Mysterious mirror hanging high

"This stick..."

Jing Yu stared intently, then suddenly raised his brows: "Mid-grade magic weapon!"

"It's even the top quality among mid-grade magic weapons!"

The stick that reached his eyebrows was completely black, yet it contained precious light. The bronze statue of Arhat only fought against the enemy with simple martial arts, without any magic or supernatural powers. It relied solely on the material of the stick to withstand the siege of the two great immortals temporarily. This shows that the spiritual wood used for this stick must be of extremely high quality!

Don't underestimate this mid-grade magic weapon. Ordinary Jindan cultivators can only use low-grade magic weapons. Mid-grade magic weapons are common only when they reach the Yuanying realm. Just look at Yu Wen Baoding's wealth after he became a Yuanying. Most of it is spent on his own mid-grade life-definition magic weapon, the Jiuzhou Ding...

What's more, this Qimei stick is considered to be of good quality among the middle-grade magic weapons, and it is not a loss of face for a True Lord in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to use it.

It is no wonder that these two great masters, one wielding a sword and the other a mace, each mobilizing their magic weapons to attack the enemy with all their might, were so anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, please show us your true abilities quickly. There are many magical powers colliding here, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy must have alarmed the surrounding cultivators. If we don't end this quickly, we will only be making things difficult for others!" said the cultivator who was wielding a magical long sword anxiously.

"Although this bronze statue has no magical powers, it is a tough nut to crack with its bare bones. Its combat power is no less than that of an average late Jindan cultivator. How could it be so easy to take it down?"

The great master wielding the iron mace summoned up his magical powers, exerting all his might, and said impatiently, "If you have any killer moves, you might as well try them out. Don't try to trap me here!"

After half a quarter of an hour, the two still failed to take down the bronze statue of Arhat, but they heard the sound of wind rising behind their heads. They looked back vigilantly and saw two Jindan monks in blood-red Taoist robes.

The two newly arrived Jindan cultivators were a man and a woman. The man was in the late Jindan stage, while the woman was in the middle Jindan stage. They behaved very intimately, like a pair of Taoist lovers. When they saw the bronze statue holding the brow-high staff, their faces lit up with joy, and they praised it repeatedly, "What a treasure!"

The expressions of the two great masters changed drastically. The man with the knife had some experience. After looking at their attire, he said in a lost voice, "They are masters of the Blood Talisman Sect!"

"Since you two fellow Daoists know our backgrounds, why don't you just withdraw?" The male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Dao said calmly, as if it were a matter of course, "If we can't stop fighting any longer, it will inevitably damage the harmony."

If we compare their cultivation levels, the two original great masters actually have the upper hand. However, they are from small families after all. Facing the Golden Core Masters of the Six Paths of Zhongzhou, they are simply a head shorter and their aura is inevitably weaker. The cultivator who wields the knife looks hesitant and has obviously thought of retreating.

"Hmph, are the Six Paths of Zhongzhou so great? Brother Wang, that woman is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Even if she were a true master of the Blood Talisman Path, she might not be able to defeat the two of us together!" The cultivator wielding the iron mace snorted coldly, "After all, it's a mid-grade Buddhist treasure. How can we just give it up like that? If someone wants to use their power to overpower others... it won't be that easy!"

The female cultivator of the Blood Talisman Sect smiled and said, "It's not that we two want to use our Blood Talisman Sect identities to pressure others. We just want to make it clear to you two fellow Taoists that there's no need to waste your mana here... I'm afraid it would be a mess and not a good scene."

"If you two fellow Taoists are not convinced, then we can only see the truth with our own hands!"

"Just about to experience the magical power of [Blood Talisman Dao]!"

The cultivator who used the iron mace shouted loudly, used his own iron mace, abandoned the bronze statue of Arhat, and smashed it towards the female cultivator with blood talisman who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

The monk wielding the sword had no choice but to follow, cursing inwardly, "What a sly fellow! He took advantage of the weak and left behind a great master of the Blood Talisman Dao and me..."

When the bronze statue of Arhat saw that no one was targeting it, it slowly retreated back into the large Buddhist shrine, held the magic stick across its chest, and curled up.

"Edict!"

However, the man and woman from the Blood Talisman Sect were still calm and composed. They each pulled out a stack of talismans emitting a huge blood energy from their sleeves. With a wave of their hands, they condensed several powerful spells with the talismans, and easily blocked the two great masters' natal magic weapons.

"Red-gold mana..." Jing Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. "These two people from the [Blood Talisman Sect] are both top-grade Dancheng disciples. I'm afraid they are considered to be the most core disciples in the sect."

As for whether any of the current Golden Core disciples of the Blood Talisman Sect had achieved a golden and purple elixir level, Jing Yu was unsure.

Among the twelve top forces in Zhongzhou, only the six of [One Mountain, Two Temples and Three Pavilions] can guarantee that there will be a genius who can achieve golden and purple elixir in every generation. After all, the other six are slightly inferior and may not be able to guarantee that there will be a continuous generation of golden and purple geniuses.

After calming himself down, Jing Yu did not rush to attack, but continued to restrain his breath and watched the fight between the four people.

The female cultivator of the Blood Talisman Taoist practiced several kinds of exquisite talismans with ease, supplemented by one or two powerful magical powers. Although she was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, she was able to fight on equal terms with the Great Immortal who wielded the Iron Mace. For a while, it was difficult to determine the winner.

On the other side, the great master who wielded the sword gradually couldn't hold on under the continuous attacks of the male practitioners of the Blood Talisman Dao. In less than a cup of tea, he was already showing signs of defeat.

"After all, their ancestors were wealthy and had the Taoist tradition of becoming a god. This pair of casual cultivators have ordinary foundations, and are inferior to them in magic, supernatural powers, and treasures. They were beaten by these two people from the Blood Talisman Sect and could not even raise their heads. They were defeated in an instant." Jing Yu said secretly.

Just as he was hesitating whether to step forward and stir up trouble, the roar of war horses came from the distance...

Then came the sound of rolling wheels.

Rumbling--

"drive!"

The four people in the central battle group naturally heard the unusual sound and stopped their actions at the same time. Among them, the male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Sect thought of something, his face changed slightly, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.

"drive!"

The four turned their heads and saw a monk dressed as a Confucian scholar sitting in a chariot. He held the reins in both hands, controlling two bronze puppet horses, and dragged the chariot towards the four people!

"Excuse me, please. Excuse me!"

The scholar laughed loudly and drove the chariot recklessly without any intention of slowing down. He was about to hit the four people.

"Earth Wall Talisman!"

The male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Sect had a gloomy expression on his face. He activated his talisman and instantly erected an extremely thick earth wall in front of him.

"Horse-baring Talisman!"

The female cultivator of the Blood Talisman Sect seemed to have the same idea as her and set up another row of barricades outside the earth wall.

The scholar seemed not to notice the earthen wall and the barricades. Instead, he yanked the reins and sped up again: "You are nothing but a chicken and a dog!"

boom!

The moment the chariot collided with the earth wall, there was a loud noise, and the four monks who had been hiding behind the wall fled in all directions covered in dust. Jing Yu looked closely and found that the chariot and the Confucian monks on the chariot were completely unharmed.

The scholar smiled brightly, turned around and bowed to the four people who looked embarrassed:

"Qi Baisheng, the instructor of the Zhongyue Academy at Songfeng Pavilion... greets the four fellow Taoists!"