The soil has become refined [Sword Three]

"Squeak-"

The verdant bloodthirsty vines were wrapped around the door knocker, and the door was pulled open.

Yun Lin was wearing a plain long-sleeved gown and stepped into the courtyard.

The entire yard is entwined with vines, among which, in the center of the yard is a bloodthirsty vine that can almost be compared with a century-old tree.

Seeing Yunlin walk in, a figure appeared in front of the bloodthirsty vine.

Wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, although it is a phantom, but the figure is already very solid, at first glance, it will definitely not be found to be just a phantom.

"Master." Yin Shiyuan cupped his hands.

Yunlin seldom comes here on weekdays. Although he knows the situation in this elder's house, he has never seen it with his own eyes. Therefore, when he saw the bloodthirsty vine that was almost as old as your century-old tree for the first time, he couldn't help being slightly stunned until Yin Shiyuan opened his mouth. .

"Elder Yin." Yun Lin nodded slightly, "Just now Jun Tathagata came to report that someone is looking for you."

"Oh? But someone from Qianfomen?" Yin Shiyuan asked subconsciously.

But then he thought it was wrong, if he was really a member of Qianfomen, Jun Ru should have brought him directly, although he didn't see outsiders, but the people of Qianfomen were an exception.

And people from Qianfomen are the easiest to recognize, all of them have bare heads.

"No." Yun Lin shook his head, "Jun Ru said that the man's name is Xia Congyuan."

Yin Shiyuan narrowed his eyes, "Has the mountain protection array ever been opened?"

As soon as the words finished, a slightly rambunctious voice sounded from midair, "My old friend came to visit, but Yin Xiaoyou wanted to stop him from the door. It's really sad."

"call out--"

A cracking sound rang out.

It turned out that a white bone whip was whipped up in the air!

Xia Congyuan didn't dodge or dodge, the long bone whip was blocked by an invisible barrier before it fell on him.

Yin Shiyuan stretched out his hand, grasped the long handle of the whip, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

In fact, what he wants to ask more is why are you still alive?

It's just that this is the Xuancang sect after all, and worried that this person's sudden madness would hurt the disciples in the sect, Yin Shiyuan decided to stabilize the opponent first, and then try his best to take this person away.

****

At the moment when Xuancangmen suddenly encountered a crisis, great chaos broke out in the arena in the imperial capital.

Although Xie Qianjun had already ordered Linjiao and others to inform other members of the sect when he found out that the other party was Murong Zhengdu, be careful of those from the Flying Star Sect.

However, even he never thought that Murong Zhengdu would be so frenzied.

A moment ago, the cultivator who was still talking and laughing with the disciples of the Flying Star Sect, the next moment his eyes were full of blood.

In just a blink of an eye, the disciple of the Flying Star Gate exploded into a mass of flesh and blood, killing the cultivator opposite him all over his body and face.

Such a situation is not unique, and the scene was immediately chaotic.

Because the matter happened too quickly, after recovering from it, a timid person immediately yelled, turned around and wanted to run away.

However, because most of the people were crowded together to watch the competition in the arena, once those people exploded, not only the people facing them, but also everyone within a few feet would be infected with some Flesh and blood, the difference is only the amount.

Although those cowardly people wanted to run away, but the crowd at this time was nothing more than squeezing the flesh and blood of their bodies everywhere.

****

Xie Qianjun stood in the stands, frowning deeply.

If the restlessness of the people below is allowed to continue, there is a high possibility of a stampede.

Although they are all monks, it is okay for those with high cultivation to be stepped on a few times, but it is not necessarily the case for those with low cultivation.

Furthermore, what if someone fishes in troubled waters and deliberately kills his enemies?

"Brother." A Rang stretched out his hand and flattened the word "Chuan" between Xie Qianjun's eyebrows, "I have a solution.

"

"any solution?"

A Rang smiled with his eyes crooked, "This way~"

At the same time as the voice fell, countless spiritual plants raised their air crazily from the ground. It took only half a quarter of an hour before and after, and the monks who were still squeezing around were fixed in place, unable to struggle.

The only thing that can move is probably the eyes.

What's even more embarrassing is that when they were fixed, they maintained the movements of a certain moment before, so they looked even weirder.

But for some people, it's nothing to move strangely, their posture is shameful!

God is sorry, those indecent actions are not their intention at all!

However, there is another group of people who want to cry more without tears.

They watched as the flowers full of fangs protruded out their stamens, "rolled" away the minced meat and blood from their faces and heads, and after "swallowing", they swayed, and then stretched out the stamens on their faces. "Draw" a few times on the hair, quite reluctant to part.

The monks who have been "drawn" have no doubt that if there were no people behind them to control them, these ferocious flowers would definitely treat themselves as food!

****

Looking at the people who looked like "sculptures" below, and A Rang who was full of "asking for credit", Xie Qianjun fell silent.

What does that make him say?

Neither praise nor blame.

It's really... a headache!