Tempered Immortal

Chapter 312
"Hmph, of course it's not our faction who did it alone. Our family is not the only one who is dissatisfied with the Tianmu faction's occupation of the spiritual veins. In the past, we had to make false claims because of their power. Now that we have the opportunity, we can contact you." Other sectarian families..." Fu Biao said with a dark expression.

"Unite with other sects?" Yue Tong stretched out his index finger and tapped lightly on the table in front of him. Obviously, he was considering this suggestion from his junior.

"Brother, there is nothing to hesitate. Although the benefits of our sect will be reduced by contacting other people, whoever makes the Tianmu sect powerful, our sect cannot swallow it alone, but their accumulation of thousands of years is definitely extremely rich, enough We have divided it up, not to mention that within a radius of five hundred miles, our sect is the largest force other than the Tianmu sect. Once the event is successful, we can occupy the place with the most spiritual energy. After dozens or hundreds of years, we will have more disciples If you become a high-ranking monk, you will be able to join the first-class sect in Youzhou, such a good opportunity to be famous, you should not miss it, then you will be famous in history, brother..." Fu Biao still persuaded tirelessly.

"Okay, then do according to what the younger brother wants." Although Yue Tong is mature and prudent, he still couldn't stand the other party's temptation in the end: "It's a bet!"

"Brother, don't worry, we will succeed." Fu Biao was overjoyed, and immediately patted his chest to promise: "It's not too late, let's leave here first."

"it is good!"

The two of them came out of the Yingbin Building and were about to escape down the mountain when suddenly a group of Tianmu disciples came over. The leader, about thirty years old, held a command flag and clasped his fists in salute: "Yu Yang sees the seniors, I am The deacon of our faction has just received the decree from the head master. Some young people have sneaked into Tianmu Mountain. Several uncles have rushed to deal with it. In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, seniors please do not walk around at will, and stay in Yingbin for the time being. Lou, after the matter is resolved tomorrow morning, our faction will naturally send the seniors down the mountain."

Although his words were tactful, the faces of the monks who were dispatched changed, and Fu Biao even provoked with a sneer: "What do you mean by that, you want to put us under house arrest?"

"Don't dare, dare not, I don't dare, junior, I just follow the decree of the real master, please stay here for now." Yu Yang was startled, and quickly explained with an anxious expression.

But Fu Biao had a dark heart in his heart, so he naturally intentionally made the scene chaotic: "It's nice to say, let us stay temporarily, and dare to say that it is not under house arrest. No matter how powerful your Tianmu faction is, you can't do whatever you want. A mere foundation-building period cultivator dares to Talk to us like that."

Before he could finish his voice, his right hand had become a claw, as if he was grabbing it fiercely.

Yu Yang's face was pale, so he didn't dare to take it head-on, he floated back and raised the command flag in his hand at the same time: "Set up the formation, stop him!"

Immediately, strange lights of various colors shot up into the sky, and the disciples of the Tianmu Sect each released their own spiritual weapons. Although their cultivation bases were only at the foundation establishment stage, they joined hands to form a formation with both offensive and defensive capabilities. The power is not to be underestimated Shame!

Of course, this kind of formation does not refer to the prohibition imposed by the formation plate and formation flag, but refers to the mutual assistance of offense and defense formed by the disciples of the same sect after long-term training and grinding.

It is a bit like the formations used by many people in the secular martial arts, such as Shaolin's "arhat stick formation", Wudang school's "true martial arts formation" and so on.

Of course, the changes displayed by the monks are even more miraculous and powerful.

Fu Biao missed a hit, and he said "Hey", seeing that many disciples of the opponent's Foundation Establishment Stage had already surrounded him, the stern look on his face flashed, he opened his mouth, and spit out a stern light.

After the sharp light circled around his head, the brilliance dissipated, but it turned out to be a big knife. However, it was shiny and extremely sharp, far from being comparable to ordinary spiritual weapons.

"magic weapon!"

Yu Yang's face changed, and he waved the spiritual weapon in his hand: "Junior brothers, be careful, everyone stand in your position, don't be broken by him one by one."

"Hmph, a group of little foundation-building monks want to stop me, they're overthinking their abilities!"

After Fu Biao sneered, he pointed at the magic weapon on top of his head, and suddenly the big knife was covered with a layer of green light, and he slashed down fiercely like the opponent...

Naturally, Yue Tong would not let his junior and younger brother fight alone, so he took out a magic weapon in the shape of a ruler, and joined the battle group.

However, soon, the two discovered that things were not as simple as they imagined. Although they had no problem winning with their cultivation at the core formation stage, facing dozens of monks at the foundation stage who joined forces, it would take several days to defeat each other. In a few minutes, don't forget that this is the territory of Tianmu Mountain, and more disciples of this sect are coming from all directions.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, a good man can't stand a crowd, no matter how arrogant Fu Biao is, he knows that procrastination is not good for him, in case the elders of Tianmu Mountain come after finishing their affairs...

"Fellow daoists, are you all going to sit still and let the Tianmu sect do whatever you want, manipulate yourself..." Fu Biao's tongue was full of spring flowers, and he wanted to drag other monks at the alchemy stage into the water.

However, the effect is not great, and most people are watching with cold eyes. Now that the situation is unclear, it is not wise to make a decision rashly. You must know, who can condense a golden core, which one of these guys has lived for tens of hundreds of years, and they are old and mature. So gullible.

Only two people joined the battle group, but whether they were bewitched by Fu Biao or had other ulterior motives, there are still two opinions...

But no matter what, after having two more allies, the four alchemy stage monks joining forces cannot be blocked by a formation of dozens of foundation stage disciples.

As the leader, Yu Yang stood outside the formation holding a command flag, but the expression on his face became more and more ugly. Suddenly, he raised his hand, took out a blank talisman, bowed his head and said something hastily, Then with a wave of his hand, the sound transmission talisman turned into a flame and disappeared into the night sky.

But at this moment, Master Kumu and his juniors were flying away like the Valley of Wonderful Medicine, when suddenly a sound transmission talisman flew over. His face became very ugly.

"Junior Brother Ning, what happened?"

Ning Yufan didn't answer, but threw the sound transmission talisman in the middle of the crowd, and several alchemy masters used their spiritual senses to check it out.

"Damn it, the two guys from Xueyingmen are so bold, I'll go and take them down right away." It was the mighty-looking big man who spoke.

"Junior brother Lu, don't act recklessly." The real man withered wood pondered for a while: "Junior brother Ning, you should go and have a look!"

"Yes, Senior Sect Leader." Ning Yufan nodded, turned into a ray of light, and walked towards the Yingbin Building.

(End of this chapter)