The next step to kill the guardian monster was to pick herbs. The three of them rushed towards the Bingmahua as fast as the wind. Unexpectedly, the six Yufeng Temple disciples who were just watching rushed over quickly. The leader suddenly threw out the black spear in his hand, drew a black light in the air, and stabbed it on the hillside, swaying a seeping murderous aura.

After a sudden change, Zhao Ran and others stopped quickly, turned their heads and looked at a group of Yufengguan disciples, with hatred on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, six Taoist priests came near, and as their arms swept out their spiritual energy, the long sword bound on their backs was unsheathed, and the cold light was floating in the air, ready to go like a team of goose lings. The direction they were aiming at was the three people on the opposite side.

The tense atmosphere was about to break out. The disciples of Yunlan Palace guessed that the other party had bad intentions and were all angry. Zhao Ran said angrily with a blue face: "What do you mean? Do you want to fight?"

The Taoist priest, who was leading, rolled his narrow eyes, looked over with a cold look, and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing, Master Dao just wants to inform you that these ice ma flowers are owned by us. Get out of here quickly, otherwise there will be no mercy to kill."

As the pride of heaven in Fengming Valley, the three disciples of Yunlan Palace had never been so angry. At this time, their lungs were about to explode. Angry flames flashed in Zhao Ran's eyes and he said sternly: "We discovered these Bingmahuas first. Do you still have to force them to rob them?"

The Taoist sneered and said disdainfully: "Bad, are you blind? You didn't see that my black gun had been inserted on the hillside. The herbs in this area belong to us. If you don't get out of here, Dao's patience is limited..."

Obviously, this battle cannot be fought. Zhao Ran roared furiously: "Young Master is useless!" The mountain-slashing knife in his hand was slashed out, and he rushed straight to the other party with a murderous cold light, as if chasing the soul and taking action, he was not uncommon, and he was indeed a disciple of Yunlan Palace.

The six Yufeng Temple disciples on the opposite side were also extraordinary. The weakest two were the late stage of the platform, and the other two were the early stage of the Zhifu Mansion. The leader was named Yun Shang, and he even reached the middle stage of the Zhifu Mansion. He was quite impressive. He pinched the sword technique with his right hand and moved it. The flying sword swung the silver light and came forward, colliding with the cold light, making a sound.

Jiang Yulin and Wu Haolin also waved their weapons to attack, one holding a copper hammer and the other holding two forks, each swaying fiercely, rushing towards the Taoist priests on the opposite side like dark clouds.

Five Taoist priests immediately fought back, manipulating the flying sword to fight fiercely. In the air, the sharp edge and the flying sword kept colliding and stirring, and the energy fluctuations spread everywhere, which were extremely fierce.

In the air, the six flying swords quickly rotated like ghosts, and cooperated with each other to maximize their power, which made the three Yunlan Palace disciples complain and felt that they could not resist it.

Qiu Yu looked at the flying swords that were coming and going freely, and was secretly surprised. It seemed like a sword formation. I'm afraid Zhao Ran and the others would be defeated miserably. Should I go over and help? He was very conflicted. He hated these three guys very much and really didn't want to take action. Besides, the risks he faced were too great. The six Yufeng Temple disciples were really amazing. But now that he saw it, it would be a bit unreasonable if he didn't come forward to rescue him. After all, they were all fellow disciples...
Chapter completed!