My magic weapons are all rule-based

Peng Jiang had a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

He is really ill. He was asked to gather intelligence, but he still analyzed it.

It would be fine to listen to his analysis.

"Before the competition, I also collected a list of participating sects in private. I just found some special traces of battles on the periphery. These traces are likely to be..."

Meng Xianye spoke in a vague manner, and the people around him were all confused.

Until the end, Meng Xianye threw the stick in his hand and said, "To sum up, according to my analysis, the original planned route cannot be taken, otherwise we are very likely to be ambushed."

Everyone looked up and looked at Meng Xianye in shock: "Xiao Meng, are you really okay? What did you say just now? I didn't understand it at all. Did you understand it?"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked back at Meng Xianye.

Meng Xianye shrank his head back, also full of confusion: "I... Didn't I explain it clearly enough?"

Everyone shook their heads.

I have no idea what he is saying. I can understand every word, but when they are put together, I am completely unable to understand.

I don't know how he combined two completely unrelated pieces of information to come to a new conclusion.

"Okay, then I'll tell you again. This time I'll try to tell you more simply."

Meng Xianye picked up a wooden stick and started to write and draw again.

He didn't raise his head until he finished.

He was still greeted by a strange gaze.

Chang Xia sighed and walked to his side, whispering: "Xiao Meng, you are really tired, go and rest first."

"No... Is there anything wrong with what I said just now?" Meng Xianye spread his hands and asked everyone, "Do you need me to tell you again."

Peng Jiang frowned: "Are you pretending to be confused or are you deliberately talking nonsense to me?"

"Brother, what are you saying? How dare I talk nonsense about matters of life and death? No... What I said is wrong." Meng Xianye argued in a panic.

"Okay, stop talking!" Peng Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, "Follow the team and follow the original route."

"No, Brother, I said! If we follow your plan, we are likely to be ambushed..."

"Shut up!" Peng Jiang yelled impatiently, pointing directly at Meng Xianye, "I make the decision, if you dare to interrupt again, don't blame me for being rude."

Meng Xianye lowered his head and dared not speak.

Until Peng Jiang left, he looked at Chang Xia beside him: "Sister, don't you believe what I said?"

Chang Xia asked with concern and left without saying a word.

"Brother Liu, don't you believe me either?" Meng Xianye turned his head and looked at another person.

"Xiao Meng, you take a rest first, just stay close to me and don't walk around, if you fight, just stand back. Ah, don't talk for now, let's go."

Meng Xianye kept a depressed look, got up and followed the team.

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The team moved forward, while constantly searching for supplies, traces or warning of danger around them.

Meng Xianye walked silently at the end of the team without saying a word.

His hand in his sleeve secretly tapped the jade slip.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that everyone arrived at a low-lying dense forest.

Peng Jiang was walking in the front, and suddenly his face changed drastically, and he drew out his magic weapon!

"Enemy attack!!"

Before the word "attack" was completely uttered, ten flying swords around him suddenly broke through the treetops and rushed out!

They went straight to kill everyone.

Meng Xianye saw the opportunity and knocked over the two people in front of him.

Chang Xia in front was caught by him on the back and quickly fell to the ground, avoiding the assassination.

The three people got up quickly with lingering fear, holding magic weapons and immediately responding to the enemy.

As the magic sword flew out, a group of cultivators appeared and attacked the Taichu Sect.

"Lingxiao Sect! This is a cultivator from Lingxiao Sect! Damn despicable!" Peng Jiang cursed and dealt with the enemy in a mess.

Three or four people from the other side surrounded him, and the rest went to attack other disciples.

Meng Xianye and Leng Xiaohe were fighting fiercely.

"Hahaha, you are so tired and still dare to attack us! You are overestimating yourself!" Peng Jiang shouted.

Although three or four people surrounded him, his breath was fluctuating, which was obviously a sign of fatigue.

They dared to attack Taichu in this state, which was really crazy!

The rest of the Taichu Sect also felt that the pressure was not great. After simply adjusting the rhythm, they quickly began to prepare to regain the upper hand.

After several rounds of fighting, Meng Xianye roared and stepped on the ground with his left foot!

A palm hit Leng Xiaohe's heart steadily.

Leng Xiaohe spurted blood and flew backwards, shouting: "Retreat quickly!!"

The Lingxiao Sect monks no longer wanted to fight and retreated at a high speed.

Seeing that the opponent was actually starting to fall into a disadvantage and run away.

Peng Jiang laughed wildly: "It's too late to run now!"

After saying that, he stepped on the flying sword and prepared to chase the enemy.

The morale of the Taichu Sect monks was greatly boosted, and they all stepped on the flying swords, except Meng Xianye.

Meng Xianye pulled Chang Xia with one hand and another monk with the other hand, with a nervous expression and a hurried tone: "Don't chase! There may be a trick!"

"Go quickly, don't waste time!" Peng Jiang turned around and saw Meng Xianye getting in the way again, his eyes spurting with anger, "Meng Xianye, get out of here! I'll deal with you when I come back!"

"Junior brother, let me go... just stay here and don't move." Chang Xia simply explained and shook off Meng Xianye's hand and chased after him.

The Taichu Sect disciples left one by one.

Meng Xianye looked into the distance, his expression returned to normal, he dusted off the corner of his clothes, and then stepped on the flying sword and followed slowly.

The monks shuttled through the dense forest to chase.

The cultivators of Lingxiao Sect seemed to know the situation better, and their movements were more flexible than those of Taichu Sect during their continuous flight.

Peng Jiang, who was in the back, was full of excitement and chased after them. He obviously did not notice this subtle change.

He even raised his hand to blast the trees at the cost of his spiritual power, opening up a path for the back.

After moving forward for a few dozen meters, the opponent had entered his attack range.

Peng Jiang's spiritual power was surging, and he was about to kick the magic sword forward.

The ground exploded!

The pillar-like flames rushed straight into the sky, and the splashing flames instantly ignited dozens of giant trees.

Half of his body was hit by the flames, and Peng Jiang screamed in pain.

The cultivators such as Chang Xia who were chasing behind saw the scene in front of them, and a layer of shadow was cast in their hearts at the same time.

An idea flashed in his mind.

I was ambushed! Xiao Meng was right again!

"The Fire Dragon Talisman... is a trap! Retreat!" Peng Jiang roared and ordered, turning around and flying back to where he came from.

The rest of the people turned around and started to run away.

Behind everyone, Leng Xiaohe followed Qi Fei closely, pointing at Peng Jiang's back in front of him.

"Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!"

Qi Fei threw out a killing move, sighing: "I really don't know if I trust you."

"Your man doesn't trust you, who else can you trust!" Leng Xiaohe said angrily.

Qi Fei resisted the urge to hit him, and said: "Taichu is not weak, you trust the wrong person, that's courting death."

"Hahahaha, courting death? That's right! Courting death, my fellow disciples are all tigers and snakes! When it comes to interests and prospects, none of us will give in. Feifei, you are too naive, do you think that after facing a strong enemy together, he will share resources with us? As long as there is a suitable opportunity, he will not hesitate to attack us." Leng Xiaohe's eyes were full of fanaticism.

"You are really sick." Qi Fei swallowed her saliva, and suddenly had a new understanding of the man next to her.

"No... I'm not sick, it's just that this road is too crowded for us. Sometimes it's so crowded that even relatives and friends can't fit in." The bitterness on Leng Xiaohe's face disappeared in an instant, "Catch up with Peng Jiang and beat him up. The uglier the better!"

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