The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The inky black spear drew a dividing line. On one side was the white-robed monk who retreated three feet, and on the other side was the black-robed monk with a look of doubt.

Yu Mian stood in the middle and said softly, "Wandering Immortal Yu Mian, please teach me!"

The Beiming Sect disciples flicked their wrists lightly. The sword is a gentleman's weapon, and the spear is the king of all weapons. It is inevitable that both sides will suffer some losses when they confront each other. This is what they thought.

"So they are from the Wangxian Sect..." Their slightly arrogant expressions condensed slightly and they began to take it seriously. This sect has topped the list for several consecutive sessions and is the biggest enemy on this trip.

“…You have taken enough first place.” The three of them raised their hands and swung their swords. Their movements were coordinated and unified. In an instant, they formed a triangle and trapped Yu Mian and the four Xuanwu Sect disciples.

"Be careful, their sword formation is extremely powerful, and their spiritual power is exceptionally long-lasting!" The Xuanwu Sect disciple warned, raising his hand to absorb the weapons on the ground into his palm, and tacitly formed a united front with Yu Mian.

Yu Mian was not stingy either, he raised his hand to take a few pills and threw them over, only saying, “Yes.”

Although these people are very strong, they are not as good as Sheng Qing who has suppressed his cultivation.

After being beaten by Sheng Qing for two months, she could now dodge attacks even with her eyes closed, relying on her keen sense and combat awareness.

These attacks are too crude...

Seeing that they still had time to say a few words, the three men from the Beiming Sect's eyes became fierce, and they raised their swords and crossed their arms to meet them. Their spiritual power pressed down on them as if to crush their bones.

This move uses force to overwhelm the opponent, and the key is to form a formation of three people, with one giving rise to two, two giving rise to three, and three giving rise to thousands.

Therefore, this formation requires at least three people.

"Oh no! It's the same trick again!" The four Xuanwu Sect disciples had learned from the last experience, so they gathered together and raised their hands to block. As long as they could hold out for a moment, they would be able to seize the gap between the moves and get a moment of respite.

Dispose of tricks at a glance.

Yu Mian saw that the four disciples in black robes did not forget to move towards her and leave a corner for her. She couldn't help but feel touched. They only met by chance, but they were able to do this, which was very generous of them.

It is worthy of being the Xuanwu Sect with a foundation as profound as that of Wangxian.

"No need, just protect yourselves." She turned around and threw a few defensive talismans, then tightened her weapons in her hands and confronted the three men head-on.

The attack of one of them fell between the four people. After being blocked, his body was tied up and the sword formation was broken instantly.

When Yu Mian faced those two people, the attacks in his hands became easy and comfortable. In the open area, the characteristic that an inch longer is an inch stronger was fully demonstrated.

The two men could not get within three steps of her. The tip of the spear was as fast as lightning and moved like a dragon. The elasticity of the spear body was enough to make the opponent's weapon numb.

Not to mention fighting one against two, even fighting one against five or six would not put him at a disadvantage.

After two rounds of fighting, Yu Mian wanted to experience fighting with different enemies, but he found that there was no challenge at all. He directly pierced through them and pressed the two men to the ground like a stack of monks.

Behind him, no matter how weak the Xuanwu Sect disciples were, they were no match for one person, and they quickly resolved the battle and suppressed the man.

The three were thrown together, their magic swords were taken away, and they looked miserable.

"You have five against three, this is an unfair victory!" the leading disciple shouted.

However, the Xuanwu Sect disciple directly retorted, "We admit that our four-to-one victory is unfair, but this Daoist friend Wangxian can fight two-to-one."

They pointed their hands at Yu Mian, with disdain in their eyes.

It turns out that these people are all cultivators from the five major sects.

The three people on the ground were silent.

Yu Mian didn't care what the Xuanwu Sect disciples said, but was thinking back to the battle just now. Looking at the three white-robed monks on the ground, he felt that the cultivation, strength, and moves of the two people fighting against him seemed to be exactly the same.

The philosophy of the Wangxian Sect is to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, so every disciple has his or her own strengths and weaknesses, and each has his or her own characteristics.

This is the first time I have encountered such a thing. It is a bit like a disciple trained in modularization.

She took a step forward, and the three people sitting on the ground stepped their legs back, their eyes fixed on her.

Yu Mian raised his hand and picked up the spiritual sword on the ground, and asked the three people: "Is this your spiritual sword?"

"So what?" One of them asked after swallowing his saliva. At this moment, the weapons were in the hands of the enemy and they could not defeat the other party, so they naturally backed down.

"What is it called?" Yu Mian asked.

"Lingxi Sword." The three of them answered in unison.

"All three?"

“Hmm…” The Bei Ming Sect disciple didn’t understand what she meant and answered weakly.

Yu Mian raised the tip of his gun and returned them one by one. The three men took them with normal expressions, without any abnormality.

A trace of doubt flashed across her eyes. Logically speaking, these three people were all sword cultivators and should love swords as their lives, but she had just given them the swords in a shuffled order and they took them back without even looking at them.

This means that such swords are mass-produced, and small sword formation monks like them who can form groups of three also probably exist in large quantities.

Their cultivation bases were almost the same, and they were equipped with highly unified sword techniques and weapons, just like a modular combat unit.

They don't look like ordinary cultivators, but more like an army of immortal cultivators.

However, the situation in the Northern Territory is special. Perhaps it is a survival skill of the sect evolved to resist monsters. Yu Mian did not pay too much attention to it for the time being.

After all, the combined fighting skills of these three people just now proved one thing: many hands make light work. If there were more people in the sword formation, defeating the strong with the weak would not be a problem.

She stood there thinking for a while, and heard a disciple of Xuanwu Sect thanking her from behind: "Thank you for your help this time!"

The clothes on the four men were a little disheveled, but their faces were upright, their eyes were clear, and they did not lose the bearing of great men.

"You're welcome. Are your injuries okay?" Yu Mian asked casually, "Can I take a look at the little bit of pharmacology I learned?"

Even though those were just the basics I learned when I asked the immortal mountain, if you have seen them you will know them, if you have learned them you will understand them, and if you have understood them you will be proficient in them.

She needed to know whether the black mist would infect everyone's body, so she had to have a testable sample.

"No need... The pill that fellow Daoist just gave me is very effective. I wasn't injured to begin with, so I just need to regulate my breathing for a few times to be fine." The Xuanwu Sect disciples were afraid of causing more trouble to the cultivator in front of them, and they were all male cultivators, so they felt a little embarrassed.

"Really? When I received the sword energy from these three people, I only felt an abnormal spiritual power going up along my tendons and veins, causing chest tightness and shortness of breath. Fortunately, it was discharged from the body and did not cause any problems." Yu Mian can now tell lies with his eyes open.

"I also thought that if it is discovered earlier, the hidden injury can be treated earlier."

Speaking of hidden injuries, the four of them paused.

It is normal to get injured during the practice. Ordinary wounds will take a maximum of 100 days to heal, and you will need to lie down for a month or two to heal.

However, if it is a latent injury, it is difficult to cure and it may easily become a stumbling block on the path of cultivation, so you need to be extremely careful.

"Then...please trouble you, fellow Taoist..." The four of them bowed slightly.