"They really don't take our Deacon Hall seriously! Come, capture these two for me!"
"Let's see who dares!"
A powerful pressure from a high-stage Nascent Soul cultivator rushed up from the sky and landed directly on Zhang Yongli's head. Zhang Yongli couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Qingyi looked up at the sky.
She Zijiang's face was cold.
"It's She Zhenjun!"
"Why is She Zhenjun here?!"
"Isn't this nonsense? Didn't Shen Qingyi just send out a distress signal? He must have seen it! What on earth is going on today? Why do I always feel like something big has happened?"
Yue Xicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw She Zijiang finally coming. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and did not look back.
Still protecting Shen Qingyi.
Wu Yada stood in the crowd and sighed as he watched.
With Yue Xicheng's appearance, his new identity was almost ruined.
Wu Yada felt a headache when she thought of those people who were eyeing her covetously.
She Zijiang's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Looking at the fallen disciples of the Beitang Deacon Hall, there was nothing he didn't understand!
There was murderous intent in his eyes.
"Zhang Yongli! You're looking for death!"
The big palm fell, and spiritual power enveloped the surrounding space. The sound of space shattering and twisting suddenly made everyone see countless phantoms.
Zhang Yongli was horrified.
She Zijiang is usually gentle to others, but that doesn't mean he is really such a harmless person.
At least for his peers who have witnessed his fighting ability, they will never easily look at She Zijiang's appearance alone.
At this moment, feeling the strangling and violent spiritual power coming from the surrounding space, Zhang Yongli realized that She Zijiang was really angry.
"She Zijiang! What are you doing?! Are you going to openly shield your disciple who severely injured a fellow disciple?!"
She Zijiang didn't waste any words. He lowered his big hand and hit Zhang Yongli hard.
"Bang!"
The spiritual power in Zhang Yongli's hands turned into shields and quickly blocked in front of himself.
However, the shields shattered when they came into contact with She Zijiang's spiritual power palm.
When the huge palm of spiritual power finally landed on his chest, Zhang Yongli groaned suddenly.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he retreated dozens of meters before crashing heavily into a huge rock.
Zhang Yongli felt the strange looks from many of the disciples around him, and suddenly felt as if his old face had been torn to pieces by She Zijiang.
He looked at She Zijiang with gloomy eyes as he fell from the sky and landed in front of Shen Qingyi.
She Zijiang looked at his disciple with worry, and when he noticed the blood on Shen Qingyi's body, his eyes became even colder.
Only when he found out that Shen Qingyi was not seriously injured did he feel a little relieved.
He glanced at the male cultivator who had been keeping his head down since he arrived, and didn't say much.
He handed each of them a pill.
"Eat it, and the master will take care of the rest."
Shen Qingyi's bloodshot eyes blinked slightly.
She felt a little dizzy.
It was not left behind by the battle with those people, but she felt as if her eyes were covered by a thin layer of blood mist.
My mind is a little confused.
The hand that She Zijiang extended seemed to have a double image.
Shen Qing glanced at the scene lightly, and the bright red blood on the ground came into his sight again, and his head buzzed again.
The long sword he was holding couldn't help but hum softly, causing the other swords around him to tremble.
She Zijiang seemed to notice something strange about Shen Qingyi and frowned again.
"Qingyi!"
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