Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Before she could step forward, another figure beside her rushed away, and the sound of crisp slaps filled the air.

"Snapped!"

It’s not over yet, there’s another slap.

Qingdai was slapped so hard that she could hardly stand. The bloodshot in her eyes quietly climbed up her eyeballs. She covered her face and roared in helplessness and rage.

“How dare you hit me!!!”

Leng Quanyi responded coldly, a suffocating look in his amber eyes, "You're the only one with a foul mouth, who else should I hit if not you?"

Jian Nan rushed forward angrily, but was blocked by a wall of fire. He took a step back in fear. He didn't dare to be contaminated by the burning flames, as it would easily burn all his flesh and blood.

Even the soul would be burned, and it was extremely difficult to repair the soul. For a moment, he didn't dare to move forward. He trembled violently and stood still like a millstone. He could only look at the beaten Qingdai with concern.

Several disciples of the Wanjian Sect were also dumbfounded and did not dare to step forward easily. They still valued their lives.

Jian Nan turned to look at Yu Zhao, "You...are you planning to become an enemy of the entire Wanjian Sect?"

The Wanjian Sect would naturally not let go of the person who took Fenyan, but if she surrendered voluntarily and cut the tendons of her hands and feet, she could survive.

Yu Zhao strolled leisurely, his eyes slightly cold, indifferent, "As if you can let me go after I leave."

It was obviously impossible. She was so far away that the murderous aura was hitting her face. Not to mention the Burning Flame, if the tower could be taken away, she would want to take it away as well.

Yue Ti Anaconda was not interested in the fights among humans. She just wanted to get out. Her eyes fell on Yu Zhao's face, "Yu Zhao, when can you get out?"

Then she stared at Jian Nanyi who was not far away, "Do you need me to twist their necks?"

Yu Zhao hadn't expected that Yue Ti Ana was willing to help her solve the problem, but she had other plans now. She shook her head slightly and said, "Not for now."

After all, they still have some popularity among the public and are still in the territory of the Wanjian Sect. But if they go out, all the disciples who came in from the Wanjian Sect will die.

There are other disciples now, and there are too many eyes watching, so it is not easy to act openly.

Even if you want to do it, you have to put the person in a sack and do it secretly.

After thinking for a few seconds, Yu Zhao decided to go to the seventh floor first. The burning fire on the sixth floor was absorbed by her, and those potential dangers were also eradicated.

Their top priority now is not these bastards from the Wanjian Sect, but the seventh-level Red Sun Soul Cleansing Liquid that can cleanse the meridians. If she had that innate spiritual treasure, she could form a baby now and enter the Nascent Soul stage.

Jian Nanyi was also very hesitant. After all, he had no way to deal with Fen Yan. If they really fought hard, they might not gain the upper hand.

and……

He glanced at several people from the Haoyun Sect who were resting against a tree trunk not far away, led by Shen Yuzhuo. Their eyes were not friendly. They were stroking the three-foot-long sword in their hands, with their thumb pressing on the hilt.

For him, who is also a sword cultivator, it is very clear. This is a common action for sword cultivators to draw the sword, and it only takes a moment to draw the sword.

He had no doubt that when the fighting broke out, they would definitely help Yu Zhao.

The corner of Jiannan's mouth was a little cold. He turned his eyes and winked at Qingdai, signaling her not to get angry, to endure it and get out first. Besides, their target was the seventh floor.

Once they get the Chiyang Soul Cleansing Liquid, they will be able to cleanse their meridians and successfully form a fetus. As for Yu Zhao and his gang, their master will naturally take care of them.

"Brother, can you bear the humiliation they inflicted on me?"

"The most important thing is that they took the Burning Flame away. Brother Si clearly promised Master that he would get the Burning Flame back intact before entering the tower, but now..."

Seeing Jiannan struggling, she began to confuse right and wrong. "Brother Si might have met with an accident. He came here once before and was the only one who survived. He had already been recognized by Fenyan."

"Now that people are missing, it's probably related to her." Qingdai was so angry that she jumped up and down. She wanted the two groups to fight. The more life lamps of the sects were extinguished, the more anxious the old guys outside would be. It would be best to involve several sects.

Yu Zhao is from the Qingcheng Sect, and Shen Yuzhuo is from the Haoyun Sect. The young man couldn't hide his thoughts, and he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and it was obvious that they had a close relationship.

Although they are far apart now, he may not stand idly by.

It would be better to wait until the disciples of these three sects start fighting, so that more people die and chaos occurs.

The reputation of the Wanjian Sect is important, and Jian Nanyi knows it, but it is different now. Si Ziming is dead, and Fen Yan is about to be taken away.

Qingdai's eyes swept past Leng Quanyi beside her. This bitch actually dared to slap her in the face. She really couldn't swallow this.

She raised her hand and wanted to fight back, but Leng Quanyi clamped her wrist directly, making her unable to move at all. The strength in his hand was gradually increasing. The pain swept through the back of her head, and Qingdai was in excruciating pain.

On the other side, Jian Nanyi's attitude was very firm. He sheathed his sword and was more concerned about the benefits they could get on the seventh floor.

The dead cannot be resurrected, but those who are alive now can get more.

Seeing him leave, Qingdai stomped her feet fiercely, glared at Leng Quanyi severely, and could only follow him reluctantly.

Yu Zhao put away the Jinghong Sword and slumped on the ground. She was so tired from being so tense. She breathed a long sigh of relief. Song Yulan also sat beside her and sighed.

"It was such a close call. I almost thought I was going to have a fight with them. We were fighting on their territory. When the young ones died, the old ones came, and when the old ones died, another old mummy came. It was endless."

Yu Zhao smiled softly. The senior sister had a good attitude. She thought she was afraid of the trouble she would cause. After all, it would definitely be more noisy if she went out.

The charred body of Si Ziming should have turned into a crispy shark.

As the few people left, the onlookers also dispersed and began to dig through the grass to search for spirits. Their magic weapons had not yet been tempered.

Unexpectedly, the spirits just now ran away in a swarm, and even the things on them were robbed. It was really a loss of both the wife and the army.

They couldn't swallow this humiliation, and used their hands and feet to search for the soul, hoping that they would show mercy and return their magic weapons to them.

Now I can't stand it anymore.

"Where did those damn spirits go?"

"Is it true that he swallowed my Dragon Slaying Sword? I rented it with spirit stones from the Xiuxian forum, and it almost emptied my family's savings." The casual cultivator in tattered clothes had a bitter face and was somewhat skeptical about his life.

He has been eating stewed potatoes for three months. If he can't find the Dragon Slaying Sword, he will have to eat bean sticks for another ten years.

It could also be five years of bean sticks and five years of snake melon.

Many independent cultivators cannot afford to buy magical instruments, so they choose to rent them from others. Not only is the rent expensive, but they almost end up having to mortgage their own pants.

Now it’s lost…

It's even more painful than if my parents died.

Some have even started burning paper money. "I'll burn more for my elders. If I don't have money to compensate for other people's magic tools, I'll be beaten to death and go to hell to rely on my parents."