The Strongest Qi Refiner

At this moment, on the Huijing Platform, more than three hundred monks were still listening carefully to Master Jian Ye's nonsense on the high platform, unaware that they were in danger.

Fang Yu and his party did not move, standing at the very back of the Huijing Terrace, silently observing the movements around them.

"They started moving."

Fang Yu's eyes were slightly stern.

At this moment, captured by his consciousness, twenty black-clothed monks set out at the same moment.

They were originally scattered in all directions of Huijingtai, but now they closed the circle as soon as they set off.

But judging from the direction in which they gathered, the target was not Fang Yu's group. Instead, they were gathering forward.

"Who's the target...in front?" Fang Yu frowned and looked ahead.

In the first half of the Huijing Terrace, apart from the group of monks, the most conspicuous person was Mr. Jian Ye who was teaching the 'Spell Technique'.

"How could the target be him?" Fang Yu frowned and quickly observed the large group of monks in front of him.

Perhaps there is someone among these monks who has an important identity?

On the stage, Mr. Jian Ye was talking about insignificant talisman tips while observing the movements of Fang Yu and his party in the distance.

He didn't care about the more than 300 monks surrounding him.

He just wanted to show his abilities in front of Fang Yu and his group of distinguished guests.

Talisman cultivation is a major direction of cultivation, but because it is extremely difficult to get started, many monks are discouraged.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary monks, the status of Fu cultivators is relatively high.

Especially Young Master Jian Ye, who is a disciple of Emperor Fu, will receive a warm welcome wherever he goes.

He was used to it, even tired of it.

"Well, these distinguished guests don't seem to care much... It seems that what I said is too superficial. They are from noble backgrounds and may have heard these theories before... Don't be in a hurry. I'll talk about some advanced knowledge later. That's it. Only then can I reflect my value." Mr. Jian Ye thought to himself.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

At this moment, twenty black shadows suddenly flashed out from all directions of the Huijing Terrace!

The cold murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire Huijing Terrace!

Before Mr. Jian Ye could react on the stage, he only felt a flash of silver light in front of him.

"call out!"

A sharp pain came from his left arm.

I saw Mr. Jianye's entire left arm flying out directly.

Blood sputtered out.

"...Ahhhhh..."

Mr. Jian Ye's eyes widened and he was stunned for two seconds before letting out a shrill scream!

He screamed and stepped back.

The black-clothed monk in front of him held a sharp long knife in his hand, raised it, and slashed out again!

"Pure Gang Talisman!"

Mr. Jian Ye screamed and tried his best to take out a talisman with his right hand.

"bass!"

Fu Di's light flashed and turned into a gang seal, blocking in front of him.

"Click!"

The monk in black slashed the Gang Seal with his long sword, creating a direct crack.

"Poof!"

The next second, this Gang Seal broke and shattered!

The black-clothed monk took a step forward, raised his sword again, and slashed at Master Jianye's head!

"Don't kill me..."

Mr. Jian Ye tried his best to dodge to the side, but his right arm did not escape the knife and was disconnected again.

This time, both arms were gone.

Mr. Jianye fell to the ground, his whole body trembling, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't know what was going on and who was going to kill him! ?

Over the years, he has traveled around the world, and although he has made a lot of profits by using the reputation of Emperor Fu, he has never made trouble with anyone, let alone caused death!

The black-clothed monk held the blood-stained sword and slowly walked towards Mr. Jian Ye who fell to the ground.

Young Master Jian Ye was crying, but at this moment, the situation on the Huijing Stage... was like purgatory on earth.

After this group of black-clothed monks rushed to the Huijing Platform, they not only attacked Mr. Jian Ye on the platform, but also attacked more than 300 monks!

And their attacks are also extremely ruthless, and they are just to take lives!

On the stage, more than three hundred monks were frightened to death by the sudden killing.

Screams, exclamations, and roars came and went.

The Huijing Stage was quickly filled with the smell of blood.

Father and son Lan Yutang and Lan Guinan, who were rolling over, turned pale.

"Guard! Guard!"

Lan Yutang shouted.

But Lan Guinan on the side pulled him and ran back!

Because, he saw that a monk in black had turned his head and stared at their father and son!

The danger is right in front of you!

"Run! Dad, run!" Lan Guinan pulled Lan Yutang and shouted.

"Boom!"

Just when Huijingtai fell into chaos, an extremely powerful fairy power burst out!

The powerful pressure directly enveloped Huijingtai!

A bright light bloomed from behind the Huijing Terrace.

A beautiful shadow rose into the air.

It was like pure white petals were swirling around her body.

Furongmen, the goddess of Liangqiu!

This is the power of hibiscus!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In mid-air, Goddess Liangqiu stretched out her white fingers and released streams of immortal power.

Balls of white light fell on the heads of each monk in black.

The black-clothed monks shook their bodies and immediately stopped moving.

Their bodies were all shrouded in the pure white hibiscus power!

"Whoosh... click!"

On the stage, the long knife that was being chopped off in front of Mr. Jian Ye's head suddenly stopped halfway down.

"Ahhhhh..."

Mr. Jian Ye closed his eyes, his whole body was shaking, and he was shouting, thinking that he was dead.

As well as the more than 300 monks on the Huijing Platform, they couldn't calm down at this moment.

Everything happened so fast, they didn't even react yet!

Many of the monks were seriously injured.

But fortunately, thanks to the timely action of Goddess Liangqiu, no monks were killed!

"What happened...what happened!?"

All the monks had not yet recovered from their fear and panic and looked around.

The same is true for Lan Yutang and Lan Guinan.

But they recovered their senses relatively quickly, looking at the goddess Liangqiu in mid-air, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately...fortunately there is a strong person like Liangqiu Goddess present.

Otherwise today... Tianhe Villa will definitely be bloodbathed!

"Brother, what's going on? Why aren't these guys coming for you..." Han Miaoyi blinked, looking confused.

Fang Yu frowned, also thinking about this issue.

At first he thought the target was himself, then he thought the target was Mr. Jian Ye, but he found out... that the other party had no target.

In other words, except for him, Han Miaoyi and the goddess Liangqiu, they were all targets.

What is the intention of doing this?

If the person who ordered these black-clothed monks to take action... was the man behind the plot to assassinate Little Carp, what was his purpose in doing so?

"Since they have the news that I came to Tianhe Villa, they naturally also know that Liang Qiu, the goddess of Furong Sect, is by my side... Therefore, if they really want to kill me, they must at least send someone with the ability to restrain Liang Qiu. His subordinates, because he didn’t have such capable subordinates, so he turned his target to other monks present?”

"But what's the point of doing this?"

"Create chaos, and then what? What else can they do?"