Cui Jing and the other two were shocked in their hearts, but when they thought of their senior brother, they straightened their backs instantly.
Liu Chenguang said: "Senior Brother Cheng is in the early stage of Yuanying. You are only in the Jindan stage, so you can't win. If you know what's good for you, return the spiritual herbs quickly and compensate us. Otherwise, hmph!"
Yun Dandan raised her brows slightly, not knowing whether to say that he was ignorant and fearless, or that he was just taking advantage of the power of others.
She looked at Cheng Miao, "Early Nascent Soul stage, then let's see who has the stronger fist."
She waved her hand to disperse the water spikes, then drew out the long sword magic weapon refined by her second senior brother, her eyes cold.
Cheng Miao was disdainful and took the lead in attacking, using magic to let the other party see what the gap was.
But the next moment he was stunned. He saw the person opposite him lightly swiping his sword, breaking his giant tree technique.
Yun Dandan's mouth curled up slightly, and she swung the long sword in her right hand, which turned into countless ice blades and rushed towards the man with a roar!
The cold air attacked close to him, and Cheng Miao felt the powerful spiritual power in it, and his eyes showed surprise.
Is this the power of a Jindan stage cultivator? Bullshit Jindan stage! The power released by this attack is even a few points stronger than my full strength. Who on earth did these two people offend?!
But now he could no longer think, he could only use his magic weapon to resist with all his strength. The two people behind him felt the cold chill and looked shocked.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could this man be so young, possibly in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage?!
Yes, they both felt that the one who could make Senior Brother Cheng struggle to resist must be in the middle stage without a doubt, but how could this be possible?
Cheng Miao felt the endless stream of ice blades, feeling suffocated. "My fellow Daoist, we have no grudge against each other. How about you just stop? I'm willing to compensate you with a sixth-grade Heavenly Grade Magical Weapon. How about that?"
Yun Dandan rolled her eyes slightly, "If you throw the things out and swear not to help these two people, I will stop."
It feels really good to be powerful, especially when you can surpass your level, hehe.
Upon hearing this, Cui Jing immediately said, "Senior Brother Cheng, you can't agree to her, otherwise what should I do?"
"Hmph, you're still asking me what to do? If the information you reported wasn't wrong, I wouldn't have lost this magic weapon. I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"
"I...I didn't know he was so strong."
"I don't care. You guys should handle your own issues, and you have to compensate me for my losses!"
The two men's faces turned pale. Today they had lost both the wife and the army. They shouldn't have left the sect!
Cheng Miao ignored the two of them. He waved his hand and released a defensive magic weapon not far away on the ground.
"I swear I won't care about these two people today, otherwise my cultivation level will fall to the Jindan level."
A ray of light descended from the sky and landed within his body, making his already gloomy face even longer and more gloomy.
Yun waved his hand lightly, glanced at the magic weapon and found no mark of spiritual consciousness, then put it away.
Then he dispersed the ice blade and looked at the two men and women whose faces were as pale as paper, and wiped the blade of his sword.
"Do you two still remember what we said before?"
“Remember… remember.”
"Well, that's great. But now I don't want the spiritual herbs. You each have to give me a magic weapon, otherwise I don't mind beating you up again. There's no room for bargaining this time."
Liu Chenguang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Fortunately, it was not life-threatening. But it was also true that although the sects in the fairy world were not on good terms, disciples of the sects would not kill each other unless it came to that point. This was the tacit rule.
"I'll give it to you."
Cui Jing next to him had fear in her eyes, but she still reluctantly took out a long whip magic weapon from the space ring and erased the mark of spiritual consciousness.
Yun Dandan waved her spiritual power and obtained two more magic weapons. Her eyes curved slightly. If it weren't for the fact that robbing too many people would arouse public anger, she really wanted to be a bandit. Look how quickly the treasures came.
"Since you have accepted the things, I will take care of my own affairs."
Looking at Cheng Miao's gloomy face, she waved her hand and said, "Go somewhere else to solve it. I have something else to do."
It’s all their fault. We were almost able to find it, but we were interrupted. Now we don’t know how long it will take us to find it again.
Cheng Miao looked at the two of them and said, "Let's go and count my losses, otherwise you won't have a good day today."
The two of them left trembling with fear, feeling angry in their hearts. It's because your cultivation is low. If you were in the late Nascent Soul stage, what would you be afraid of? It's not us who asked you to use your magic weapon.
But they didn't dare to say it, they just knew that they would bleed heavily soon.
After this episode, Yun Dandan released his spiritual sense, and everything around him became clear, but the feeling of being pulled was gone.
"Forget it, it might not be a good thing, but there is no teleportation array in this mountain range. It seems that there is a high probability that some human race is colluding with the demons."
However, Gong Xueying didn't come out to gain experience, so we still have to search Yun Piaopiao's soul. It seemed that she interrupted it before and gave it directly to Jiji?
"Jiji, give me Yun Piaopiao's soul bottle."
"Yes, Master."
After a moment, she stopped searching.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"This black spirit has a contract with Gong Xueying, but she hates it and doesn't use any treasures to restore it. She even wants to cancel the contract, but she doesn't know how."
"Ah? What should I do then?"
"That's easy. Now I know where the Black Spirit is, but I need to figure out who made the contract."
"Master, are you saying that it's possible that the black spirit has contracted Gong Xueying?"
"Um."
"That would be troublesome. Gong Xueying is the daughter of the Demon Lord of the Lower Realm. If it's a reverse contract, the kind between master and servant, then if you kill Hei Ling, she will die. If the Demon Lord of the Lower Realm traces the source, it will definitely be detrimental to Xiaoyao Sect."
"That's why I have to wait until Hei Ling and Gong Xueying terminate their contract. How long will that take? If I don't resolve this, I'll always be worried."
"Can't you just ask directly?"
"It seems I can only mention it vaguely. Gong Xueying also wants to terminate the contract anyway."
"But then the Black Spirit will know, right?"
"Not necessarily. A reverse contract can also temporarily cut off contact. Let's find Gong Xueying first."
"All right."
Yun Dandan collected Yun Piaopiao's soul and headed towards Tianxiao Sect. Unexpectedly, she met Cheng Miao on the way.
"The one in front, stop."
Cheng Miao paused after hearing the voice and turned his head to look, "Are you going to regret it?"
"Ah? No, please help me find Gong Xueying from your sect, the demon saint."
"What do you want her for?"
"Of course I have something to do. Do you want to go?"
Cheng Miao watched her draw her sword, his lips twitching slightly: "I'll ask for you."
Yun Dandan handed over a spiritual herb and said, "Well, this hundred-year-old spiritual herb is your reward."
“…”
Cheng Miao's expression finally eased a lot. He didn't expect that this male cultivator was such a good person. It was all because of Cui Jing and the other two. Why did they provoke him for no reason? Really.
"The sound transmission note has a distance. Go a little further and I will contact the senior brothers in the sect to ask for you."
"OK."
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