An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

"Hahaha……"

The Qilin monk, who originally had a serious expression on his face, thought that Beifeng had some killer moves when he saw him put on such a big show. Unexpectedly, after all the trouble, his momentum only increased a little bit, which made him laugh.

"Snapped!"

The Qilin monk had not yet finished laughing when everyone suddenly heard a crisp sound and the laughter stopped abruptly.

The Qilin monk was hit and took several steps back until he was supported by two people behind him and was able to steady himself.

"Ho...ho..."

The Qilin monk who was laughing just now had a sallow face that had turned red. He covered his throat, made a strange sound, and blood foam kept spurting out of his mouth.

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone present is a ninth-rank master. As long as they don't get too carried away, Bei Feng's every move will not escape their eyes.

Just now, Bei Feng was indeed standing still in the same place without moving, and what actually injured the monk was a black gas.

The black gas flew out from Beifeng's sleeves and hit the throat of the Qilin monk with lightning speed, seriously injuring him with just one blow.

"So fast!"

Everyone was secretly amazed, no one expected Bei Feng to be able to use such a swift magic with his eighth-grade cultivation.

Moreover, this magic is extremely powerful and difficult to sense, which makes the remaining two people in the Qilin Formation more vigilant.

Xie Tingzhu was stunned at first, and then he showed a rare expression of shock.

After a successful attack, Bei Feng did not stop there, but strode towards the Qilin monk who was still covering his throat and coughing up blood with murderous intent.

Bei Feng's footsteps became a little heavy at this time, and the ground would shake slightly with every step. Everyone present was shocked again, and no one could figure out what kind of martial arts Bei Feng was using.

Seeing this, the monk who was coughing up blood forced himself to use his skills and ran away without looking back, as if he was running for his life. The remaining two people in the Qilin formation looked at each other and attacked almost at the same time, each holding a weapon and killing Beifeng.

"You are cheating!"

When Xu Fu saw that the two ninth-grade cultivators on Qilin's side were so shameless as to attack at the same time, he immediately shouted and rushed forward.

"Stormy waves!"

Tang Yuan suddenly shouted in a low voice, and he didn't know when a palm-sized yellow gourd appeared in his hand. He poured a drop of water from it, and when he fanned it with his folding fan, it immediately turned into a huge wave and pressed down from mid-air.

The range of this magic is not small, and all the people on Xuanwu's side are covered by it. Xu Fu wants to fight against this magic, but when he thinks of Bai Yu lying behind him, he has to turn back and rescue Bai Yu first.

At the same time, Wei Su Yan Han used magic to take He Yuan away, while Xu Su Shu Lichun carried Zhu Bingzhen away.

Unexpectedly, Tingzhu still stood there, allowing the huge waves to fall, like a pillar in the middle of the stream, unmoved.

After the huge waves passed, the dean of Xuanwu Shangling Academy didn't even get his clothes wet.

Upon seeing this, Xu Fu secretly praised in his heart, and then looked at Bei Feng, who had already started fighting with the two ninth-rank masters.

The two ninth-rank masters, one wielding a hammer and the other a knife, were extremely ruthless in their attacks, going straight for Beifeng's vital points.

Although Bei Feng's steps were "slow", his moves were as fast as lightning. His hands almost simultaneously bypassed the incoming weapons and grabbed the wrists of the two ninth-rank masters.

Then, two black air streams as thick as wrists emerged from Bei Feng's sleeves and wrapped around the two men's arms tightly like snakes.

The two ninth-rank monks of Qilin were also quite good. Even though their arms were entangled by black air, they did not panic. Instead, they used the magic skills they had prepared in their other hands to attack Beifeng in the face.

The two of them naturally held back in this move, and the combined strength of the two ninth-rank masters made Xu Fu, who was standing far away, feel his heartbeat quicken and a chill in his heart.

After Jie Tingzhu resisted the huge wave, he originally wanted to step forward to help, but Tang Yuan opened his folding fan and rushed down from mid-air, obviously not wanting to talk about any rules anymore.

As a result, Xie Tingzhu was stopped by Tang Yuan.

Seeing the fist wrapped in huge spiritual power coming towards him, Bei Feng ignored it. The black spiritual light on his body just brightened again, and he used his face to take the attack from the two men.

Bei Feng was hit and he leaned back, spurting out a mouthful of blood. The black spiritual light on his body trembled slightly and suddenly became much thinner. Even so, he still did not loosen his hands, as if his hands were tied to the wrists of the two men by the black air.

A look of horror finally appeared on the faces of the two men. They could never imagine why an eighth-grade cultivator could withstand the combined attack of the two of them.

Following Bei Feng's low shout, the two black auras surged again and completely tied up the hands and feet of the two men.

The two of them kept gathering their energy and practicing martial arts, trying their best, but they couldn't break free no matter what they did. Instead, the two black auras were strangling them tighter and tighter, and it became increasingly difficult for them to even breathe.

Seeing Bei Feng defeat three ninth-grade masters on his own, Xu Fu was surprised and happy. After finding a clean place to put Bai Yu down, he turned around and rushed to the battle on the other side.

He originally thought that with Jie Tingzhu's help, it would be easy to capture Tang Yuan, but he didn't expect that Jie Tingzhu was at a disadvantage in just a few breaths.

It was unknown what method Tang Yuan used, but with just a few moves, Jie Tingzhu's hands were covered with frost, and his attacks became slow. If it weren't for the protection of the Xuanwu Secret Art, he would have probably fallen under Tang Yuan's fierce attack.

Xu Fu hurried forward to help. He knew very well that as long as this man was captured, Xuanwu’s danger today would be resolved.

Not only Xu Fu, Yan Han and Shu Lichun also saw the current situation clearly and quickly came to both sides of Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan was now facing four people on one and had no chance of winning. However, there was no panic on his face. Instead, he laughed arrogantly for a few times. After using his folding fan to fan out countless wind blades to block several people, he took out a cold jade bottle that was not much bigger than a thumb from somewhere.

"He wants to take the elixir!"

As soon as Xu Fu saw the cold jade bottle, he recognized it immediately. Before he could open his mouth to remind everyone, he saw Tang Yuan had already poured the jade bottle into his mouth.

"Not a magic pill?"

Xu Fu was very surprised. He saw clearly that what Tang Yuan poured into his mouth was clearly a lump of transparent mucus. The strange spiritual power contained in it made Xu Fu suddenly remember something.

"Chaos saliva!" Xu Fu shouted, but it was too late to stop it. He had touched Chaos saliva before, and the power of chaos contained in it made him unable to extricate himself, and he was completely trapped in chaos. If it weren't for the refreshing soup made by Zhu Dayou, he didn't know how long he would be in chaos.

But now Tang Yuan swallowed Chaos' saliva directly into his stomach, and he seemed to be unaffected by the power of Chaos, and the murderous intent in his eyes did not subside at all.

"Today, you will die!"

As soon as Tang Yuan finished speaking, his entire body was covered by evil ice. In just a few breaths, he turned into a meter-tall giant in ice armor, and a terrifying aura burst out.