An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

"After the eating competition, do we have to compete in pooping and peeing?"

A Qilin monk walked out as he spoke with a mocking tone.

"How about we compete in drinking water?" Xu Fu suggested. If they competed in drinking water, he would not be afraid even if the other party attacked him together.

"I'm not in the mood to play with you. I came here today just to taste the blood of the 'Seven Stars of Black Tortoise'. What's the difference?"

These words caused everyone in Xuanwu to frown. Xu Fu then looked carefully at the person who had spoken.

The man took off his outer robe and threw it aside, revealing an inconspicuous short coat of coarse cloth, which was covered with blood marks of varying depths, and the original color of the coat could no longer be seen. There were seven or eight scars densely packed on his face, which looked a bit scary. In addition, this person was missing an ear.

"What are you looking at? If you are afraid of death, then just roll aside and be a coward!" The man shouted as he pulled out a black iron stick that was more than two feet long and as thick as a thumb from his waist.

"Are you 'Blood Hand' Qi Sha?" Jie Tingzhu's expression changed slightly when he saw the black iron stick, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Hey! Is my reputation so great? Even you old turtles know about it?"

"you……"

A man behind Jie Tingzhu became furious upon hearing this, and was about to step forward when Jie Tingzhu raised his hand to stop him.

"This man is ruthless and bloodthirsty. It is said that the weapon in his hand can suck blood. Don't be impulsive!"

Jie Tingzhu warned everyone in a low voice, and even Xu Fu was somewhat moved. It was not because he was frightened by Qi Sha, but because he was surprised that such a notorious person was from Qilin Shanglingyuan!

"Tang Yuan, is he also from your Qilin?"

Xie Tingzhu asked Tang Yuan who was watching coldly not far away.

"What a coincidence. I just joined Qilin not long ago." Tang Yuan glanced at Li Tingzhu and answered casually.

"You dare to want such a person? Aren't you afraid of ruining Qilin's reputation?"

"Qilin's reputation? Hahaha..."

Tang Yuan seemed to have heard something extremely funny and was laughing to the point of tears.

"Qilin's reputation has long been wiped out along with Qilin Shanglingyuan, but as long as you old guys are killed, Qilin's reputation will naturally return."

After Tang Yuan finished laughing, the expression on his face became sinister again, and his tone was full of murderous intent.

"Which old turtle comes here to die?" When Qi Sha heard Tang Yuan mean that he could kill anyone he wanted today, he felt very happy and shouted again immediately.

Xie Tingzhu thought for a moment and was about to step forward when he was immediately stopped by two people behind him.

"This man's weapon is strange. Your Xuanwu Secret Art cannot block it." Jie Tingzhu said in a deep voice. He had been trying his best to regulate his breathing. He had been thinking of dealing with Tang Yuan in the end, but he didn't expect that Tang Yuan, in order to seek revenge on Xuanwu, would even bring in the notorious evil sect to help. This disrupted his plan.

To deal with cultivators who are good at weapons, Jie Tingzhu, who has mastered the Xuanwu Secret Art, is indeed the best candidate. However, if he is injured or suffers too great a loss, it will be a fatal blow to the morale of the Xuanwu side.

Everyone knows this, which is why they are so cautious.

"Let me do it!" Zhu Bingzhen said in a deep voice, patting Jie Tingzhu on the shoulder. He looked about the same age as Jie Tingzhu, but his hair was much grayer. When he spoke to Jie Tingzhu, his tone was not as respectful as others, as if his decision could not be changed even by Jie Tingzhu.

As expected, Xie Tingzhu didn't say anything else. He just looked at Zhu Bingzhen's back with a complicated expression.

Seeing Zhu Bingzhen slowly approaching, Weisu Yanhan and Xusu Shulichun behind him showed reluctance. They had been frozen together for many days and knew each other's physical conditions best. At this time, let alone Qi Sha, even if an ordinary ninth-grade cultivator came, it would not be easy to defeat him.

What they lack most now is time. As long as they can calm down and regulate their breathing, and expel the chaotic power in their bodies, they don't have to take Qi Sha and his ilk seriously. But if they go into battle in their current state, there is only one way to win.

Work hard!

Zhu Bingzhen was seen walking forward, his momentum rising with every step. After five steps, the spiritual pressure he exuded had caused the five people on Qilin's side to change their faces.

Qi Sha didn't wait for Zhu Bingzhen's momentum to reach its peak and stabbed him with a stick first.

As soon as the black iron stick came out, the sound of breaking wind was heard instantly. However, this sound of breaking wind was a little different, like someone was playing an ancient musical instrument.

"Woo..."

The moment the sound stopped, Xu Fu suddenly discovered that Shi Su had been hit.

The black iron rod suddenly pierced Shi Su's palm, and a trickle of blood dripped down.

Qi Sha did not seek credit for himself and act rashly. After his successful attack, he immediately withdrew.

Seeing Qi Sha licking the blood on the iron rod with an expression of enjoyment, the people on Xuanwu's side all had worried looks on their faces.

Except for Xu Fu, everyone on Xuanwu's side knew that what Zhu Bingzhen had just displayed was his unique skill - Ice and Fire Palm.

Zhu Bingzhen had already mastered this palm technique. When fighting against others, he could switch between the palms of ice and fire at will. The ice was used for defense and was invulnerable to swords and spears, while the fire was used for attack and was indestructible. It was a top-grade palm technique with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

Just now, Zhu Bingzhen used his ice palm to block Qi Sha's black iron rod, but was broken by Qi Sha in one move. This made everyone worry for Zhu Bingzhen. If even the ice palm couldn't block the iron rod, then it would be troublesome.

Sure enough, in the next few moves, Zhu Bingzhen was restrained everywhere. After ten moves, he had three more wounds on his body.

However, Zhu Bingzhen did not hold back on any of his moves, which made Qi Sha attack very cautiously, for fear that his opponent would find an opportunity and cause them to perish together.

Seeing that Zhu Bingzhen was at a disadvantage, Xie Tingzhu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had witnessed the true power of the "Ice and Fire Palm". Now that Zhu Bingzhen was affected by the power of chaos, he was probably not able to exert even 30% of his usual power. Otherwise, with just the notorious Qi Sha, Zhu Bingzhen would be able to kill him in just two moves.

The two men exchanged several moves in the field. Zhu Bingzhen changed three footworks in succession, but still could not catch Qi Sha. Instead, he got several more wounds on his body.

Although the wounds were not deep, the blood had already dyed half of Zhu Bingzhen's outer robe red. After a few breaths, Xu Fu suddenly discovered that Zhu Bingzhen had slowed down.

"Oops!"

Xu Fu said secretly in his heart, and then he saw Qi Sha speed up his attack. His attack, which was originally as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, suddenly became as violent as a storm.

Zhu Bingzhen had an injury on his leg, which restricted his movements, so he had to use all his strength to exert his ice palm. Both of his palms were already covered with a layer of thin, broken ice.

After blocking several straight thrusts in succession, the thin ice on Zhu Bingzhen's palms was almost gone, and the wounds on his palms that had just stopped bleeding opened again.

Qi Sha smiled sinisterly when he saw this, and the black iron stick in his hand suddenly flashed with light, and when he stabbed out, it made a piercing scream.

"The ghost cries and the wolf howls!"

Jie Tingzhu called out in a low voice. He had heard of this move. It was the famous skill of "Blood Hand" Qi Sha. Few people could survive this move.

Seeing that the iron rod had turned into a black light and pierced his chest, Zhu Bingzhen had no other way to deal with it and could only continue to resist with his ice palm.

A soft sound.

The black iron rod pierced Zhu Bingzhen's palm almost without any hindrance, but the tip of the rod was finally deflected a little by the palm and finally pierced Zhu Bingzhen's shoulder.

Blood gushed out from the other end of the black iron rod like a spring, staining Qi Sha's hands blood red.