Feng Sanren was a middle-aged woman with an ordinary, unremarkable appearance. However, compared to Lei Sanren, who resembled a reincarnation of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, she could even be described as pretty.
She held a feather fan in her hand, and with a gentle wave, the surrounding air rippled. The ripples then traveled forward and formed a small tornado. These tornadoes did not rush directly toward Zaun, otherwise he could have easily avoided them.
That's why Zuan was careless; by the time he realized it, he was already affected by the wind field she had set up around him.
Because his speed suddenly slowed down, his Sunflower Illusion Movement Technique froze for a moment, and then those golden abacuses, like maggots clinging to his bones, rushed over directly.
Despite Zuan's hasty swing of the Tai'a sword to defend, how could he possibly block all the densely packed abacuses?
Soon, he was hit in many places on his body. The abacus beads hit him with dull thuds.
Seeing that he had hit his opponent, Jin Sanren smiled. Because he wanted to capture the opponent alive this time, he deliberately avoided the opponent's vital points. Even so, the force contained in the strike was enough to completely incapacitate a peak fifth-grade cultivator.
According to intelligence, Zaun seems to be only around the fifth rank.
However, his eyes widened in surprise, because Zuan not only did not fall down, but also took off the abacus from his body.
"Holy crap, that really hurts!" Zuan weighed it in his hand; it really was gold. This guy was way too rich.
So without any hesitation, he put all the abacuses into the glass bead, not knowing how much money these gold coins could be exchanged for.
Jin Sanren was dumbfounded. He tried to control his abacuses to continue the attack, but was shocked to find that at least half of the abacuses had lost contact with him.
He hurriedly collected the remaining abacus beads. The once gleaming abacus was now in pieces, with missing holes everywhere.
"Where did it go?" Jin Sanren was on the verge of tears. You see, this golden abacus was his most prized weapon, and he had spent a lot of his savings to forge it. Now, it had inexplicably turned into this.
He glared at Zuan: "Was this your doing?"
Jin Sanren's anger value +233!
Zuan smiled shyly: "I was injured by your stuff, both physically and mentally, and it's been severely damaged. It's reasonable for me to take some as compensation, isn't it?"
Jin Sanren was almost furious. What the hell is this? You've been severely injured. Do you even have a single scratch on your body now?
Jin Sanren's anger level +999!
At the same time, he was also surprised and uncertain. He still remembered the feeling of those abacuses hitting his body. It felt very different from the previous blows to the flesh. It was more like hitting a wall. Why was his body so hard?
While he was still in a daze, the Ice Wanderer had already launched his attack.
Zuan then got a clear look at Bing Sanren's appearance. He was a tall, thin man with a snow-white cloak draped over his back and a white hat on his head. He looked like a pervert.
He rushed to the vicinity of Zaun and then breathed directly on him.
A chill was visible to the naked eye; if you were hit by it, the consequences would certainly not be good.
Feeling the wind binding him, Zuan hurriedly summoned a strong wind and teleported to a distance, directly escaping the tornado formation.
The moment he disappeared, the icy breath exhaled by the Ice Wanderer struck the spot where he had been standing, instantly turning the patch of grass into a solid block of ice.
The Wind Desolate Man in the distance was somewhat bewildered. Her wind field had trapped countless heroes and warriors, though it wasn't that no one had ever escaped from it, but those were usually people with higher cultivation levels than her.
With his cultivation level of fourth or fifth grade, trapping one person or even a hundred wouldn't be a problem.
While she was still in a daze, Zu'an couldn't help but yell at Bing Sanren: "You perverted bastard, did you brush your teeth this morning? You're always spitting out your breath. Do you know how bad your breath is? Your wife definitely can't stand the smell."
Ice Hermit: "..."
The Ice Wanderer's anger level increased by 712!
I'll kill you!
Enraged, Bing Sanren spread his hands, and countless ice arrows formed behind him.
Qiu Hong, her face pale with tears, cried out hastily, "Have mercy!"
Enraged, Ice Wanderer ignored her and fired ice arrows directly at Zaun.
"Hmph, no matter how skilled you are, with my all-around, no-blind-spot attack, let's see where you can hide!"
Moreover, he chose very tricky angles for these ice arrows, launching them precisely when Zuan and Pei Mianman were in a straight line.
If Zu An manages to dodge, Pei Mianman behind him will most likely suffer.
Zuan immediately realized his malice. Seeing the ice arrows coming like a swarm of bees, he was in a dilemma, unsure whether to dodge or not.
Ultimately, he lacked the means to deal with such large-scale AOE attacks. He instinctively thought of using the dragon's corpse to withstand the attack, but ice arrows of this level certainly couldn't penetrate the dragon's scales.
However, the exposure of the red dragon's corpse had attracted another giant dragon, and he realized that if the news got out, he would definitely be hunted down by the dragon race.
Furthermore, the fact that he possesses a spatial artifact with an enormous space will definitely be exposed. Judging from the reactions of those people before, the value of such an artifact may not be inferior to that of the "Phoenix Nirvana Scripture". There are already enough people chasing him, and he doesn't want any more.
Just as they were wondering what to do, a pale yellow palace lantern suddenly rose into the air. Under the bright yellow light, all the ice arrows in the sky seemed to freeze in mid-air.
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