Chapter 162 Turning the situation

"Guo Xian's nephew, if you have reached the late stage of Yuanying at this time, I may be a little afraid of you, but you are only in the middle of Yuanying's cultivation now. Do you want to tear up with me so soon?" Mu Yang looked at Guo Yunfeng and smiled, as if he was very close to Guo Yunfeng.

"I have to capture Zheng Binfan and hand it over to Qingdanmen! But if Elder Mu does this, do you want to compete with me?" Guo Yunfeng said lightly, and at the last sentence, his voice was even cold.

"Well, even if your master is in front of me, he dare not be so arrogant. How can I be afraid of you!" Muyang shouted coldly and stared at Guo Yunfeng with his eyes wide open.

"Muyang, if you want to die happily, you'd better just be a spectator!" Ye Ziyan stood beside Guo Yunfeng and looked at Muyang as if she were looking at a junior.

"Presumptuous! A cheap maidservant in the early stage of Jie Dan really doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth. Take your life!" Mu Yang shouted angrily. Guo Yunfeng was still a little afraid, but Ye Ziyan's hands had been itchy for a long time!

Muyang's violent breath came madly towards Ye Ziyan and passed Guo Yunfeng. Ye Ziyan just exuded silver moonlight all over her body, and suddenly flew countless faint blue lotuses around her, forming several layers of water waves, as if layers of waves were blocking the outside of the silver-white light.

After only a moment, Ye Ziyan also resolved Muyang's attack. There was a faint blue light all over her body, and she fell down again beside Guo Yunfeng, but the breath all over her body was already the breath of the middle of Jiedan.

And Muyang was obviously a little surprised. It seems that the nun had secretly hidden her cultivation before, but in any case, he could not believe that this humble nun could resist her power and would never believe it!

In this chaotic situation, the rest of the monks in the field had already hidden on the other side. Unfortunately, the gate of the Immortal Hall was set up with a ban, making this group of people unable to go out at all, otherwise they would have fled for their lives long ago. Li Ling's body was red, and she was about to rush to help Ye Ziyan, but she was stopped by Xu Yulin beside her.

On the pillow of fierce battles, only Zheng Binfan, Muyang, Guo Yunfeng, Ye Ziyan, Liang Bi, and Jiang Yingjia, Wu Yifan, Zheng Xinting and Zhao Ningxiang are still there.

"Are you juniors going to challenge me?" Zheng Binfan's eyes flashed with cold light, looking at the people left behind.

"Treacherous villain, I, the heroes of Qingdanmen, should also clean up the door for Qingdanmen!" Except for Ye Ziyan, several disciples of the Qingdan Gate said in unison, and Wu Yifan walked in front of Ye Ziyan at the same time.

Wu Yifan's action immediately surprised the rest of the people, but no one said anything, and Zheng Binfan's spiritual power in his sleeves was rolling. Obviously, he had to deal with these people. This time, Muyang did not take action, and it was enough for several juniors of the Jiedan period to Zheng Binfan for a long time.

I don't know when Ye Ziyan suddenly had a dark guqin in her hand and played it a few times, while Zheng Binfan suddenly twitched, and the surging spiritual power suddenly shrank back, and even his figure seemed to be a little unstable.

"Zheng Binfan, how does it feel to cut the divine consciousness with ten thousand swords?" Ye Ziyan smiled at the corners of her mouth and looked at Zheng Binfan quietly. A pair of bare hands seemed to play with the strings unintentionally.

"The witch! What did you do to me!" Zheng Binfan looked at Ye Ziyan with a dead face. Every part of his body began to twitch a little and rolled on the ground in pain. Muyang knew that it was the Guqin in Ye Ziyan's hand. He was about to rush to Ye Ziyan, but he was stopped by Guo Yunfeng's golden light.

Finally, the two top existences of the two Qingyan City, one flashed with white light and the other flashed golden light. For a while, all the spirit wine bottles on the table in the Immortal Hall exploded. Before the spiritual fruit and spiritual flowers landed, they turned into flying ash, and the tables and chairs made by the superior spiritual wood were also broken one after another...< /P>

On the other hand, many monks who originally wanted to avoid this disaster suddenly changed their faces and tacitly opened the protective light at the same time, and the protective light of these monks was connected one by one. Suddenly, the light was so great that the destruction of the outside was blocked.

And the rest of Wu Yifan and others on this side who did not participate in the war also propped up a protective light all over their bodies and blocked all attacks.

It's just that in the crowd at this time, there was a man with a beautiful face shining in his eyes, staring at the Moqin in Ye Ziyan's hand. This man was the male monk who used to sit next to Lu Qing of Fuzhuanmen, and he was also a monk of Fuzhuanmen. His famous brother was pure.

Gradually, Zheng Binfan was lying on the ground and could hardly move, and a big golden net suddenly flew out of Ye Ziyan's hand and fell on Zheng Binfan's body. As soon as the golden net fell, the golden light flashed and bound Zheng Binfan to death.

This golden net is the golden fire of the lower treasure, and Tang Linger, who saw this big net, was suddenly stunned, but she didn't say anything and dissipated the light in her eyes.

"Brother Wu, Zheng Binfan will give it to you. I have temporarily controlled him." Ye Ziyan smiled at Wu Yifan, but her face was as pale as paper.

"Sister Ye, it seems that you have consumed too much spiritual power. Take a break first!" Wu Yifan glanced at Ye Ziyan and said with some concern.

"It doesn't matter. I'll be fine after a break. It's a pity that I don't have the extra spiritual power to destroy Zheng Binfan, otherwise the Flame halberd can be taken back." Ye Ziyan smiled bleakly and took a bottle of raw magic elixir, and her face gradually regained some blood color. However, her eyes stared at the two kinds of white and yellow light that were already inseparable. She was faintly worried. Seeing this, a strange color flashed in Wu Yifan's eyes, but she said nothing more.

First-class Ye Ziyan regained a little spiritual power and stretched out a pair of plain hands to play with the strings, but this time the tune and control of Zheng Binfan were slightly different. This time, the voice is more melodious, more indifferent and more distant.

Gradually, I don't know how long it took, the white and yellow light that was originally entangled and occupied the upper hand. Finally, yellow took the upper hand. Just for a moment, the yellow light shook the white light back. And the white finally retreated a little distance and finally settled down. Muyang's figure appeared in place, but there was a bright red blood stain on the corners of his mouth.

"Bitch, what's wrong with the sound of your piano? Why can it interfere with my mind!" Mu Yang stared at Ye Ziyan coldly and said hatefully. If it hadn't been for her interruption, maybe he had defeated Guo Yunfeng at this moment, instead of the embarrassment of being injured now.