"Sir Holy Son, you are finally here!"

Meng Wan greeted him enthusiastically and stood obediently behind Xue Wuya, looking like a loyal guard.

Seeing this, Ghost Blade sneered.

"Hey, Xue Wuya, you're still alive? I haven't been here for so long, I thought you died somewhere."

He glanced at Xue Wuya, his tone full of sarcasm.

Xue Wuya's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at Ghost Blade calmly. "If Ghost Blade Saint can't survive, he can just die first. Why waste your breath here?"

Ghost Blade grinned, smiling grimly, "Let me die first, then I'll see if you have the ability to do it."

There was a lot of tension between the two of them.

Yao Heng looked at Xue Wuya with a smile, raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

The onlookers fell silent, fearing that they would be implicated.

The Saint Son of Strength was powerful but not afraid. She laughed out loud, looking at Gui Ren and then at Xue Wu Ya, with an attitude of trying to stop the fight.

"You two should each make some concessions. We are all from the same sect, so why are we so confrontational?"

Having said that, he turned and looked at Xue Wuya.

"Wuya, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're a bit aggressive. Don't look at Ghost Blade's harsh words, he actually cares about you."

Hearing this, Ghost Blade couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Sister Potian really understands me. This Xue Wuya is really a bit ungrateful."

Xue Wuya's eyes turned slightly cold. This Li Potian was a man who loved to watch the fun and was eager for him to fight with Gui Ren.

Xue Wuya suddenly attacked, and a phantom of a blood mountain appeared in the air, smashing towards Li Po with the force of a mountain pressing down on his head.

Li Potian remained calm and just raised his hand casually, as if he had eyes on his back, and caught the huge phantom of the blood mountain. Then he raised his eyelids and looked at Xue Wuya with amusement.

"Wuya, I just said a few words to you, just as a joke, why did you get so angry and start fighting?"

Xue Wuya's eyes became even colder. He exerted force secretly, and the shadow of the blood mountain pressing on Li Potian's hand became heavier, pressing Li Potian's body down slowly.

Li Potian let out a "tsk" sound, clenched his left fist and gathered strength before thrusting it upwards. The entire phantom of the blood mountain shattered into dozens of pieces with a "pop" sound, flying in all directions.

Among them, several flying stone shadows happened to hit several monks who were hiding on the periphery watching the excitement, and easily took their lives.

Li Potian shook his head, his tone regretful, “A few more people died. If this continues, the supplies that the sect has found for us will be gone before we even reach the third floor.

Wuya, you are still so serious and can't take a joke. If I were to ask you, you really should change your temper."

Xue Wuya waved his hand, retracted the remaining flying stone shadows, and glanced coldly at Li Potian.

"I haven't settled the score with you for last time. If you continue to jeer in front of me, I'll kill you first."

Upon hearing this, Li Potian smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Wuya, your temper hasn't changed at all. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere so that everyone wouldn't get bored waiting. Since you don't appreciate it, forget it."

She turned to look at Ghost Blade, a hint of teasing in her tone.

"Ghost Blade, don't you think so?"

Ghost Blade smiled and nodded, "That's just his character. He doesn't feel tired of being so pretentious all day long. Only that vicious old woman Lu Shao can tolerate his pretense."

"Who are you calling a vicious old woman?"

Lu Shao happened to arrive near the altar. Upon hearing this, his face immediately turned cold. He raised his hand and summoned a poisonous mist that covered the Ghost Blade.

Guiren calmly flashed and changed his position, looking at Lu Shao again with a smile.

"Don't you already know? The old vicious woman is talking about you!"

Lu Shao was so angry that her face turned pale. She was old and hated being called old the most.

But Ghost Blade is a bit of a mouthful and likes to poke fun at other people's sore spots.

"You said I was old, but you can't live that long?"

After Lu Shao finished speaking in a sinister tone, he immediately summoned a large cloud of poisonous fog, which surged towards Ghost Blade.

However, just as the poisonous fog began to spread, it encountered a group of buzzing poisonous insects.

The poisonous insects devoured the poisonous fog frantically, and soon died with their eyes rolled back.

But as soon as a batch of poisonous insects died, a new batch of poisonous insects quickly replaced them. Soon, the poisonous fog was completely eaten up.

The Holy Son of Gu Dao, Jincan, collected the dead Gu worm and glanced at Lu Shao with dissatisfaction.

"Lü Shao, are you crazy? Once this poisonous fog spreads, those ordinary cultivators will die."

Lu Shao snorted coldly and crossed her arms. "It doesn't matter. If the Ghost Blade makes me unhappy, then I will ruin this trial. No one will have an easy time!"

The golden silkworm frowned in disagreement and gave Ghost Blade a warning look, "Ghost Blade, you should also calm down and stop looking for trouble."

Ghost Blade responded lazily, as if he had really taken Golden Silkworm's words to heart.

As the saints stopped, peace returned to the surroundings.

However, the rest of the ordinary monks spontaneously moved to more peripheral areas, fearing that they would be affected by the war again.

Meng Wan watched the confrontation between the saints and lowered her eyes in thought.

Before, when they were on the first floor, these people were clearly at peace and had no intention of taking action prematurely. Why did they suddenly start fighting now?

Although it was only a small-scale conflict and stopped at the right time, Meng Wan didn't think that these saints would do useless actions for no reason.

She reviewed the entire process and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Heart-eating worm, listen to the voice of the golden silkworm."

"Yes, Master."

Upon hearing this, the Heart-Eating Bug immediately activated its magical powers, began to eavesdrop on the Golden Silkworm's thoughts, and relayed them to Meng Wan.

"Heh, that idiot Lu Shao is still as brainless as ever. He gets mad at me at the slightest provocation. Unfortunately, none of the poisonous insects survived this time. I can only try again next time."

Hearing this, Meng Wan thought to herself, "As expected."

The other party was indeed coming for Lu Shao's poisonous fog.

I just don’t know what kind of agreement Li Potian and Jincan reached with Gui Ren that allowed him to help.

Judging from this situation, the situation of her Shengzi and Lu Shao seems to be a little bad.

Seeing that the golden silkworm's inner voice gradually became silent, Meng Wan had an idea and continued to let the heart-eating worm eavesdrop on the thoughts of several other people in turn.

Unfortunately, these people were very quiet and did not reveal any useful information.

Meng Wan turned his attention to the monks on the periphery.

Up to now, among the saints of the seven major sects, only the mysterious saint of the Desire Sect has not appeared.

I don’t know what the other party is disguised as or where he is hiding?

Meng Wan asked the Heart-Eating Bug to listen to the thoughts of the monks one by one.

The Heartworm couldn't help but feel a headache. "Master, stealing minds is very energy-consuming. I have already used up a lot of energy just now. Now I can only steal the minds of five more people at most."

Upon hearing this, Meng Wan frowned inwardly and stopped the heart-eating worm.

"Forget it, let's wait until we reach the next level or the next level, and most of the other monks are dead."