." A cold light flashed in Fang Yi's eyes, and a spiritual sense moved, and another body suddenly transformed from beside his body, which was the shadow clone.

Fang Yi knew that Chang Feng and Meng Qi could only draw with the other two Golden Pill Cultivators, but they could not resist the power of the arrow. In desperation, they could only expose some trump cards and divide into a shadow clone to kill the cultivator holding a bow and arrow, while he was facing the sect leader.

"Die." The sect leader had already put away the paper fan at this time, and there was an extra white ring in his hand. The white ring was surrounded by sharp blades. He pinched the magic tricks with his hands, and the ring drew an arc and quickly rotated and slashed towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi's native flying sword penetrated his body and suddenly changed into three flying swords when he slashed towards his opponent. One sword was the sky, one sword was the earth, and one sword was the sky.

Three flying swords seemed to wrap the world, making people feel like they had nowhere to escape.

"I want to try the power of your sword technique in the mere foundation building period." A fan surface flashing with metallic luster appeared in front of the sect leader. The fan surface was much larger than before, blocking the sect leader.

"Boom." The natal flying sword hit the fan and flew backwards. Facing the defense formed by the middle-stage Jindan cultivator with spiritual weapons, Fang Yi would be helpless if he did not exert his silence.

And the circle of the sect leader had no use to Fang Yi, even the defense of Fang Yi's sword was unable to break through.

The two attacked each other, but couldn't do anything to each other.

On the other hand, Fang Yi's shadow clone is not as strong as the original, and the power of the Gengjin sword energy is not as powerful as the original flying sword. It can only interfere with the cultivator holding a bow and arrow and cannot constitute any essential threat.

Chang Feng and Meng Qi were even more incompatible with the other two cultivators. For a moment, the situation and situation formed a balance.

"Walk."

The two sides fought for more than ten minutes, and the sect leader finally had no choice but to order his three subordinates to fly in the air.

"It's really dangerous." Seeing the four Golden Pill Cultivators leaving, Chang Feng's tense mind relaxed, and his eyes looked at Fang Yi suddenly became strange: "Fellow Daoist Fang, you have hidden a lot before."

"Your strength makes us geniuses of holy land lose face, and they can compete with the middle-stage Jindan cultivators. Do you really only have the cultivation level of the late-stage foundation building? Or is it disguised?" Chang Feng still looked that way. Even though he knew something he shouldn't ask, he could ask without any scruples.

Fang Yi could only laugh at this.

"By the way, is your clone just now?" Chang Feng asked again: "Where did you come from this? Most of the clone techniques I have heard of are just a body that is fake and real, but has no attack power."

"It's just a little chance I got." Fang Yi responded casually, and gradually became familiar with this person's routine. Chang Feng could accept what he asked him, no matter whether he answered or not, or what answer he gave, as if he had formed over the years.

"What's going on with Elder Song?" Chang Feng began to complain about Song Xu, "Before the battle began, I conveyed the news of Elder Song's request for help, why haven't you come yet?"

"By the way, fellow Taoist Fang, Senior Brother Meng, have you asked Elder Song for help?"

Fang Yi shook his head, but Meng Qize simply ignored him.

Song Xu was still paying attention in the void at this time. The three of them were not in danger of life, so he would not take action easily.

The three of them rested on the spot and recovered their just-depleted spiritual power. Fang Yi sat next to Meng Qi and asked, "Fellow Daoist Meng seems to have an extremely keen perception of wood-attribute treasures?"

Meng Qi didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Can you ask fellow Taoist Meng, which direction has a treasure with wood attribute?"

As the heart of the world, it must contain huge wood-attributed spiritual power. For Meng Qi, it should not be difficult to find it.

Meng Qi looked at Fang Yi, slowly stood up, stepped on the scimitar and soared into the air, covering his spiritual sense. Then, his body moved, stopped at the center of the mountain, closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

After about half an hour, Meng Qi flew back and said, "I'll take you there."

After hearing Meng Qi's words, Fang Yi was happy and hurriedly said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist Meng."

"You two can't calm down for a while? If you continue like this, you will be killed sooner or later."

Seeing that the two of them were about to get up and leave again, Chang Feng said angrily: "I really don't know what you two are thinking. You can go to explore the places arranged in those sects without any danger, but you have to come to such places to fight for your life."

When Meng Qi heard the sentence "I will be killed by you sooner or later", Meng Qi's body trembled slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Fang Yi was behind Meng Qi. Although he did not see the cold light in Meng Qi's eyes, he clearly saw his body in the flying pause.

"These two people are really in conflict." Fang Yi sighed in his heart. And it seems that Chang Feng still doesn't know how he offended Meng Qi.

As Meng Qi flew all the way, about hundreds of miles later, Meng Qi stopped, reached out and pointed down, and said, "It's here."

Fang Yi and Chang Feng looked down and were stunned. The direction Meng Qi pointed out was that there were more than ten cultivators fighting, among which there were four golden elixir cultivators who had just fought with them.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, are you not kidding?" Fang Yi's spiritual sense was shrouded in, and nothing was discovered except for the melee of more than ten people.

Meng Qi shook his head and said, "It's here that the spiritual sense cannot be detected."

"More than ten cultivators fought in a melee, maybe there was something really good." Chang Feng couldn't help laughing when he heard this and said, "We'll watch the battle here and we'll be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman later."

"Juntian, can you sense anything?" Fang Yi asked the spirit of the Juntian Ding Artifact Communication.

"No." Jun Tianding replied: "But Meng Qi can bring you here directly, and there are more than ten more Golden Elixir cultivators fighting each other. It should be as Meng Qi said."
Chapter completed!