Noisy and loud.

In the backyard, Field, Huang, and others guarded the hospital entrance with ugly faces. Looking at Zhuang Jiu, Jing Yuanhu and others who broke in like a tiger or a wolf, and the city guard captain who claimed to notarize the challenge, the mood of the few people almost instantly fell to the bottom of the valley!

Things happened too suddenly. If it were Zhuang Jiu and Jing Yuanhu, the others would not be worried.

With the rules of the Inangtian City, even if the other party is stronger than them, he dares not cause trouble for them, but why did the city guard suddenly intervene?

Even if there is any one of the city lords, the city guards, have the power to preside over the challenge. Although there are certain restrictions on the number of preside over the time, with this power in hand, all families and forces dare not underestimate it!

This time, the city guards were actually ahead of the Jing family and Zhuang Jiu. The few people were not prepared at all. If they were determined, then it was certain that the few people would die here without exception!

If we say hope, the strongest among the few is Field, but he has the confidence to deal with any out-of-body powerhouse. However, facing a peak powerhouse like Zhuang Jiu, he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he has no power to fight back at all!

Zhuang Jiu stood in front with his hands in his arms and smiled.

If these guys accept the challenge, then without exception, they will die one by one in his hands. As for not accepting it? Do they have any choice?

As if he wanted to appreciate the struggles of Butler Huang, Field and others before their deaths, he was not in a hurry at all.

On the other side, Butler Huang had already run to the Captain of the Po Guard and begged for mercy.

However, the captain narrowed his eyes, looked at the sky with his eyes squinted, and ignored it after announcing the challenge of life and death, as if an outsider, butler Huang was frightened and angry, and his pale face was filled with despair.

The monks watching the fun did not have much sympathy. They saw too many such situations. There were a few unjust deaths in the Xiangtian City every day. If you want to complain, you would blame these people for offending those who should not be offended.

He was talking quietly, most of the monks had an onlooker mentality. Some monks even opened the gambling table and secretly pulled some people to start betting. However, they were not betting on the loss or loss of Field and others, but betting that they could hold on for a minute or two minutes.

Enjoying the attention of everyone, Zhuang Jiu felt it was fresh at first, but gradually became impatient to wait.

"Okay, have you considered it? Who is the first to come?" Zhuang Jiu narrowed his eyes, swept over Butler Huang, Field and others one by one, and sneered coldly: "This way, don't let others say that I, Zhuang, bully the young, you can go together, and after today, Zhuang can announce to the outside world that the grudge between us will be offset from now on!" Zhuang Jiu waved his hand generously.

"Look! Zhuang Master's attitude is hard to reach. I have never seen any adults be so kind to any junior in the Nascent Soul Golden Elixir stage!"

"Yes, a group of Xiaoshen in the Nascent Soul Stage Golden Pill Stage can compete with adults. I don't know how many lifetimes they have cultivated..."

Meng Xiu's subordinates seemed to be infected with the great sentiment of compassion for the world, and they all came with pious faces and flattery.

A faint coughing came from the crowd, but no one dared to say anything. A small number of people who sympathized with shook their heads and sighed. They had seen shameless people, but there were only a handful of people who could be as shameless as Zhuang Jiu and others.

Field and the others had blue veins on their foreheads. They really wanted to insert Zhuang Jiu into the sky, then spread Meng Tian and others' mouths and kicked them hard.

However, the few people are old foxes, and they understand what to do and what not to do. At this moment, it is best to suppress all kinds of shock and anger and implement the "drag, word technique. With the strength of a few people, let alone insert Zhuang Jiu into the sky, I am afraid that his butt will be cleaned up before he lifted up. So, seeking stability, and there may be a glimmer of hope for survival when Lin Zong comes back.

Although they don’t know how strong Lin Zong is, they are definitely stronger than Field. Field’s overall strength has reached the peak of the out-of-body stage, so Lin Zong may have the initial level of distraction. In this way, the chances of several people joining together to survive are much higher.

"Here I'm back!" Finally, just as Zhuang Jiu felt impatient, Field and his eyes lit up. A familiar figure appeared in the spiritual consciousness.

The crowd suddenly parted, and a figure flashed in.

"Brother Lin!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin Chen!"

When they saw Lin Zong walking in, Field and others felt tears in their eyes. They had been hostile and jealous of Lin Zong, and even dissatisfied with the matter of defending themselves with spiritual weapons. They could be said to be both enemies and friends, but they have never been able to arrive in time like now, which made a strong sense surge in their hearts.

He was about to join forces with Lin Zong and swear to advance and retreat together, but Lin Zong smiled and waved his hand to stop him. After receiving the signal, although the few people were puzzled, they still looked at the development of the matter according to Lin Zong's intention.

Lin Zong turned around and swept over Zhuang Jiu and others one by one, with a strange light in his quiet eyes.

"Who is this?" Looking at the young monk who suddenly appeared, most of the monks watching the fun were stunned and began to speculate.

"I don't know, it seems to be in the same group as those Nascent Soul Stage..."

"Hehe, I said why are you hesitating? It turns out that you have to wait for your helper." Zhuang Jiu suddenly realized, sneered, and did not take Lin Zong into his eyes. He turned to look at Jing Yuanhu beside him: "Brother Jing, he is Lin Chen who stole your Jing family's spiritual weapon. This Nascent Soul stage boy, I will force him to ask about the whereabouts of the spiritual weapon."

"Haha! Then please Brother Zhuang!"

On the side, Jing Yuanhu's eyes were filled with a hint of greed, as if he could not express excitement and pride when he saw the prey.

As long as he snatches back a few spiritual weapons from Lin Zong, his status in the family will not only be greatly improved, but will also allow his great-grandfather Jing Cangyun to gain a huge reputation through this, thus overwhelming the other two Supreme Elders of the family in one fell swoop and becoming the veritable first elder of the family!

"Haha, Lin Chen, this time, let's see how you can escape from my master's palm!" Jing Yuanhu was so excited as he looked around, as if a beautiful prospect was right in front of him.

Lin Zong pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and swept over him casually. His eyes fell on Zhuang Jiu, and he became cold in vain!

"You want to challenge?"

Zhuang Jiu frowned, and Lin Zong's tone of questioning made him feel uncomfortable. Is it my Lord controlling your life? "Yes, Zhuang is too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Since we are all here, it's better to send you on the road together, so you can go together."

"No need, you can break through my Piaotianyi Network first." Lin Zong pulled out the iron sword that he had been carrying from the Shenfeng Continent.

"Just rely on you?" Zhuang Jiu chuckled.

The monks watching the fun looked at Lin Zong in surprise and shook their heads one after another. A small Nascent Soul Stage

Zi, a flying sword that is at most a medium-grade magic weapon was solved in less than a minute. Some monks were overjoyed and began to bet.

"Lin Zonghe" Field and others looked at each other, and finally decided to take a look.

"Haha, boy, try stabbing me with a sword. Let's break my defense first!" Zhuang Jiu's light flashed, and a thick layer of body protection true energy floated on the surface of his body. Then he looked at Lin Zong with a chuckle and playful look.

Generally, when the destruction of monks in the divine stage, ordinary magic weapons have no effect on them, and spiritual weapons can be included in the body, so it can be judged that Lin Zong’s iron sword cannot be a spiritual weapon or even no trace of spiritual power.

From the perspective of action, even the standard of ordinary magic tools cannot be met.

Meng Tian and others flattered them, happily inviting Lin Zong to attack.

Thorn!

Almost as soon as Zhuang Jiu's voice fell, Lin Zong laughed and his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword flashed like lightning. The next moment, a light spot was on Zhuang Jiu's true energy shield at a speed that was beyond the reach of his eyes. It was too fast, just like a beam of light suddenly rising in the darkness of the night, Zhuang Jiu had almost no reaction time!

Almost subconsciously, Zhuang Jiu subconsciously moved his head with his powerful spiritual consciousness in the dispersal stage. Puff! The next moment, a cold light like a blade cuts through his scalp.

After pausing for a few breaths, the body-protecting true energy on his body surface shattered.

Zhuang Jiu was sweating coldly, and roared, his body shifted at an extremely fast speed, and then summoned the "body" spiritual weapon to protect his body tightly. "Impossible! How can your magic weapon break my defense!" Zhuang Jiu was in horror and looked at the iron sword that had been unsheathed in Lin Zong's hand!

It was this sword that almost hit his head just now!

The people watching the fun were shocked. A Nascent Soul cultivator almost killed a powerful man in the divine stage?

Did you see it just now?

"1 boy! I want to use spiritual weapons to crush your spirit!" With fear and a sudden attack, Zhuang Jiu ignored the majesty of "Senior, he flew back hundreds of feet and turned into a flying rainbow and slashed towards Lin Zong!

"Medium-grade spiritual weapon flying sword?"

Lin Zong narrowed his eyes. The sword was useless just now, which made him think it was a pity. The iron sword in his hand was not a spiritual weapon after all, and I'm afraid there would be no way to deal with Zhuang Jiu from a long distance.

Seeing the spiritual weapon slashing, the iron sword in his hand turned into a ball of miméng sword shadows, blocking the flying sword rainbow one by one, Lin Zong was trying hard to control the power of the iron sword, exerting only one tenth of his power.

If he had a full blow, he would definitely cut the mid-grade spiritual weapon flying sword with the texture of the iron sword, and he would have suffered a great loss.

The two seemed to be in a stalemate.

Watching the two of them attacking and defending each other, they had already become petrified. On the sidelines, Jing Yuanhu's face turned red and encouraged Zhuang Jiu with Meng Tian and others. The captain's brow frowned slightly, and the gods were a little solemn.

"Boy, go to death for me!" Zhuang Jiu was furious at this moment. He had tried his best, but he didn't expect that Lin Zong was so complete that he not only blocked his attacks one by one, but it seemed that he still had enough energy. How could this be a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage?

"That's the case for masters in the divine stage, and the game is over!"

Probably tentatively the depth of Zhuang Jiu, Lin Zong sneered and inserted the iron sword into the scabbard. Zhuang Jiu was very happy and took the opportunity to exert force. The sword rainbow soared, and the spiritual sword turned into a hundred feet. With the powerful power of destruction, it slashed down in awe-inspiring eyes, as if the power that could destroy everything scared many cultivators to fly out of Dique Pavilion.

All the cultivators held their breath and cohesively defended themselves. Then they looked at Lin Zong who was under the power of destruction. They saw that he was empty-handed and everyone was suspicious. Could this person be waiting for death?

Lin Zong raised his head and saw the hundred-foot flying sword slashing, and slapped it with his left hand. The power of the law surged out like a wave, and thundered! In the stunned eyes of the crowd, the powerful mid-grade spiritual weapon flying sword was shot out.

Puff! Zhuang Jiu widened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood when he was backfired. Before he could understand what was going on, he saw a figure flashing in front of him. The boy in the Nascent Soul stage who was looked down upon was approaching. In shock, the reflex conditions were about to retreat. But what frightened him was that the surrounding space was locked by an inexplicable force. This power was so mysterious that it completely suppressed his peak cultivation level in the divine distraction stage!

Roar~~~! Zhuang Jiu tried hard to break free from this force, but he was like a mud wolf trapped in a swamp, unable to break free. Lin Zong laughed sarcastically, stepped over, and grabbed Zhuang Jiu's throat with his right hand.

"Stop!" The sudden change made everyone stunned for a long time. Seeing Zhuang Jiu's mysteriously falling into Lin Zong's hands, Jing Yuanhu screamed in shock.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me if you have to. Let me put down fellow Taoist Zhuang Jiu first!" The captain of the city guard also stood up, his eyes cold.

Lin Zong turned around and looked at the few people, "Oh? Captain asked me to release Zhuang Jiu?"

"As city guards, we have the responsibility to reconcile your conflicts. If Zhuang Jiu really has something to do to you, I will ask him to compensate him!" Seeing Lin Zong stopping, the captain of the team raised his head and said coldly.

"It turns out that your city guards can reconcile the conflicts, haha, it's a pity that it's too late this time!" With a gentle smile, Lin Zong tightened his right hand!

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