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Generally speaking, warriors who had reached the sixth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage, such as sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch, these five senses were all extremely sensitive, and their reflexes were also greatly enhanced.

Furthermore, a Soul Sculpting Realm martial practitioner would be able to pour their mind consciousness into the Shenmen acupoint in the middle of their forehead. Their five senses and reaction power would be strengthened tenfold!

And once one reached the seventh level of the Transcending Mortality Stage, not only would their strength increase, their mental strength would also rise to a whole new level. They would be able to pour their mental consciousness into their eyes and display "Fear", causing others to feel an invisible pressure.

This was because a Spirit Refinement realm cultivator's mental strength was stronger, and his perception was also stronger. His five senses and reaction speed could be increased by almost twenty times!

"A total of eighteen people are fighting."

Lu Yuankong's eyes quickly swept across the battlefield and immediately made a judgment, "Based on his strength, I estimate that there are thirteen experts at the fifth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage, four at the sixth level, and one at the seventh level. He seems to be injured!"

No wonder the battle lasted for an incense's time. The leader of the Blood Tiger Gang, Ling Ba, was already injured, and only two experts at the sixth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage were barely holding on. They were clearly at the end of their tether.

Everyone thought in their hearts.

Ming Yu stared fixedly at the battlefield at the end of his vision. He didn't know why, but he had a faint premonition. Just as he was about to open his mouth to discuss with Lu Yuankong, he did not expect him to already speak.

"The three of you, follow me in. Yuan Qing, you will be in charge of taking care of the safety of these two young benefactors. Don't let anything happen to them. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" "Eldest Brother!"

The other three of them immediately cupped their fists in joy. Only the face of the monk called Su Yuanqing drooped down.

Why did the other three people train only to find out that it was his bad luck to be the guardian of these two pieces of trash?

What am I missing? Why does Eldest Martial Brother look down on me?

Su Yuanjing tightly clenched his teeth as his cheeks trembled. Although he did not say it out loud, his heart was already depressed to the extreme.

"Yuan Jing, do you understand?" Seeing that Su Yuanjing did not reply, Lu Yuankong once again asked in a low voice. As the eldest senior brother, he had absolute authority in the crowd.

"Yes." Su Yuanjing did not look at Lu Yuankong. He lowered his head and softly replied. After which, he did not speak anymore.

"Alright, let's go."

With that, Lu Yuankong no longer hesitated and led the three monks behind him to the battlefield. His fan-sized right hand flashed, and a two meter long black iron rod that weighed a thousand jin appeared.

Behind him, the three monks were also holding black iron sticks. However, their weights were only five hundred pounds, but they were still dancing like the wind and were fighting with the warriors who were currently fighting.

Lu Yuankong and his gang were all monks from the Lianyun Temple. They were proficient in staff and all of their weapons were black iron rods. However, depending on the difference in strength, the material and weight of the black iron rods were different.

"I keep feeling that this matter isn't simple. It's a good time to attack, isn't it?" Ming Yu muttered to himself.

"Shut up!"

Su Yuan was already filled with anger, but hearing Ming Yu's words, he felt even more angry. "How strong is Eldest Senior Brother, what do you know? Just sit there and watch. "

With that said, he ignored Ming Yu and looked towards Lu Yuankong who was rushing into the crowd.

On the field, under the snow-capped mountain.

Lu Yuan brandished his iron rod with empty hands. Like a meat tank, he swept away all the martial artists at the fifth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage blocking his way. His target was the middle-aged man in the blood-red armor, Ling Ba!

"Hehe, I came at the right time!"

Ling Ba's pupils had already shrunk to the point where they were as sharp as needles. When he activated his Insight, Lu Yuankong's advance was within his expectations. His right shoulder was covered in blood, but he still walked towards Lu Yuankong with his head held high.

Without any fear, Lu Yuankong focused his mind into the Divine Court. His five senses and reaction speed instantly increased by twenty times. Insight, activate!

In the next moment, his consciousness entered his eyes once again, and his pupils abruptly shrank to the thickness of a needle. An intangible and heavy force swept out, intimidating, opening!

Ling Ba also released his full momentum, clashing against Lu Yuankong and Han GuangMing. Just the intensity of their gazes and thoughts caused a loud explosion in the air.

The confrontation between the Spirit Refinement realm experts was too terrifying!

"Howling Tiger Fist!"

Ling Ba tightened his red-iron gloves and rushed towards Lu Yuankong. Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his right fist suddenly punched out! Lu Yuankong also did not want to be outdone. He brought along the black wind and hacked down with his staff!

"Bam!"

With an explosive sound, the violent shock wave from the Zhen Qi shook the snow in the surroundings into nothingness. Lu Yuankong was actually blown away by a heavy force, and his huge body flipped in the air once before finally standing firmly on the ground.

"Hahahaha …" Ling Ba laughed out wildly.

"You …" Lu Yuankong could not help but frown as he looked at the wound on Ling Ba's right shoulder. There was clearly only a pool of blood there, but no blood had flowed out at all.

In other words, Ling Ba was actually not injured at all.

In addition, the Howling Tiger Fist that Ling Ba had just used was an extremely powerful mid-grade Spirit Level Martial Skill. Ling Ba had already practiced it to the Transmutation Stage, which was comparable to a high-grade Spirit Level Martial Skill.

Lu Yuankong stabbed the black metal rod into the ground. With a cold and confident voice, he shouted, "Ling Ba, do you think you can beat me like this?"

A hint of laughter flashed past Ling Ba's eyes, as he said: "Damned bald donkey, the real show is yet to come!"

After speaking, he saw several figures emerging from the snow tens of meters away. They were actually five experts at the peak of the sixth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage, rushing towards him.

They were wearing blood-red uniforms and were the super strong martial artists of the Blood Tiger Gang. They did not expect that this Ling Ba was not a reckless person. In fact, he had already sent people to ambush them.

They were using the thought of someone trying to snatch the Fire Yuanzi to set up a trap here and then wait for them where they were.

Because of this method, they had already killed three experts at the seventh level of the Transcending Mortality Stage, and looted all their belongings.

After these five Blood Tiger Gang martial artists appeared, the scale of the battle immediately tilted towards the Blood Tiger Gang. As for the rogue cultivators who wanted to seize the Ice Soul Snow Lotus, they were so scared that they lost their momentum in an instant.

In the time it took to take a few breaths, he was killed by a few Blood Tiger Gang experts.

For a moment, only Lu Yuankong had three monks left!

Behind the mountainside that was a few miles away, Su Yuanjing had completely witnessed this scene.

At this moment, disbelief was written all over his face, and veins were popping out on his forehead. He did not expect that this was actually a trap set up by Ling Ba. This Ling Ba was truly sinister and sinister.

"Let's go all out!"

With a low growl, Su Yuanjing was about to rush towards the battlefield, but Ming Yu stopped him, "In a battle between experts, even the slightest mistake would be fatal. Right now, your three martial brothers have already restrained Lu Yuankong, if you go forward again, it will implicate Lu Yuankong even more."

What Ming Yu said was absolutely true. A battle between seventh level Spirit Refinement experts was extremely terrifying. Aside from Lu Yuankong, the other four monks were also at the Transcending Mortality Stage, and none of them had reached the peak.

On the other hand, the Blood Tiger Gang now had five experts at the peak of the sixth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage, and the two experts at the peak of the sixth level from before.

Even if Lu Yuankong had the ability to escape from several people, how could he not care about his junior brother?

"Let go of your dirty hands!"

He glared at Ming Yu fiercely. He could no longer tolerate Ming Yu's words, but he still dared to lay his hands on Ming Yu. This made him even more annoyed.

Ming Yu's expression gradually turned cold. He wasn't a saint, so he couldn't bear being humiliated again and again.

"What did you just say?" Ming Yu asked with a smile.

"I say you're just a useless trash who doesn't know anything. If you hadn't come to interfere, how could Eldest Martial Brother have made the wrong judgement because of his distraction?"

Pointing at Ming Yu's nose, he coldly said, "Moreover, Eldest Senior Brother is in trouble right now, yet you're spouting nonsense here. I really don't understand, what qualifications does a lowly person like you have to be with us."

"Whap."

Ming Yu raised his hand and slapped Su Yuanjing's face, causing him to be stunned. He covered his face and stared at Ming Yu in disbelief. "You hit me?"

"Right, I'll hit you." Ming Yu said indifferently.

At first, he didn't want to bother with Ming Yu, but now, Ming Yu had already completely angered him, and Ming Yu was finished.

He was so angry that he laughed instead. His voice was ice-cold as he said, "Try it again."

Right after he finished speaking, Ming Yu's right hand, which was still in the air, turned into a slap. The back of his hand once again slapped Su Yuanjing's face.

"You're courting death!"

Ming Yu's two slaps brought him great shame and humiliation. However, just as he was about to make a move, Ming Yu directly grabbed his right arm and fiercely flung him up onto a tree branch like a rubber ball. Just like that, he hung upside down on the tree.

Su Yuanjing felt his entire right arm go numb and he was utterly humiliated in his heart!

At this moment, Ming Yu's cold voice was heard, "Look over there. None of these monks will be hurt."

With that, he turned around and left for the battlefield.

Although grudges and grudges would arise in this world every day, and Mingyu couldn't possibly interfere, but Lu Yuan was born with a good intentions, and Mingyu wouldn't sit idly by.

"Ming Yu …"

But at this moment, Blackie called out to Mingyu, because these monks could tell that Blackie was a woman disguised as a man with their insight. She simply draped her long hair over her head, and tore off the fake beard that was plastered on her upper lip, restoring her attractive appearance as a woman.

Hei Ji pursed her lips and glanced at Su Yuanjing who was hanging on the tree. Immediately, she blinked. Immediately, her bright and moist eyes looked pitifully at Mingyu.

Her intention could not be more obvious. She was truly afraid by herself here. Moreover, she did not know what excessively excessive things that Su Yuanji would do to her.

There was no need for Ming Yu to ask, he already knew what was on Hei Ji's mind. He helplessly extended his left arm and said, "Okay."

"Yes, yes." Hei Ji immediately approached happily. She was then tightly held by Mingyu's left hand.

Ming Yu didn't linger any longer. Holding Hei Ji in her arms, she ran towards the fiery hot battlefield.

She didn't know why, but as long as she was embraced by Ming Yu, Hei Ji's heart would feel completely at ease.