Orion's Daughter-in-Law [Xiu Xian]

When Duan Qishan heard what he said, he frowned unconsciously, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he heard a burst of noise, and when he raised his eyes, he saw dozens of monks confronting each other.

He was stunned for a moment, and seeing Shentu Yanfeng looking straight ahead, he raised his foot and walked towards these people without hesitation.

Duan Qishan immediately grabbed him, and hurriedly said: "There are too many of them, you..."

Speaking of this, I just remembered that Shentu Yanfeng's cultivation base is the highest in the entire Donghua Continent, not to mention that this is the cultivation world, and monks are not good at numbers.

In the world of mortals, it was difficult for one person to be a thousand troops, but in the world of cultivation, Shentu Yanfeng alone could wipe out clans and cities with a single gesture of his hand. Even if he overthrew a dynasty, it must be no problem.

He once again felt the huge gap between the two of them.

But Shentu Yanfeng had keen senses, even with a calm expression, he was always paying attention to Duan Qishan's reaction.

In fact, he deliberately walked towards these people, because he wanted to teach Duan Qishan some things about fighting in the little time left.

As for these people in front of them, the highest level of cultivation did not exceed the Foundation Establishment Stage. For Duan Qishan, even if it was a bit difficult to deal with, they would never really hurt him.

The world of comprehension is too dangerous, a hundred times more dangerous than fighting on the battlefield. Although he knows his own Shentu Yanfeng, it is not the real him.

He can only be regarded as a fragment of memory, because the real Shentu Yanfeng was injured, and he, Yu'er who recovered his memory, occupied this body.

However, he has a premonition that as long as he stays with Duan Qishan, he will not be able to appear again, because Duan Qishan has the "Shentu Yanfeng" thing on him, as long as the two people are close enough, the "Shentu Yanfeng" will be relieved. incurable disease.

Presumably, 'Shentu Yanfeng' will gradually realize this, although he will not understand why this is so for the time being.

He wanted to laugh a little, this situation was really difficult to solve, but he wouldn't stay for too long, and he also gave Duan Qishan the means to protect himself, even Shentu Yanfeng couldn't hurt him.

He sighed in his heart. He was wearing a disguise mask, so these confronting monks couldn't know that he was the most powerful demon in the world of cultivating immortals in Donghua mainland.

When they saw him as an uninvited guest at this moment, they still felt disgusted, and said disdainfully: "Who are you? Don't stay here for a long time, it will hinder our business!"

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, and said: "Shanshan, come over here and try to fight with these people, I will teach you."

When he said this, he originally wanted to kill the male monk who spoke, but he just thought of Duan Qishan's temperament. Although he was a bloody general, he didn't like killing in essence.

Even, it can be said to be a very gentle character.

His expression suddenly softened, but his hands were not slow at all. He stretched out his hand towards the male cultivator who had spoken just now, and before the other party noticed, he had already grabbed his neck and threw him to the tree. The aura is fixed.

His sudden move also exposed his true cultivation.

He turned around and left. Those monks were frightened and uneasy, and hurriedly scattered to escape around, but he had already set up a formation around here, and they couldn't get out.

Unless, he achieves his goal.

Duan Qishan approached step by step, not understanding Yu'er's intention of doing this, he looked at the frightened eyes of these monks, turned to look at Yu'er and asked: "I don't understand."

Shentu Yanfeng leaned against the tree with his arms folded, with a lazy posture and a calm expression, and said: "Go and test your cultivation base and ability, I want to see your current level, don't worry, I just use them It's just an experiment, it won't kill them, as long as you fight a game."

Duan Qishan was startled when he heard the words, and those monks also listened to the movement here tremblingly. After hearing Shentu Yanfeng's words, their faces suddenly showed anger, but the world of cultivating immortals is originally where the strong are respected.

With Shentu Yanfeng's ability, being able to arrange such an formation that they couldn't break through anyway shows that the opponent's strength is not something they can fight against.

Even if they killed them on the spot, they thought they were unlucky, and now it was only used as a test tool, even if they were unwilling in their hearts, they were more aware of current affairs than Duan Qishan.

Immediately, an older monk stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, what do you mean, as long as we fight this little monk, you can let us go regardless of whether we win or lose?"

Shentu Yanfeng raised his eyelids lazily, he never wanted to talk to such a small character, but for Duan Qishan's trial, he still opened his lips and said: "Indeed, regardless of winning or losing, of course, you can't let go, Otherwise, none of you will get out of here alive."

Hearing the words, the monks present immediately showed extremely angry expressions on their faces. They couldn't do anything about Shentu Yanfeng, so they naturally transferred their anger to Duan Qishan.

Duan Qishan is only a disciple of the fifth level of the Qi training period, and he looks like a tall man. He has only cultivated to the fifth level of Qi training at such an age, which shows that the other party's aptitude is not good.

Moreover, there is a fierce look between the eyebrows, but the facial features are correct and the eyes are clear, such a person...

It seems that even if the cultivation base is low, it cannot be underestimated.

The monks looked at each other, gestured towards Duan Qishan, and said, "Please."

Duan Qishan nodded hesitantly, he was not optimistic about Shentu Yanfeng's method, but he couldn't say no to Yu'er who had regained consciousness in front of him.

So, the next moment, those monks attacked in groups, and the aura of various fighting techniques danced in the air, firmly locking Duan Qishan in the most central position.

Duan Qishan frowned, Shentu Yanfeng was behind him, he couldn't retreat, surrounded by monks on three sides, every monk's cultivation level was above his level.

The situation was very unfavorable to him, and soon, his body was covered with knife after knife wounds, bleeding profusely, it looked terrible, but Duan Qishan knew that his injuries were not serious.

Shentu Yanfeng narrowed his eyes, sniffing the breath of Duan Qishan's blood in the air, regretting the decision he made just now, Duan Qishan is different from him, even if his current cultivation has reached the fifth level of Qi training, then It was also cultivated with great effort.

Moreover, he didn't have time to practice martial arts at all, at most he just absorbed spiritual energy. For Duan Qishan, this kind of duel was a big loss, and it was useless.

Duan Qishan is fighting and retreating, this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation, when he left Duanjia Village to go to the outside world, he was just a child.

But the times at that time were in troubled times, and not many people would be gentle and generous to him just because he was a child.

He grew up in such an environment, facing enemies that were much stronger than himself, facing enemies that were much more numerous than himself, he was used to defeating the strong with the weak.

The reason why he didn't take any action was that he just wanted to analyze the situation in front of him. After all, he really had too little experience in duels with monks, so it could be said that he didn't know much at all.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can win a hundred battles!

While avoiding fatal injuries, Duan Qishan observed their attack, he could feel that these people were becoming more and more merciless, and their hands were getting more ruthless.

Duan Qishan knew that the actions of the monks just now were just tentative attempts, not to test his details, but to test Shentu Yanfeng's attitude.

After learning that even if he was injured, Shentu Yanfeng would not make a move, their anger and resentment all attacked him.

Duan Qishan turned somersaults to avoid the fire talisman, and stuck a spirit stone on the ground every time he landed.

After being passively beaten for a quarter of an hour, he finally started to strike. The bright red blood stained his whole body, and his face was pale and almost bruised. This is the sequelae of excessive blood loss.

And the monks also had a hunch that the final showdown was about to usher in, and they became more and more merciless in their attacks.

Duan Qishan's blood-stained hand pinched the hand quickly, and after nimbly avoiding the fatal danger, he knelt on one knee and pressed his blood-stained hand firmly to the ground.

"Yimu Qinglong, Yanhuo Jue, sleepy!"

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, one circle after another caught fire, trapping the monks in groups, and not too many, just trapped all the monks.

The flames reached eight feet high in an instant.

The cultivators were not in a good mood, they didn't even realize when Duan Qishan arranged the formation, and they didn't even know how they were trapped in the formation.

This is so strange, they are obviously moving every minute and every second, and they are so flexible that they can't catch each other, but when these fire circles appear, they just trap them all.

If it wasn't that Duan Qishan deliberately forced them into the trap, it meant that this formation was clever and could separate and trap each of them in an instant.

The monks are not ordinary people. After being trapped, they saw that there were flames all around, but the sky above their heads was empty, so they were overjoyed and flew quickly to escape from the trap.

However, at the next moment, Duan Qishan put another blood-stained hand on the ground in front of him.

He muttered in his mouth: "Pure Yang Huofeng, Lie Yan Jue, lock!"

In an instant, the flames soared, covering the sky above their heads with airtightness.

The monk yelled in his heart that it was not good, the flame was burning too hot, it could not be extinguished by splashing water, it could not be frozen, and it could not be extinguished at all.

And they vaguely feel the feeling of suffocation, which is the feeling that the air is about to be burned.

The monks can hold their breath, but it is impossible not to breathe forever.

This battle was actually won by Duan Qishan in the Qi refining stage? !

Shentu Yanfeng raised his lips and laughed, the flames intensified with the flick of his fingers, burning all the monks to ashes in an instant.

How could a person like him let others touch his things, not even for an experiment.

So they all be damned!

He walked to Duan Qishan's side as if nothing had happened, and pulled Duan Qishan who was about to lose his strength from the ground. Seeing his bloody mess, Shentu Yanfeng felt a little distressed, and was about to feed him a elixir. When the other party firmly shook off his hand, he said, "You killed someone!"