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Without mentioning that Fang Wuji used the secret method, he learned the fact that Fang's second brother could not die. He gritted his teeth with hatred and shouted that the murderer was immortal. He only said that Wang Fanqiang raised his spiritual power and rushed all the way all night. He was still worried. He ran into the deep mountains and forests in front of him and found a hidden cave before he fell down and took a breath.

"The Feiyumen were so ferocious that they abruptly cut off my arms." He thought with hatred that it was not unfair that he could not die. Such a person should not die, who should die.

"There is no airless wall in the world. Sooner or later, Fang Wuji will find out that I did it." As soon as he thought of this, his scalp was numb: "Strength, I need strong strength."

In the face of difficulties, he was not pessimistic and disappointed, but stimulated the supreme fighting spirit.

"First take care of the injury, and then practice hard. If the cultivation does not reach the ninth level of practice, it will never pass." He set a goal for himself, sat up with his teeth gritted, and ran "Dead Wood in Spring".

As a wooden yellow skill, "Dead Wood Meets Spring" is definitely a healing skill. In only a few weeks, he felt that the broken arm was hot, and his fatigue swept away.

"Yuan Hong broke his arm and repaired it completely in half a month. I have Dead Wood in Spring. Even if the injury is twice as heavy as him, it will not take more time than him, but I don't know how he is now."

But at this time, he was a mud bodhisattva who crossed the river. He also swept away his worries about Yuan Hong. He closed his eyes and meditated. Under the influence of the magic mirror, he was soon immersed in practice.

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Ling Yuntian looked at the noisy elders with a serious face, and suddenly smashed the table in front of him with a "bang", which scared everyone excitedly and lost his voice.

"It's been quarreling for so many days. Haven't you quarreled enough?" If it weren't for the face of the head, he couldn't wait to spit on everyone's face: "Feiyumen slaughtered my mining area. Instead of discussing how to revenge, you quarrel over the division of the concentrate. Have you been kicked in the head by the donkey? I don't know that the mining area is gone, and you can't get any concentrate at all?"

"Everyone is not only not stupid, but also smart and scary. But why don't you understand the truth that your lips are dead and your teeth are cold? Do you think that the Lingxiao Pavilion is over, you can still be alone, and the peaks of your leaders can still exist in the world?"

The more he said, the more angry he became. In the end, his face turned blue, and he waited for everyone to answer.

"This-----" Elder Pan was taken care of by him. Seeing that no one spoke, he had to answer, "The leader's words are reasonable, but I don't discuss revenge. It's not that I don't plan to fight with Feiyumen, but I want to have more resources before the war, so that I can arm my disciples and make them more courage to fight on the battlefield."

After several years of mining, Lingxiao Pavilion has stored a lot of concentrates, but it has not moved because of the controversy over the distribution issue. Ling Yuntian believes that everyone is fighting now because there are too few concentrates. When they accumulate more and reach that every foundation monk has a middle-quality or even a top-quality spiritual sword, what else is there to compete for?

His idea was very good, but it was a pity that Feiyumen did not give him the opportunity to accumulate.

"What's difficult to assign?" Elder Wu said bluntly: "Whoever agrees to go to the front line, give good things to whoever, and allow him to refine his favorite magic weapon. This is a natural matter. Why quarrel here?"

His method is indeed fair, but the problem is that the elders want to preserve their strength, don't want their trusted disciples to go to the front line, and also want to give the concentrate to their trusted disciples.

"This battle is different from the past, and the disciples of each peak may have a greater loss. If the concentrate is handed over to the weak disciples, even if they are refined, they will increase casualties due to unskilled use. In case of death in battle, isn't it a waste of money? I think this method is extremely inappropriate.

While everyone was meditating, an old man with a white beard shook his head and said.

"Absurd" Elder Wu glanced at him contemptuously: "In the meaning of Elder Bai, if the disciples fight like this, there will be fewer casualties. So why are you quarreling about the separation of concentrate?"

"This----" Elder Bai's words were stuffed.

"All shut up!" Ling Yuntian narrowed his eyes and flashed a dangerous light. Everyone couldn't help shrinking their necks. Although they were all Jindan monks, the difference between the middle and early Jindan was not a little bit.

"Don't think I don't know what you think. Don't you just want to leave the concentrate to your trusted disciples?" He looked around with sharp eyes: "The disciples complained about my Lingxiao Pavilion. Isn't that what caused it? Now that the sect is at the moment of nine deaths, you still don't know your regrets. Do you really have to wait until the top of the mountain is destroyed by Feiyu Gate?

"Today I will announce that all the disciples who participate in the battle, whether they belong to the outer door or the inner door, the refinery peak, the spirit beast peak or the refinery peak, will be eligible for the concentrate. As for those who hide behind, if they dare to distribute it privately, just wait for me to deal with it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his consciousness was suddenly released, and the suppressed crowd was out of breath: "Did you hear it clearly? It's a violation. Don't blame me for not reminding you at that time!"

Seeing that he was completely angry, everyone did not dare to say anything more. They were submissive and agreed.

His face softened a little, and then said, "This time, as soon as Feiyumen took action, everyone in our mining area was slaughtered. Jiang Guanshi's cultivation was abandoned, and the iron master was nowhere to be found. It is estimated that he died and disappeared, so everyone must unite and fight against the enemy together."

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Xiao Mei returned to the outer door under the operation of Bai Hongtu and practiced more hard. In just a few years, she broke through one layer and reached four layers of Qi practice. As a result, she was affirmed by everyone and became a well-known "cultivation genius".

At this moment, she did not practice. Instead, she squeezed anxiously among the crowd and listened to Li Xiucai's hoarse pre-war mobilization.

"Brothers from the outer door, the disciples in the mining area were slaughtered. The situation is so fierce and miserable. Do the brothers let Feiyumen kill my disciples and destroy my fellow sect? What's more, these people are all our outer door brothers, Caidie, Wang Fan, Yuan Hong and Han Yi. Which one you haven't seen before, but they are killed alive like this. There is no revenge. How to comfort their spirit in heaven-"

Li Xiucai's face was crying, and his voice was sad. His mouth was dry, but no one answered.

"The last time it was an inducement for profit, did you want to be moved by it?" A tall and handsome man came to Xiao Mei and looked at Li Xiucai's performance disdainfully: "Sister Mei, do you think they are really dead?"