The Western Barbarian monks organized their troops and were ready to go out, while the three major sects of the Southern Yan Kingdom were still huddled in the camp discussing important matters.

This time, a total of seventeen big Immortal Cultivation Families sent personnel. The number of Nascent Soul Stage monks in the three major sect camps has reached 20. Twenty Yuanying Stage monks in the three major sect camps gathered together, and everyone

Their faces are not pretty.

Before they burned the incense, spies had already reported that the Western Barbarians were gathering monks and were preparing to head here. They made a prompt decision and arranged for the Golden Core monks to go down and gather their disciples, preparing to rely on a large formation to withstand the opponent's attack.

Now, the three major sects are still in the defensive stage, and the main attack force is still the Western Barbarians.

Behind the middle camp, two large villages were specially set up. One of them was a place for alchemists to make elixirs, and the other was the territory of talisman masters.

There are two large villages with numerous small tents inside. Prominent figures from the three major sects are all hurriedly refining magic talismans or elixirs in their tents.

According to the speed of an ordinary mid-level talisman master, making fifty low-level high-level talismans in a day is the limit. Intermediate-level talismans are much slower, and it is not easy to successfully produce ten.

Yesterday, Brother Ji spent a whole day refining a thousand low-level high-level spiritual talismans and 500 intermediate-level spiritual talismans. The result was numbness in the scalp and cramps in the hands and feet.

It was the first time for such a high-density production, which made Brother Ji very uncomfortable. Fatty Luo looked on while shouting, "Murong, it's almost noon now, when are we going out?"

"Come on, come on, collect a thousand mid-level spiritual talismans, and let's go out for a walk!" The talisman pen in Brother Ji's hand kept flying rapidly, and he refined each mid-level spiritual talisman.

This was Fatty Luo's first time to watch Brother Ji's masterpiece up close. He was a little interested at first, but later he couldn't see what Brother Ji had done, and it became boring.

An hour later, Brother Ji sorted out the thick stack of magic talismans and let out a long breath, "Damn it, it's done, Fatty Luo, let's go!"

Fatty Luo rubbed his hands and laughed non-stop, "Murong, are we really showing our true colors? Well, what if we are recognized?"

"I'm afraid of wool. Anyway, what I have shown is the peak realm of the golden elixir. You are the same as me! Besides, I have metallic heavenly spiritual roots, and you have thunder and lightning supernatural spiritual roots. Just think of those Nascent Soul stage monks from Fengyue Sect.

It’s not enough to dig us out!” Brother Ji shrugged his shoulders indifferently, “Okay, I’ll hand over some talismans first, and these are for you!”

Brother Ji took out 300 mid-level spiritual talismans and handed them to Fatty Luo, while keeping 500 for himself.

Then, Brother Ji ran out of the tent and called a young monk from the Divine Talisman Peak, Gong Jiqi, to come over. With the other person's stunned expression, he handed over 500 low-level high-level spiritual talismans and 200 mid-level spiritual talismans.

"Send these to Brother Statistics!"

This disciple of Shenfu Peak also recognizes Brother Ji. He is a new upstart in the sect, and he has become a big shot in the Elder Pavilion just at the twelfth level of Qi training!

It seems that the rumors are true. Elder Murong is really a very powerful Talisman Refiner! Hiss, his qualifications are also very good. If he puts all his energy into cultivation, he might already be a golden elixir level master.

A monk now!

This Gong Ji period disciple respectfully took Brother Ji's spiritual talisman, carefully put it into the storage bag, and quickly ran to the camp of the Jin Dan period monks who had arranged special statistics for the three major sects.

Brother Ji returned to his tent, slowly pulled off his mask, and then he and Fatty Luo took out an escape talisman. With a slight push, the two of them disappeared into the tent.

This time the three major sects met, Lingnan Pavilion was the host. In the entire camp, Lingnan Pavilion had six Nascent Soul stage monks, and the other two sects and many immortal cultivating families together only had more than ten.

It's not that Lingnan Pavilion is the most powerful among the three major sects, but this invasion of the Western Barbarians is directly related to the survival of Lingnan Pavilion, so they all left, leaving only a few Jindan monks and a group of people.

More than a hundred disciples from the Gongji period and the Qi training period presided over the Lingnan Pavilion's sect-protecting formation.

In the camp, the monks from the three major sects had a heated discussion. They could not agree on whether to stay on the spot or take the initiative.

Now the Ximan monks are less than fifty miles away from here. The opponent's march is not very fast, but it is coming with great force. The number of Yuanying stage monks dispatched alone has reached double digits, as well as Jindan stage monks and Gongji stage monks.

, there are even more countless monks in the Qi training period.

"Everyone, if we stay on the spot, we will first have the advantage of terrain. In addition, our defensive formation is also an antique formation. It is so powerful that even the Mahayana monks cannot break it in a short time!"

The defender's reason is very simple. In order to avoid too many casualties, relying on terrain and large formations can not only defend against enemy attacks, but also reduce one's own losses.

"Fellow Daoist Lin's words are wrong. Now we have lost three battles in a row. After finally waiting for fellow Taoists from Fengyue Sect and Xiuxian Family to come to our aid, there is not much difference in numbers and strength. The defeat of the first three battles, although it is said that

The loss was not big, but it had a great impact on morale. The spies came to report that for today's battle, the Western Barbarians sent out a total of 3,000 monks. There are now 7,000 monks in our camp, which is twice their number. In this case, why

Not going to have a big fight!"

"Brother Zhao, the Western Barbarian monks have supernatural powers, and many enemies have the ability to summon spiritual beasts! So what we are facing now is not just the Western Barbarians, but also those spiritual beasts!"

"Even so, we are not afraid! We will stick to this place. If the other party gets a foothold and becomes besieged, our end will be here!"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Lin is right!"

"But what if the other party..."

People on both sides were quarreling non-stop, causing many monks who were squeezed in the middle to have a headache. The enemy was close in front of them, and they still had the energy to quarrel without discussing countermeasures!

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly came from the door.

"Haha, hey, Elder Yang, Elder Xiao and Murong Qi from Lingnan Pavilion are here, why don't you come out to greet us?!"

Before the words could be finished, two people were seen jumping up from the seats in Lingnan Pavilion. They were overjoyed and hurriedly ran to the door, opened the curtain and said to the visitor outside, "It turns out that fellow Taoist Murong is here, haha,

Even Fellow Daoist Luo is here, please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

Now the ancestor of the Xiao family has become the elder of Lingnan Pavilion, and the Xiao family has also been incorporated into Lingnan Pavilion and has become a main member of the mountain peak.

Everyone looked curiously at the two young men who came in with the two elders Xiao and Yang. One tall, one short, one fat and one thin. They looked like they were only at the peak of the Golden Core stage. How could Xiao and Yang be allowed to

Does the elder care so much?

The people in Lingnan Pavilion finally remembered who these two people were, and quickly stood up, bowing to Brother Ji and Fatty Luo, "It turns out that these two are the ones Junior Brother Xiao and Junior Brother Yang often talk about.

Two fellow Taoists, come on, please take a seat quickly!"

Brother Ji and Fatty Luo were not polite and found an empty seat aside and sat down.

Secretly, Brother Ji also looked at the expressions of the four Nascent Soul stage monks from Fengyue Sect, but they were just curious and did not show any suspicious expressions, so Brother Ji let out a slight sigh.

"I, Zhou Feng of Lingnan Pavilion, have met fellow Taoist Murong! Haha, I heard that fellow Taoist Murong is a high-level talisman refiner and a well-known casual cultivator. I, Lingnan Pavilion, am also a major talisman refiner now, and I need Murong Taoist right now.

A master like you joined me, but I didn’t know you..."

A middle-aged monk headed by Lingnan Pavilion approached Brother Ji and held his hand affectionately, "I am impatient. Haha, fellow Taoist, you might as well come to our Lingnan Pavilion as a guest and see the scenery of Dayan Ridge!"

Brother Ji was stunned, "Well, Brother Zhou, aren't the Western Barbarians coming to invade now? Why do I feel that you are quite relaxed and comfortable? Ahem, it seems that I came at the wrong time!"

"No, no, no!" Zhou Feng suddenly felt ashamed. This person was really just like Junior Brother Xiao and Junior Brother Yang said, he spoke freely! As for the fat man, eh.

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It seems that his temper is even more hot-tempered, and no one will give him face when he is angry. If he is an ordinary Golden Core monk, that would be fine, but he is only in the early stage of the Golden Core, and he has learned a set of thunder and lightning formations, and has the same skills as the Nascent Soul monks.

The strength to compete. Ahem.

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It’s not appropriate to offend!

"Eh?!" Suddenly, the ancestor of the Xiao family shouted in surprise, "Both fellow Taoists... are now in the realm of false babies?!"

Brother Ji and Fatty Luo looked at each other and immediately laughed. Fatty Luo scratched his head and replied: "Yes, after nearly two years of practice, I have finally made some progress! Hahaha..."

As soon as these words came out, the monks present were immediately startled.

In two years, from the early stage of the golden elixir to the realm of fake babies?! No one can do it so fast...

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't listen to this fat guy's nonsense. The two of us had an adventure. When we were escaping from the four-eyed green dragon, we got some spiritual herbs by chance, which made our cultivation level greatly increase!" Brother Ji saw the ancestor of the Xiao family suspicious.

He looked at them and said hurriedly, "Don't try to trick us. All the spiritual herbs have been eaten, and there is nothing left! Hey, even if there is any left, I won't give it to you!"

"Uh... haha, fellow Taoist Murong still likes to joke so much!" The ancestor of the Xiao family smiled awkwardly and quickly introduced to everyone, "Fellow Taoists, this is when the wave of monster beasts invaded the deep sea of ​​Lingnan a few years ago.

Fellow Daoist Murong turned the tide all by himself! Although you may think that Fellow Daoist Murong and Fellow Daoist Luo are just golden elixir monks, if they really fight, I am afraid that even I will not be my opponent! In addition, Fellow Daoist Murong is also a high-level Talisman Refiner.

We refined four high-level spiritual talismans, 'Fire Devouring the World', in one night, which helped us injure the seventh-level peak monster, the double-headed green dragon. It's a pity that later... well, let's not talk about it!"
Chapter completed!