The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Hengyu nodded without showing any impatience and seemed polite, as if he was simply asking a question.

Several elders around asked if they could be included in the meeting later.

In the dark, the clones of Master Palm Wind instantly eliminated those open areas or underground spaces and explored the high buildings or caves.

This floating island was dug out. Except for the piece that was requisitioned for the competition, the rest were mostly mountain ridges that intersected horizontally and vertically.

Although there seem to be many places that meet the requirements of being high up and windless, it is actually very difficult to find them because the higher the mountain, the more upwind air will be formed due to the temperature difference.

Then you can exclude places where ordinary winds can blow, blend your palm into the wind, and feel the general topography of the entire hanging island.

Then follow several marked locations.

She is extremely fast and has the strongest physique in the wind system, the Wind God Body. Even those in the Tribulation Crossing Stage may not be able to catch the Wind Master who is hiding at his full strength.

A gentle breeze blows across the hills.

By bypassing a place controlled by a defensive formation, the vision from top to bottom can directly reach the space of the competition venue and drill in through a slight gap.

The wind penetrates everywhere.

Inside the formation, a cultivator with an enchanting figure was holding a brush and painting on a scroll. The speed at which the ink moved seemed like a deliberate teasing.

In the small world, the disciples who were submerged by the overwhelming waves of ink stretched out their stubbornness.

A drop of ink lightly stains the delicate and moving little figures in the mountain and sea painting scroll.

"Hmph, you're quite tough." The figure painting twisted slightly for a moment, and the ink pen in his hand tightened instantly.

Turning around to look at the enclosed space and formations, "Who?!"

I clearly felt a chill on my neck just now. There is no way that wind can get in here, so it must be someone. Who could it be?

It was clear that what the sect wanted him to do was to baptize the outer sect disciples.

"Don't play tricks, I see you..." Qing Hongzi raised her orchid finger and pointed towards a certain place in the air.

He remembered that he was at this location just now.

A spiritual attack flew towards the pointed location, blasting open a little of the protective cave wall.

A light blue-gray color scattered down.

It's like nothing happened just now.

Qing Hongzi turned around, picked up his pen, and prepared to complete his painting.

The moment he raised the tip of the brush, he angrily poured the paint palette around him. He didn't believe that there was really no one around!

Zhang Feng looked at him quietly, and all the paint and spiritual power passed through his body, leaving nothing behind.

Qing Hongzi calmed down for a few seconds, and then thought that maybe he was making a fuss and getting too nervous. How could there be someone there?

A double formation has been set up here.

He waved his hand to take back the paint tray, and the black ink that had spread on it seemed to have spiritual consciousness, crawling back into the plate little by little.

The tip of the pen was dipped in ink, and then he continued to trace on the scroll.

He can indeed control levels with thousands of people, but the prerequisite is to keep drawing and adding ink, otherwise as the number of people increases, there will not be enough ink.

In one corner of the scroll, the page appeared unnaturally wet and slightly blackened, which Qing Hongzi was repairing while complaining about.

It's not your own magic weapon, so you don't feel sorry for it at all, right? You use all kinds of spiritual fire on it.

If I don’t chase you, who else should I chase?

Seeing the two arsonists standing so close to each other, he raised his pen and was about to draw something around them.

The moment he started writing, the tip of the pen, which was soaked with ink, instantly pierced through the chest of Master Palm Wind and passed through her.

"You're there, right?!"

He raised his head slightly, and although he couldn't feel anything on his hands, he was sure that he had touched the other person.

Why is there no feeling at all?

Zhang Feng frowned slightly as he looked at the "ink" that was waving its claws and flailing in his wind shadow.

Kind of... gross.

It reminded her of the dark cage with maggots growing on the food around her.

Her breath trembled, and she instantly raised her hand to grasp Qing Hongzi's wrist, snatching the brush away. Then, amid the other party's shocked expressions of "I knew there was someone" and "This person is so strong", a wind blade was about to chop off the wrist.

Qing Hongzi wanted to pull his hand back, but was still a step too slow.

At the same time, the other hand was cut off in an instant.

The dripping blood instantly dyed the ground red. For a painter, hands are their life.

Once you break your arm, it takes a long time to get it back to its best condition.

Qing Hongzi laughed in anger, "Okay, I want to see who it is!"

The ink that was originally lying obediently in the paint tray suddenly woke up, split into two, two into four, and its size began to increase rapidly. Its body turned into a person-high ink-colored creature, which directly swallowed up the original small space.

Even if the opponent is invisible, he cannot escape this disaster.

Zhang Feng had no intention of hiding. In the instant when she was dyed in ink, in the dim environment, her combat awareness increased several times.

Transform into a desperate killing angel and cut it into tens of thousands of pieces in an instant. Before it can gather together, capture the leader first!

The combat power of the painting cultivator is relatively weak, and when facing a purely combat-type cultivator like the wind cultivator, he will be crushed.

Countless wind blades surrounded the palm wind, strangling the small space like a tornado.

The space was cut into ripples, which could cut even a cultivator as strong as a combined body into pieces and fill them into the cracks in the space.

Eternity is lost and wandering in time and space.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qing Hongzi sent out a spiritual fire to burn the scroll he had painted.

As long as he is alive, he needs to draw the way out.

Unfortunately, wind is opposite to fire...

The palm wind directly wrapped up the spiritual fire with wind and burned the opponent's body.

The invisible sharp wind blades cut through his flesh piece by piece, as if to cut him into pieces. She raised her hand to collect the scroll that was placed beside her.

There was no excitement or pleasure of killing in those eyes. Instead, the feeling was numb and callous, as if he was dealing with the life and death of an ant.

Serious, focused, and cruelly naive.

Yang Wu leaned on the main soul, feeling the blood on her, and quickly woke up, trying to fight with Yang Feng for the sovereignty of her body.

He knocked Qing Hongzi unconscious. Yang Wu's face was half evil, and he spoke anxiously to comfort him, "Feng'er, you can't kill him now..."

She gently raised her hand with five fingers and stroked her left cheek, blocking her eyes as if out of self-pity, and finally taking complete control of her body.

Inside his body, Yang Feng's soul was like a child who had lost his toy. After scratching his fingertips, he finally chose to listen to Yang Wu, "Oh..."

She tugged at her fingers, then squatted down and curled herself up.

Yang Wu looked at Qing Hongzi, who was half dead on the ground, and felt a headache for a moment, but she still had to go over to coax Yang Feng and stop her self-abandoning behavior. Instead, the two of them entangled like koalas, each with a pair of eyes flashing with different emotions.

"Be good, Feng'er. Once the disciples are released, I will help you deal with him."

"You can do whatever you want."

Yang Feng was not interested in killing, those were just means. She approached Yang Wu and whispered, "I want to protect you."

Logically speaking, between the two of them, Yang Wu's personality is more extreme and more likely to lose control, but the reality is the opposite.

Apart from her socially anxious conditioned reflex of shyness, Yang Feng has almost no normal emotions. Her heart seems to have died in the ten years of eternal night, leaving only a superficial appearance that disguises her as a normal person.

Therefore, Yang Wu hoped that she might become a better person if she interacted with more people, and he never competed with her for the sovereignty of her body.

Except for this kind of situation where the attack is too heavy-handed...

Now the scroll has been retrieved, but the disciples inside cannot be released.

As soon as Qing Hongzi encountered the abnormal moment, he sent out a message for help. Even if the message was transmitted slowly, it reached the top leaders of Beiming Sect.

The moment the elders of Beiming Sect received the news.

? !

His expression changed instantly, and he glanced at the four elders, then waved his hand and gave an order.

In an instant, several masters of the Beiming Sect appeared and surrounded the place where Qinghongzi was.

Such an action even alarmed the competition venue.

Sheng Qing loosened her fingertips and suppressed the urge to take action. She needed to make sure Mian'er was safe first.