Cannon fodder senior sister, she is no longer a human being

Chapter 28 The spiritual grass is deceitful
Suddenly, a sharp blade was blown away by the strong wind, forcing Yan Yu's sword to fly away. Yan Yu squinted and saw the man's arrogant and successful expression.

The attacks around him still didn't stop, and Yan Yu finally lost his mind about fighting with others.

With a few "bang bang bang" sounds, Yan Yu picked out a few light spiritual energy bombs from his jade ring, and selected a few lucky ones at any time. After taking away the attention of others, he left a mess. Leaving this place lightly.

"Hey! Yanyu, right? Make friends?"

Yan Yu was walking high in the air when she squinted and saw a man with extremely white skin standing on the Gobi desert. His pair of fox eyes were more authentic and charming than Luo Qingyun in the jade ring.

At the first sight, Yan Yu knew that this person was the leader of the Hehuan Sect. Wei Qianchuan had now broken through the stage of becoming a god.

After meeting each other, Wei Qianchuan naturally used the charm technique on Yan Yu. Yan Yu blinked and saw in her eyes that it worked, but the halo on Wei Qianchuan's body was too conspicuous. She quickly came back to her senses, and then The natal sword slashed through Po Feng's body.

Yan Yu looked coldly: "Is this how you make friends?"

Wei Qianchuan didn't know that Yan Yu could break his spell so quickly. It would take even Jimo Lan of Dao Sect a few minutes to recover and deal with him.

Even though Yan Yu's sword broke a hole in Wei Qianchuan's shoulder even though he dodged it, he still pursued him.

Wei Qianchuan reluctantly smiled at Yan Yu while avoiding the attack: "Fellow Taoist Yan Yu, is this too much? I didn't cause any actual harm to you."

Yan Yu fell from the air to the ground, pressing closer and closer: "Really? I just smelled an unusual odor."

Wei Qianchuan's face changed, "You!" No matter how outsiders thought of their Hehuan Sect, they had never spoken like this in front of them, because they didn't dare. I don’t know how I died, and I didn’t even react before I died.

"Not yours?" Yan Yu completely ignored the embarrassment and suppressed resentment on Wei Qianchuan's face.

For the sake of his future plans, Wei Qianchuan took back these negative emotions: "How could it be? I'm here to take fellow Taoist Yan to the real spiritual field."

Yan Yu's eyes faintly glanced at the green-lit field of spiritual grass that the monks had just discovered.

"Really?"

Wei Qianchuan picked up the friendly attitude just now: "Yes, our purpose this time is not to compete for resources and points. How about we work together to find the secret location of the Goddess in the secret realm?"

Yan Yu didn't say whether it was possible or not, but he was vague and said: "Let's lead the way first."

So Wei Qianchuan walked in front and led the way for Yan Yu, without any more tricks.

The real location of the spiritual field is behind this illusion. The desert forms a natural barrier and is covered by the overly eye-catching color of the illusion in front.

There are a bunch of people standing, sitting, or floating in the air, but no one has started to collect spiritual herbs.

Wei Qianchuan brought the people back to the middle of the Dao Sect and Hehuan Sect teams, where Jimo Lan was standing looking at Yan Yu with a bright smile, nodding slightly, as if he and Yan Yu were good friends.

Yan Yu ignored the person and quickly found the location of Tan Yu and Mei Yujun.

Surprisingly, everyone from the Sword Sect was here.

Dai Shuangshuang came over immediately when he saw Yan Yu, and naturally pushed the wheelchair behind Yan Yu to the side of the Sword Sect: "Senior Sister, I heard from Junjun that you are surrounded by some small sect monks in front."

The first time Ming Fei saw Yan Yu, he noticed the small wounds on Yan Yu's body. They were still bleeding before they had time to deal with them. He couldn't help but frown with concern: "Sister, does it hurt?"

Yan Yu raised her eyes and looked at him: "It's okay." Then Yan Yu cast a cleaning spell on herself, changed her clothes, and looked much better.

Yun Wanhui still had many doubts: "Someone is blocking you on purpose. Who is it?" Yan Yu raised a finger to cover her mouth: "Shh."

Yun Wanhui became quiet and there was no sound transmission. Given the cultivation level of the monks around her, it would be easy to detect it if they were careful.

After Yan Yu arrived, the scene finally changed, and they all began to look at the people around them eagerly.

Then he looked at Jimolan: "Fellow Taoist, you just said that there is still one person missing. Now that we are all together, can we divide the spiritual grass?"

"Yes, yes, what else is hidden in this secret realm? Can you tell me?"

Some people care about the spiritual grass, while others care more about the secrets that have never been discovered in the secret realm of the goddess.

Jimolan smiled softly, but remained unhurried and said, "Don't be impatient, I will think about it carefully and how to explain it to you in detail."

Now, the main sect has the largest number of people on the field. The disciples of the medicine sect are wearing turquoise clothes. There are men and women. Most of them are good at medical skills and have weak constitutions. The delicate woman in the head wears a touch of gauze and is absolutely beautiful. The face is looming.

Tan Yu is the only one left in Buddhism and is now in the Sword Sect's camp.

So now that Hehuan Sect and Dao Sect are standing together, with basically no personnel losses, it seems that their alliance is even stronger.

The remaining small sects and cultivators who could squeeze in had to secretly lower their attitude.

"Let's talk about the spiritual grass first. Your strength is obvious to all of you when you come here. Our Dao Sect has the final say. How about the distribution based on head count?"

The per capita treatment seemed fair, and in everyone's minds, it was considered acceptable.

From this point of view, Jimo Lan really doesn't value this spiritual grass very much. He just wants to use this spiritual grass as a gimmick to delay time, delay... time.

Daozong has already counted the levels and quantities of the spiritual grass, and started to allocate it to people...
The scene was peaceful. No one thought that there would be such a peaceful time. Some people were feeling uneasy, but they were also blinded by the precious spiritual grass in front of them.

Tan Yu's expression changed, and he sent a message to several people: "There is demonic energy."

Is there something wrong with this spiritual grass?
Mei Yujun carefully inspected the spiritual grass. The rich spiritual energy was extremely pure, without any impurities.

The most interested in spiritual grass are casual cultivators and small sects, so they are the first to pick spiritual grass.

"It's not about the spiritual grass."

The more he picked one, the more serious his expression became. Tan Yu's eyes were fixed on the piece of land, and then he began to advise everyone: "Everyone, there is evil energy in this land. If you pick the spiritual grass, the evil energy will leak out. "

what?
The scene was in an uproar. Some cultivators were just a few millimeters away from the spiritual grass. Did they pick it?Or leave?

The people of the Formation Sect also began to think under Tan Yu's words, and carefully compared the positions of various natural objects in this place.

"This, this is a sealing formation!" The formation sect, who was about to line up to pick it up, moved away in fear at this moment.

Someone looked at the surrounding objects. Are there any traces of the monks using magic?Do not believe.

"What sealing formation? Where is the devilish energy here? Are you lying to ghosts?"

(End of this chapter)