Martial Gods

Slasher's mouth spurted blood.

Fall and fly to Zhanfeng's feet.

The position of the chest was completely sunken.

It seems that the five internal organs were injured by that kind of martial arts.

Zhan Feng looked at Zhan Lei in astonishment.

"You were defeated by Yan Jing?"

"Brother, brother, this kid is tricky!"

Done.

Zhan Lei fainted directly.

Zhanfeng's eyes suddenly turned scarlet: "Yanjing, you are courting death!"

"Dare to hurt my brother, I'll kill you!"

Yan Jing, who had used the Triple Prajna Dragon Elephant Fist, had almost exhausted all his strength.

It was his limit to be able to use this kind of martial art to defeat the unprepared Thunder Slasher.

Yan Jing was calm on the surface, but he laughed in his heart.

"Sure enough, I still have some headaches. I looked at myself too high. That Zhanlei suffered a loss in my hands. Zhanfeng will definitely not be as unguarded as him."

"After cultivating the dragon and gaining the increase of the silver dragon body, the strength of my physical body will not be weaker than the eighth-level human beings like Zhanfeng and Zhanlei, but the overall strength of spiritual practice depends not only on the strength of the physical body, but also on the spiritual energy and means."

"With these additions, the physical gap between me and them has been made up again."

"What to do next..."

Seeing that Zhanfeng was about to attack.

Yan Yan hurriedly flashed.

He rose from the sky and protected Yan Jing in front of him.

"Hmph, facing the two of you brothers, I'm really not an opponent, I can only lead them to defeat, but now, Zhan Lei has been severely defeated by my brother, I'm a big sister, it's not a problem to stop you alone, Saint Eighth Layer. Bar?"

"Today's battle, even if you risk your life, you will definitely win. If you are not afraid of death, then come!"

"This will be the third battle in which your Chilong Palace lost to our Tianyan Palace!"

"The luck of your Chilong Palace is about to run out!"

Zhan Feng's pupils shrank, he first looked at Yanyan, then at Yanjing, he didn't know what he was thinking, and then he hummed, "It's good luck for your sister and brother, when my brother recovers from his injury, it's with you. nice!"

Zhan Feng waved to everyone behind him, signaling to withdraw first.

One of the spiritual cultivators of the Chilong Palace was puzzled, leaned into Zhanfeng's ear, and whispered, "Brother Zhanfeng, why don't you take them all at once!?"

"Our overall strength is superior to that of Tianyan Palace!"

Zhanfeng squinted his eyes, lowered his voice, and responded, "Tianyan Palace has no staff to mobilize. The people who are here must be Yanyan and Yanjing. Don't worry about them adding more staff."

"One more thing, look at that kid Yanjing's expression, he's too calm and confident. I'm afraid he still has some tricks he hasn't used, and I might not be able to take him down alone."

"Yan Yan also said just now that our Chilong Palace has already suffered two losses on the northwest side of the battlefield. When we came, the elders in the palace told our brothers that we must never lose again, so I don't want to take this risk to fight. Go down!"

"Anyway, Zhanlei and I are about to break through the ninth level of the Holy Spirit, so I'll retreat a bit and come back when I'm ready. Don't worry, with the help of so many herbs, it won't take a few days at all!"

"Walk!"

Faced with Zhan Feng who chose to retreat temporarily, Yan Yan did not pursue her beyond her limits, because she was seriously injured and could not be Zhan Feng's opponent at all. It was just a pretense just now.

"Cough, puff!"

At this moment, Yan Jing, who was calm on the surface, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Almost fell.

Fortunately, the two Heavenly Flame Palace spiritual cultivators rushed up to hold them.

"Little Master, are you alright?"

Yan Jing's face showed bitterness, and he said with a difficult smile: "Is it all right? After all, Thunder Slaying is the Eighth Realm of Human Saints. I didn't vomit blood in front of Zhanfeng, and it was already suffocating."

"However, young master, you are so amazing, you actually defeated that thunderbolt with the power of one person!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe that you still have such a powerful power hidden!"

Yan Jing waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and rest in place. Our Tianyan Temple has always been understaffed, and we can only leave a small number of spiritual practitioners to guard the side battlefield."

"The leader of the spiritual practice must return to the Tianyan Palace to wait for other dispatches and arrangements. This caused the Chilong Palace to not respond in time when they attacked. By the time we arrived here, they had been approaching for a long time."

"But this time, my sister and I can't go back to the Tianyan Palace. The side battlefield in the northwest has completely shattered the myth of Chilong Palace's invincibility that lasted for five years. I think they must attach great importance to it!"

"So you have to keep it here."

Done.

Yan Jing took out some medicinal materials from the Qiankun Ring.

Sent to the public.

"It's not too much, let's share it together!"

After seeing about a dozen medicinal herbs of various shapes, the spiritual practitioners of the Heavenly Flame Palace immediately turned red just like the hungry wolf saw the bloody flesh.

"Medicine!? It's medicinal!"

"What kind of medicinal material is this? I have never seen it before. It has such a strong medicinal fragrance. Is this, this... a medicinal material with such strong medicinal power, can we enjoy it?"

"Little Master, you should hurry up and put it away!"

"My God, even if we get the frontal battlefield, few strong people are willing to use this medicinal material. The continuous wars in the past few years have exhausted the storage of our Tianyan Palace!"

Yanjing looked at those spiritual practitioners who were obviously too greedy, but very knowledgeable, and smiled lightly: "The frontal battlefield is too far away, and the near thirst cannot be quenched in the distance, so let's use it ourselves."

Yan Yan came over and took one of the herbs.

The jade hand gently stroked the medicinal material.

Immediately, she felt a cool medicinal power pouring into her body, making her feel uncomfortable.

After regaining his senses, Yanyan looked at Yanjing with a strange look: "Where did you get these things? It seems that they were picked not long ago, even the rhizomes are fresh!"

Yanjing thought that Xiao Chen didn't want other people to know the secrets of Poison Deed Space and Yaoshan. Of course, he couldn't tell the whole story. He could only lie: "I found it on the way I came here."

Yan Yan's eyes suddenly brightened.

"We still have such a good place in the Eastern Region? Where is it? If there are other medicinal materials, they must all be diverted to the frontal battlefield. In that case, there is a chance of winning!"

Yanjing sighed and shook his head: "That's all, probably because the battles of spiritual practice are too frequent, causing these spirits hidden underground to break out of the ground."

"But little master, does this fruit grow underground?" One of the spiritual practitioners picked up a medicinal herb with fruit, not doubting but doubting.

"Uh...this..." Yan Jing was at a loss for words, and could only say randomly: "I'm just a metaphor, metaphor, do you understand? Who knows where this stuff came from, do you all use it or not? Can I use it myself?"

"Use it, use it, use it, it's enough!"

Yan Jing felt guilty.

Yan Yan suspicious.

But she and Yanjing, as the main battle force, each divided a complete medicinal material, taking advantage of Zhanfeng and Zhanlei to heal and recover, they must absorb and utilize the medicinal power as soon as possible.

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