Chapter 108 Meet the charming Lin Qiaoer again

The Hidden Mist Leopard is one of the most difficult types of high-level monsters. Ordinary monks, even those at the ninth level of Qi refining stage, would not dare to look down upon it.

But under Yang Shaolin's attack, he became extremely relaxed.

Su Twelve didn't take Yang Shaolin's 'kindly' advice to heart.

He didn't want to reveal too much of his strength in front of outsiders. He just wanted to complete the task quickly and go back as soon as possible to avoid any complications.

For him, it's best not to do anything, so he can be at ease!

At this moment, he was greatly surprised when he saw Yang Shaolin's straightforward and fierce offensive. .??.??

"This guy is actually so strong?!"

Su Twelve raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Su Twelve secretly exclaimed.

In his eyes, whether it was Han Yu or Jiang Feng, the elegant scholar in Luoyan Peak. Compared with Yang Shaolin, he is much inferior.

But you must know that Yang Shaolin has only reached the eighth level of Qi refining stage. And those two people are both at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage!

Yang Shaolin's methods were fierce and domineering, his brows were slightly furrowed, and during the battle, his movements were calm and unhurried.

In the blink of an eye, there were six more corpses of Mist-Hidden Leopards at his feet.

When the other people saw this, they didn't dare to neglect, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons and joined the battle group.

However, their strength is obviously far behind Yang Shaolin. The two of them worked together to barely deal with a fog-hidden leopard.

In just a quarter of an hour, all twenty monster beasts fell to the ground and died.

Among them, most of them were killed by Yang Shaolin.

Glancing at the corpse of the monster on the ground, the round-faced disciple grinned, turned to Yang Shaolin and said, "Haha, Senior Brother Yang, the lightning in your palm is getting more and more powerful!"

"Awesome? I told you a long time ago that you need to hone your true energy and practice your techniques diligently. If you had listened to me earlier, you could be like me!" Yang Shaolin clasped his hands behind his back and was quite proud in his words.

"Then how can it be the same? Such overbearing thunder spells can only be mastered by Senior Brother Yang, who has the best thunder spirit root."

! "The round-faced disciple smiled coquettishly.

With a smile on his face, Yang Shaolin shook his head and had no intention of explaining anymore.

Facing these fellow practitioners with similar cultivation levels, he felt quite proud of his high position!

In his opinion, talent and spiritual roots are only part of why he has such strength. What is more important is his own unremitting efforts and hard training.

These people attribute their achievements entirely to their spiritual roots and talents, and they are obviously not from the same group.

"With Senior Brother Yang's cultivation, it can take at most one year to break through to the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage. In my opinion, the champion of the Seven Peaks Competition in five years will be none other than Senior Brother Yang."

"That's right, who can stop this grenade technique?! The reward of the Seven Peaks Competition is the Foundation Establishment Pill! As long as you take the Foundation Establishment Pill, with Senior Brother Yang's foundation, you will be able to successfully build the Foundation!"

"I really don't understand why the great elder can't see a seedling like you!"

The other people also came forward and complimented Yang Shaolin one after another.

The champion of the Seven Peaks Competition?

The corners of Yang Shaolin's mouth raised slightly, flashing a smile that was determined to win.

But he said calmly: "Okay, Great Elder, are you and I allowed to comment? Say less compliments. If you have this skill, why not improve your strength more!"

With that said, Yang Shaolin came to Su Twelve's side with a smile, "Junior Brother Twelve, let's go in!"

"Thank you, senior brothers!" Su Twelve cupped his hands and followed Yang Shaolin to the front.

But in my mind, I was thinking about the conversation that a few people had just had, the Seven Peaks Competition? Foundation Building Pill?

Behind him, the other people looked at Yang Shaolin and gasped. Everyone shook their heads, quite dissatisfied with Su Twelve.

Several people felt that Yang Shaolin's talent and strength could not be favored by the great elder.

On the other hand, Su Twelve had mediocre qualifications and mediocre strength, but he was treated like his son by the great elder! A few people didn't say anything, but in their hearts they felt grievances against Yang Shaolin!

Arriving at the entrance, several people held tokens and easily passed through the formation.

Stepping into the Xianxian Gorge, Yang Shaolin looked at the handyman disciples in front of him, frowned, and asked: "Who is in charge, and what happened to these fog-hidden leopards?"

On the ground, about thirty handyman disciples were either seriously injured and unconscious, or their true energy was consumed so much that they were half dead from exhaustion.

For a moment, no one bothered to answer Yang Shaolin's question.

Yang Shaolin's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his face became sulky.

At this time, a female disciple who was plainly dressed, with a good figure, but with half a pockmark on her face stood up.

"I'm going to tell some senior brothers that these monsters suddenly appeared half a month ago and will attack the entrance formation every three days."

"At the beginning, there was only one monster beast, but then the number became more and more. I don't know when it will end!"

The woman lowered her head and said with a worried look on her face.

"The number is getting bigger and bigger?" Yang Shaolin muttered softly, suddenly feeling troubled.

Twenty mist-hidden leopards were okay, but if there were more, even he wasn't sure he could handle them!

Suppressing the worry in his heart, he continued to ask: "Are you the only ones here?"

"In Qi Canyon, there were originally hundreds of handyman disciples and ten inner disciples at the sixth or seventh level of Qi refining stage."

"Three days ago, more than a dozen monster beasts suddenly appeared. Those inner disciples were not aware of it, and the monster beasts broke into the valley, and they all died."

"It's Senior Brother Li Hong who will lead us to repair the formation and work together to drive those monsters out of the valley.

outside. For this reason, most of the handyman disciples also lost. "

The woman lowered her head and spoke in an orderly manner. When talking about the dead disciples, she could not help but reveal a bit of sadness.

"Okay, I understand. There are some healing pills here. You can take them and distribute them to everyone, and then go heal them! We will take over this place for the time being!"

Yang Shaolin kept his expression, nodded, took out three bottles of ordinary healing pills and handed them to the female handyman disciple.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

The woman took the elixir with a grateful expression, glanced at Su Twelve quietly from the corner of her eye, turned around hurriedly, and distributed the elixir to everyone.

Yang Shaolin turned his head and saw Su Twelve staring at the woman in a daze.

His eyebrows moved slightly, he came close to Su Twelve, and said with a smile: "What... Junior Brother Twelve, are you interested in this woman?"

"Although this woman has flaws on her face, there are many beauty treasures in the world of immortality. Judging from her figure, once repaired, she will be a stunning woman!"

"Uh... senior brother, don't get me wrong, I'm just thinking about something." Su Twelve twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head and denied it directly.

Although he said this, he was actually observing the woman.

But it's not intentional, but recognition of the other person's identity. She is Lin Qiaoer, the daughter of the master of the Qixuan Sect in Li Nancheng.

The true appearance of this woman is not ordinary, but rather charming and charming, somewhat charming.

Unexpectedly, she would come here and dress herself up so ordinary?

Su Twelve was surprised, but he didn't point out the other party, let alone show any emotion.

"Thinking about something?" Yang Shaolin squinted his eyes, obviously not believing this.

"Senior Brother Yang, have you heard that there seem to be a lot of wild beasts on this mountain?" Su Twelve did not continue the previous topic, but frowned and pointed to the top of the canyon.