Family Cultivation: I can upgrade my magic weapon

"Compromise, give in?"

Facing the threat, Chen Qingyun immediately sneered as if he had heard some big joke.

"Oh? It seems you don't want to."

Seeing Chen Qingyun's reaction, the smile on the scholar's face faded and there was a tendency to change his face.

The middle-aged woman frowned, put her palms on the array plate, and finally said threateningly: "Your life is at stake, don't be stubborn."

"You are alone, and you will gain nothing by going against us. Don't be so self-righteous that you end up losing your life in vain."

"Right now, I will show mercy and give you a chance to live. Please think clearly."

As they said that, the three of them had a tacit understanding with each other, and at the same time they activated the magic weapons and moved towards the center, as if they were going to fight in the next second.

As the main controller of the formation, the old man surnamed Feng controlled the main formation disk, communicating with all the energy in the air. The sword slowly lowered, closing the distance with Chen Qingyun.

The cold light flashing on the sword's edge seemed extremely dazzling at this moment, without revealing its edge.

Even if you don't look up, you will feel that the sword of essence hanging in the air around your head is cold and ruthless, full of strong killing intent.

As long as you dare to say a word "no", you will immediately attract swords of energy all over the sky.

Chen Qingyun no longer cared about what the middle-aged woman said, or in other words, he had no interest in listening anymore.

He had already secretly activated all the Five Elements puppets on his body, and each one launched the earth escape technique and lurked underground first.

At the same time, the magic shuttle was summoned into his hand, and Chen Qingyun responded coldly word by word.

"That's it, I'll send you on your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the foot-long black shuttle in Chen Qingyun's hand flashed with light.

In the blink of an eye, the broken magic shuttle turned into a black light and pierced the old man named Feng.

"Be bold!"

Seeing that Chen Qingyun had launched an offensive and was actually speaking so brazenly, the scholar's face darkened and he reprimanded angrily.

He changed his face in an instant, waved the brush in his hand, and swung an ink stream of light straight at Chen Qingyun.

At the same time, the middle-aged woman also made a move. Unable to intimidate her, she simply threw her palm and shot the flying needle in her hand, hitting Chen Qingyun directly in the face.

The writing brush and flying needle are both high-grade magic weapons, which the two of them have mastered for a long time.

Cooperating with the old man surnamed Feng, it can have a diversionary effect and influence the enemy's actions.

The old man named Feng had already developed a tacit understanding with his two companions. He threw the spear in his hand and pierced Chen Qingyun's pubic area.

The one that struck first was an ink-colored stream of light, which magnified in the air and turned into a sword light, reaching a size of two feet, and the attack was fierce.

Chen Qingyun used his cloud-stepping boots to show his agility and speed, dodging the attacks of flying needles, spears, and writing brushes in just two steps.

The old man surnamed Feng was particularly cautious. In order to deal with the attack of the broken magic shuttle, he did not easily use magic weapons and magic shields to resist it.

Instead, he avoided it out of caution.

The higher the cultivation level of the casual cultivator, the richer the combat experience. This move allowed the old man surnamed Feng to save his life.

Otherwise, with the effect of breaking the magic shuttle to defeat the shield light, the defense method of the old man named Feng may not be effective.

Ginger is really spicy.

Chen Qingyun didn't rely on the magic shuttle to kill the enemy. This was just to attract the attention of the three people.

The broken magic shuttle was empty and flew out into Chen Qingyun's hands.

At this time, the twelve puppets lurking underground were controlled by Chen Qingyun, and each of them turned into a killing weapon, each preparing its own moves.

"Little brother, you are stubborn and stubborn. Now you insist on destroying yourself. You think you are the opponent of the three of us. It is really ridiculous."

"I will take your head as you wish!"

The old man named Feng laughed wildly.

With the help of the formation, it can be said that he is full of confidence.

Looking at Chen Qingyun, he regarded Chen Qingyun as a conceited and arrogant younger generation. He really thought that he was so great because of his ability.

This kind of young Zifu monk has killed two people in the past two months.

Without saying a word, Chen Qingyun used the puppet's perspective and induction to grasp all the changes in the entire formation area, every plant and tree, and took control of the overall situation.

The puppet's actions here are enough to start a hearty killing.

This was a one-sided massacre.

First of all, the four puppets of Sword Immortal, Poseidon, Vulcan and Tianlei took action and took the lead in attacking the old man named Feng.

This person is the strongest, and as the leader, he has the most combat experience. He naturally captures the thief first and captures the king first.

None of the three people realized that they had become prey.

Instead, they each winked, quickly communicated with the formation disk in their hands, and controlled the sword of essence in the formation to kill Chen Qingyun.

"ah!"

However, at this moment, a scream suddenly rang out, and the sound was full of fear.

"What the hell!"

"What's going on?"

This sudden scream made the middle-aged woman look shocked, and she heard the source of the sound.

"Mr. Feng!"

The scholar was also attracted, secretly saying something bad.

The two of them followed the sound and saw that the old man surnamed Feng was surrounded by four puppets at some unknown time.

The spear in his hand was being caught by a puppet with thunder all over its body, and was held firmly in his hand.

Next to him, there was a puppet holding a long knife. The sword flashed in his hand. In just the initial exchange, one of the right arms of the old man surnamed Feng was cut off and he was bleeding.

"What the hell!"

"Where did the monk come from?"

Seeing this scene, the scholar and the middle-aged woman spoke up one after another, realizing that the battle situation was out of their control.

The old man surnamed Feng covered his arm. He was also experienced. He didn't care about the spear caught by the Thunder Puppet and immediately gave it up with pain.

He took a pill in time to stop bleeding and heal his wounds, and shouted.

"Be careful, this kid is a puppeteer!"

He was cautious enough to activate two third-level top-grade defensive talismans in a row.

Two dark yellow defensive bells appeared, covered with white runes. The bell walls were two fingers thick. With two clangs, he was protected inside and outside.

"Puppet master, I underestimated you!"

The scholar reacted and changed to activating the brush in his hand, turning it into a broom and slapping the Thunder Puppet, trying to temporarily assist the old man surnamed Feng.

The Thunder Puppet tilted its head, raised its right arm, and thunder gathered in its palm, and the electric light shone.

With a rumble, like a spring thunder, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm blasted out from the palm of his hand, hitting the brush magic weapon.

The brush magic weapon trembled after being bombarded, and cracks appeared on the surface, and then it exploded.

"My magic weapon!"

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the scholar cried out in pain, so he had to ignore the old man surnamed Feng for the time being.

At the moment, the old man surnamed Feng's defense method was really impeccable. The two most precious defense talismans on his body were directly used, and there was really no better defense method.

I thought that this would be able to withstand the attack of the puppet.

But the next moment, I saw a puppet standing in front of me, waving the fairy sword in his hand, and slashing with a sword with an indifferent face.

The strong sword energy made the old man surnamed Feng terrified.

"Purple Mansion... Peak!"