Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

As soon as he finished speaking, the long red-tailed whip was raised high in the air and then suddenly fell down, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind and rushing straight towards the bald monk with a solemn face.

The monk frowned, and slammed the staff in his hand into the ground, instantly creating spider-web-like cracks on the floor centered on himself.

The two invisible forces collided in the air, creating layers of very obvious shock waves. Everyone sitting there exerted their strength to calm the table in front of them, which was almost overturned. Of course, some people in the back row were unable to calm themselves and were directly knocked against the wall by the aftermath and fainted.

Zui Bugui quietly transformed and stood in front of Shen Qiao, automatically avoiding the internal energy before it could touch him.

What a powerful force! This monk's internal strength is almost the same as that of the Flower Demon King. Where did Si Huangxu find such a group of people?

Shen Qiao pondered, his eyes fixed on the battle in front of him.

Only those present could withstand the tentative collision just now. Tao Yao and the monk had already exchanged at least dozens of moves. At present, the two seemed to be evenly matched and neither of them had the upper hand.

Shen Qiao nodded his chin unconsciously.

She hadn't had much contact with Buddhists, but she could tell something was amiss about the staff.

Ordinary Buddhist staffs were not originally intended to be used as weapons, so the bottoms of the staffs are mostly rounded, which can reduce wear and tear and extend their service life.

But the bottom of the staff held by the monk turned out to be a sharp three-edged blade. This kind of blade would cause a large wound, easily bleed, and even a single blow would be fatal.

Also, the Dharma wheel on this staff is not the common even number, but an odd number.

It's like he's deliberately going against the normal rules.

wow-

The sound of the glass lamp breaking drew Shen Qiao's attention back.

Looking at the ground that was shaking from time to time and the roof that was already starting to fall dust, Shen Qiao's mouth twitched.

Most of the royal palaces were built with specific materials of extremely high hardness, and they were still shaken by the earthquake.

These two people are simply perfect for demolition work.

Seeing that the outcome was uncertain, the white-haired woman who had first tested Tao Yao's identity narrowed her eyes dangerously, pinched a piece of the broken cup between her fingers, and found the right opportunity to throw it out.

The timing was perfect. Tao Yao had just forced the bald monk back with a whip and had no time to stop before the porcelain piece flew to her forehead.

Ding--

A drop of water took shape instantly, wrapping the flying porcelain fragments exactly. After a brief pause, it was thrown back straight along the same route it came from.

The white-haired woman was startled and slammed her hands on the table. A plate on the table shook and blocked the damage a little, but the porcelain piece actually went through and pierced her right shoulder.

She cried out in pain and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The porcelain fragment flew through the plate, but the force was so great that it did not damage the plate. It only left a thumb-sized gap on the bottom of the plate.

What a terrifying control.

"I thought you were just a few acquaintances here tonight to have some fun, but I didn't expect you guys were planning to bully the minority with your numbers?"

The white-haired woman looked up at the little girl who was talking with a smile, and a layer of vigilance appeared in her eyes.

Shen Qiao smiled, but the pressure from the realm around him spread silently.

"Your Majesty, you lack great virtue."

As soon as this disrespectful remark was made, no one jumped out to refute it.

The group of people only felt the suffocating feeling of drowning. It was clearly a very gentle spiritual power, but it was like a pair of soft big hands strangling their necks, making it difficult to breathe.

"Well--!"

Another five or six people couldn't stand the pressure anymore and vomited blood with pale faces. After a few thuds, they fell to the ground and were silent for a while.

After a while, there are only less than ten people left in the hall who are still able to fight, except for the two people from the Shenxiao Sect who are not planning to take action for the time being.

Zhang Qiyan felt the pressure as if he was surprised and excited. "Did you take hormones, girl? I haven't seen you for ten years, and you've already reached this level?"

Shen Qiao smiled and said, "The same goes for Fellow Daoist Zhang."

"Aren't you guys going to do it yet?!"

Seeing that the two of them were actually chatting, an old Taoist in a yellow Taoist robe on the right could not sit still and shouted. Although this man did not faint, he also vomited blood. He seemed to be unable to sit still and seemed to be unable to speak.

"Tsk... Senior Brother, this is really difficult to deal with." Zhang Qiyan sighed and shook his head as if in embarrassment.

"I owed Shen Qiao a favor last time in the secret realm. It's inappropriate to hit him now."

Su Tingyu gave her a suspicious look, as if to say, "I'll just wait and see if you can find an excuse."

"It's okay. Even if you don't fight me, I don't plan to ignore you." Shen Qiao looked at the two men.

"Ten years ago, outside the secret realm, I showed up in front of the Hundred Clan for the first time and was instantly recognized. As a result, I fought dozens of battles, big and small, just to deal with the challenges within the secret realm."

Zhang Qiyan's expression suddenly became subtle, as if he felt a little guilty.

"Some people say that it was someone from your Divine Sky Sect who spread the portrait and news."

Su Tingyu paused.

Zhang Qiyan was startled and quickly tried to explain, "Wait! There's a misunderstanding! The person who passed your information on wasn't someone we specially arranged for!!"

"Oh... so it really is your sect that has caused trouble?"

Zhang Qiyan looked miserable.

She was also curious about how those people recognized Shen Qiao, so after returning to the sect, she asked people out of curiosity.

Who knew that the investigation would eventually lead them back to their own family? The recording robot that Yun Zhi had destroyed had been accidentally viewed by an outer sect disciple. This disciple, under the guise of being the reincarnation of the Sword God Shen Qiao, was selling the information and earning a lot of money from the information fees of sword cultivators and weapon cultivators.

Although this person has now been expelled from the sect, but... this matter is indeed a problem caused by their Shenxiao Sect, and it is difficult to explain.

"You must take revenge?"

Shen Qiao chuckled a few times, "How could I be so petty? I just feel a sense of familiarity after not seeing you two for a long time, and I wanted to have a little 'sparring' with you two fellow Taoists."

Discuss...?

Do you really need to smile so sinisterly?

Zhang Qiyan sighed and stood up. "Okay, okay, let's fight! I'll go first!"

"Don't be so polite." Shen Qiao said, and put Zui Bugui's spirit back into the sword. A flash of bright blue light dazzled the eyes of everyone present.

"Friend Su, don't be idle either. Come join us."

Su Tingyu: "...would it be bad?"

Shen Qiao smiled but said nothing.

"I say..." A person on the right who was suppressed by the pressure couldn't bear it anymore and spoke.

"If you guys want to fight... can you please do it faster...?!"

Tao Yao looked over and sneered disdainfully, "Useless waste."

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Su Tingyu didn't need to continue to refuse. With the folding fan in his hand, Zhang Qiyan also became serious.

The two stood opposite Shen Qiao and activated their spiritual energy. The yellow and red spiritual energy fields continued to surge, and finally stopped at...

"Two people who have reached the Great Perfection of the Fifth Stage of the Heaven-Strike Realm..."

Shen Qiao turned his wrist slightly and held the sword at an angle to his side.

"If I can't defeat you within five moves, I lose."