"The inner city's formations are all activated. What's going on?"
Everyone in the square looked towards the north in surprise, and saw a khaki cover suddenly appear above the originally quiet market town.
"Five Elements Thick Earth Formation!" A cultivator who knew about it shouted out immediately when he saw the shield.
"Oh no, there's danger in the market town, let's go!" The caravans that were originally waiting in the square could no longer sit still, and quickly packed up their things and prepared to set off.
"Master Jiang, we will set off now. If you have the chance to visit Xuanyue Country in the future, His Majesty the Lord will definitely welcome you."
After saying that, the caravan quickly packed up, and several women from the caravan came out and took Lin Wan'er to a carriage.
After Jiang Yun watched the other party quickly pack up and leave, he hurriedly looked at the yellow cover of Ziyun Market. It seemed like something was attacking the cover, and the entire khaki cover was shaking.
"Uncle Fu, you have to be careful."
Jiang Yun looked towards Ziyun Market and said in a low voice.
Just now, inside the market, after Zhang Yuan and his apprentice returned to the mansion, Yang Lin hurriedly reported the rat infestation problem in the market.
"Humph! I haven't settled my score with you yet."
Zhang Yuan felt annoyed when he saw his second disciple humbly speaking. The aftereffects of his previous all-out effort were also showing up. He was running low on mana and felt a dull pain in his chest.
"Master, there may be a hidden hand behind the rat plague. We just need to proceed step by step." Lei Wenchang glanced at Yang Lin and said hurriedly.
"Well, you did a good job. This part..."
Before Zhang Yuan finished speaking, everyone felt the breath of a second-level monster suddenly appear in the northern part of the market town.
"The monster is the golden-haired rat!" Lei Wenchang said hurriedly. This is the monster behind the rat plague in recent times.
"Master, open the protective shield. Recover your mana first. As long as you can withstand the first wave of attacks, the market will be safe."
"Okay, everything in the market is left to you. I will go and recover my magic power first. As for you..."
Zhang Yuan looked at Yang Lin, who was standing beside him awkwardly, and continued:
"Go back and reflect on your mistakes. Make a decision after the rat plague is over!" After saying this, Zhang Yuan turned and went to the secret room in the backyard.
"Come here, fully activate the thick earth formation."
Following Lei Wenchang's order, the four gates of the market town began to close slowly. On the low city wall, ochre-colored rays of light slowly rose, and a huge cover enveloped the entire inner city.
"There are enemies! Who are they?" Seeing this, the monks in the inner city hurried to the nearest city wall.
Then I saw endless rats rushing towards the protective shield fearlessly, but they were immediately crushed into meat paste by the khaki shield. This cycle repeated over and over again. After a while, a thick layer of flesh and blood piled up around the shield into a small hill.
"There's a rat infestation, lots of rats!"
"What's the situation?" Lei Wenchang sat in the center of the entire town, and figures passed on various orders.
"The spirit stone reserves are being consumed too quickly, and the rat infestation is constantly ramming into the thick earth shield. We estimate that it can only hold out for an hour at most."
After listening to the monk's report, Lei Wenchang looked at the cave beside him. This was where Zhang Yuan was in seclusion. He said softly:
"Master, it all depends on you."
At this time, Yang Lin, who was in Zhang Yuan's mansion, secretly came to his master's secret room, quietly lit a talisman he carried with him, and quickly left.
After a while, an elderly monk wearing a tattered brocade robe and with gray hair appeared here. When he saw the secret room in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up and he whispered:
"It's right here."
After that, a white-furred weasel slithered out from his sleeve. The monk touched the weasel's smooth skin affectionately with his wrinkled hands. Then he whispered:
"Go ahead, if you succeed, I'll give you some magical chicken."
The weasel nodded excitedly and quickly made its way into the secret room ahead. A moment later, the entire room suddenly exploded, sending a foul odor emanating from the air.
“Ah! Ah! It’s…! Who…?”
A voice pierced through the dust and stench. Zhang Yuan, his hair disheveled and his face covered in dust, walked out. He kept retching unconsciously as he walked.
"Yes... Ugh..."
Zhang Yuan, who was retching from the stench, immediately cast a series of cleansing spells on himself, but it was all in vain. Just now in the secret room, the stench had nearly made him faint.
When Zhang Yuan was retching, the white-haired weasel instantly jumped in front of him, raised its butt, and this time it didn't fart, but a thin line of water, spraying towards Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan, who was retching, was so frightened by this that he quickly dodged, but a few drops of weasel urine still stained his robe. Suddenly, Zhang Yuan's eyes were filled with waves, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly.
"Oh no, it's dangerous!"
He quickly activated his protective spiritual shield, and at the same time a shield appeared in front of him.
"Master!" At this moment, two figures came running in front of him. It looked like they were his two disciples.
"Don't come over here!"
Zhang Yuan looked at his apprentice running towards him, took out his Dragon Scale Sword, and slashed it fiercely at the ground before him. Suddenly, space rippled, and a gray-haired monk in a brocade robe appeared before him.
"It's you!"
Zhang Yuan escaped from the illusion, and the Dragon Scale Sword instantly transformed into a fire dragon and rushed towards the opponent.
"Hurry!" The monk opposite took out a golden bowl calmly and threw it forward.
The golden bowl suddenly grew larger and instantly took in the flying fire dragon.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuan made another hand gesture, and immediately the red dragon in the golden bowl continuously struck the bowl wall. The golden bowl in mid-air began to shake.
"Master!" This time it was the real Yang Lin who ran over, picked up the sword and stood beside Zhang Yuan.
"Hurry up and have your senior brother take people to guard the market and inform the Ziyang Sect. There are cultivators from the Spirit Beast Sect."
Ziyun Market is located between the Biyun Sect and the Ziyang Sect. Zhang Yuan originally had good relations with both, but since he had just offended Fairy Qiuyue of the Biyun Sect, it was better to inform the Ziyang Sect. Moreover, the other party was suspected to be a cultivator from the Spirit Beast Sect, and had a bad relationship with the Ziyang Sect.
"Master, I have already told my senior brother to let me help you." After Yang Lin said this, he took out a top-grade magic sword and stood beside his master.
"Silly disciple." Zhang Yuan cursed in his heart, but the relief in his eyes was revealed. He felt that his love for this disciple was not in vain.
He stood in front of Yang Lin again and said loudly:
"Hurry up and leave! Leaving me will be the biggest help to me...Ah! You...you..."
Zhang Yuan turned around tremblingly, and found a black nail stuck in his back.
The dragon scale sword that kept hitting in the air instantly turned into a spirit sword and was covered by the golden bowl on the ground.
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