I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 325: Everyone betrays relatives and leaves, and Prison Feng is doomed.

This group of people may have already made plans in their hearts. They don't want to get involved in the matter between Shenxiang and the Holy Way.

According to the rules, as long as you kill everyone in the opposing camp, you can win this competitive match.

In this competition, there are only two people on the right path, Zuo Xiantong and Gao Emei.

They now concluded that the unlucky guy in Gu'emei was dead, otherwise why was there no trace of him from beginning to end?

Now it is enough to trap and kill Zuo Xiantong, but they are worried that Zuo Xiantong has their own protection, so it is best to trap and kill themselves here as well.

Zhang Jun wanted to understand the joints in an instant. Sure enough, there are only a few people who can get to this point.

"You have to help us weave all these wreaths before tonight. There are thirty wreaths in total. No one is missing."

The old women handed the flower baskets to Zhang Jun and others.

"This is too much!"

Wang Xiansheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he wanted to tear all these old guys into pieces.

"What are you going to say! I'm warning you not to mess around."

Seeing Wang Xiansheng coming forward angrily, several old women's expressions changed and they warned sternly.

"What are you doing?" Wang Xiansheng grabbed the flower basket with red eyes and said, "Just make it up. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

After saying that, I took the flower basket and walked to the corner of the flower building and started knitting it with a grimace.

The old women were stunned for a moment, but soon smiled again and handed the flower baskets in their hands to Zhang Jun.

"You can make up, but you have to get paid, right?" Zhang Jun asked casually as he took the flower basket over.

"Yes, yes. After you make them up, we can give each of you a mask."

"Yes, when the Thousand-Faced God comes tonight, if you put on the mask, you can get the blessing of the Thousand-Faced God."

"But we agreed before to let my friend come out."

"Don't worry, your friend is fine. He will come out in the evening."

Several old ladies were in denial. What could Zhang Jun say? Now is not the time to attack them, at least not until they figure out what kind of trick this place is.

At this point, Zhang Jun and the others can only bite the bullet and do it.

After handing the flower baskets to them, these old women immediately walked into the flower castle. The door was closed with a bang, leaving only Zhang Jun and the five of them, standing there and looking at each other.

As for what will happen tonight, I can only leave it to fate.

"Holy Son, I think there is something wrong with those four guys, Qiu Feng."

After Zhang Jun sat down, Wang Xiansheng came over and whispered.

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes inwardly and thought, "You just realized it now?" But his face showed a look of realization, "Are you talking about Qiu Feng and the others?"

"Yes, it's the four of them, but don't be too happy too early. When they joined the Holy Path, my grandfather felt that these people were full of sinister energy and were not good people, so he deliberately guarded against them."

As he spoke, Wang Xiansheng came close to Zhang Jun's ear and whispered a few words in Zhang Jun's ear.

Soon, a strange look appeared on Zhang Jun's face, and he gave a thumbs up with a half-smile but not a smile: "Sure enough, ginger is still hotter when he is old."

I'm afraid that Qiu Feng and the others will fall into trouble this time.

It turned out that Qiu Feng and the others had been recruited by the Wang family after they became the Holy Path. They thought they could hide it from the old guys of the Wang family, but little did they know that someone had already placed a curse on the four of them.

This curse is very strange. As long as there are no disciples of the Holy Path within thirty meters of them and it lasts for more than an hour, the curse will slowly start to take effect.

This is done to prevent these guys from defecting, because theoretically, as long as they don't leave the holy path, they will never have an attack.

Even if they participate in the battle between the Holy Path and Shenxiang, they will still be able to act together with the disciples of the Holy Path.

As for the effect, Wang Xiansheng did not say, but from his malicious expression, he knew that it would definitely not be comfortable.

"Wait!!"

At this time, a young man who was weaving wreaths nearby suddenly screamed for everyone to stop.

Everyone raised their heads and saw him staring solemnly at the wreath he had made in his hands. He raised his head for a moment and looked at Zhang Jun with a pale face: "I...I've been tricked!

As he spoke, he slowly raised his left hand, and only then did everyone see clearly that he was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This holy disciple was only in his early twenties, but just by talking to everyone, he suddenly aged at least ten years.

Now Wang Xiansheng and the others looked at the wreaths that had not yet been knitted in their hands, and then looked at the brother who was aging rapidly in front of them and threw the wreaths on the ground with a sound of "Ah".

"Damn it, these old guys, the worst I can do is fight with them!"

Wang Xiansheng offered his magic weapon and looked like he was about to rush into the flower house and fight.

Zhang Jun could only drag him back: "Come back, why are you in a hurry!"

"Holy Son, this doesn't give us a way to survive. It's better to fight these bastards."

"Fight? Why fight? Do you believe it or not? Once you go in, you won't be able to come out again?"

Zhang Jun pushed Wang Xiansheng back to the chair: "Zuo Xiantong is halfway into the doorway. He has not moved since he entered. Do you think it is easy to get in?"

After hearing Zhang Jun's words, Wang Xiansheng calmed down.

Trying to ask Zhang Jun: "Then why don't we stop doing this and leave here as soon as possible?"

Zhang Jun shook the silver mark on his hand, and now Wang Xiansheng and others stopped talking.

But Zhang Jun told them not to worry.

"They want a total of twenty-five garlands, which means that each of the five of us needs to make five. In this way, each of you will make three and leave the rest to me."

"Ah, Holy Son, this is not possible. How can you bear so much alone? No, no, this will cost you your life."

Everyone shook their heads repeatedly. One garland would take away almost ten years of their lifespan. Five garlands would have a lifespan of fifty years. They gritted their teeth and gave it to them. Everyone was young anyway.

But if each person gives two to the Holy Son, then the Holy Son needs to weave thirteen garlands alone. According to the ten-year lifespan of a garland, that is one hundred and twenty years. Even if the Holy Son enters Taoism, I'm afraid it's too much.

Zhang Jun signaled everyone to stop talking, and made a decision with a wave of his hand: "Let's decide, after all, I am in the Taoist realm, and I can still support this life span. Since everyone has come with me, I must protect everyone." .”

At this moment, Wang Xiansheng and everyone else's faces flushed, and they looked at the Holy Son with expressions of gratitude and shame.

"Hurry up, time is running out, hurry up."

Zhang Jun sat down with a smile, picked up the flower basket and began to knit.

Looking at the silent Holy Son, Wang Xiansheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped his face with a few loud mouths, and said with red eyes: "Holy Son, don't say anything anymore, the lives of us people will be in danger in the future. It’s yours.”

After saying that, he sat back down, picked up the garland that he had just thrown away, and started to weave it again.

On the other side, Yang Qingshan walked out of a butcher's house with a dark face. When he saw Qiu Feng guarding the door, he frowned: "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, let's play. What else can we do? Once we kill Zuo Xiantong tonight, our mission will be completed."

After Qiu Feng finished speaking, he looked sideways at Yang Qingshan. Seeing the empty sleeve of his left hand, he couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Your left hand is gone?"

"Hmph! Not just the left hand."

As Yang Qingshan spoke, he opened his clothes, revealing a huge hole in his abdomen, and his internal organs had been hollowed out.

This is Yang Qingshan. As the eldest disciple of Wu Mingtong, the elder who taught the martial arts, Yang Qingshan is definitely a genius of the generation. He also practices the martial arts passed down from his direct descendants, the true explanation of lifelessness and the Immortal Scripture of a demonic technique.

Although this technique is far less powerful than the method of disintegrating demons, with this technique, even if Yang Qingshan's internal organs are hollowed out, it will not have any impact on him.

I just need to find a suitable one and change it again when I go back.

"Why bother, work so hard." Qiu Feng looked disgusted at this.

But Yang Qingshan just tied his clothes again and said: "Have you never thought about it, what if we still can't get out after you kill Zuo Xiantong?"

"You mean...Gou'emei is not dead?"

Qiu Feng frowned, but he felt that this possibility was unlikely. That unlucky guy in Gu'emei, how could he be alive in such a weird place.

"What if?" Yang Qingshan pointed out his thoughts, "What if Gemei doesn't die, and you don't kill Zuo Xiantong, and offend the Holy Son by the way, do you think you can survive tonight?"

Yang Qingshan did not agree with Qiu Feng's plan from the beginning because there were too many variables in the plan.

Qiu Feng became impatient after being told that. He waved his hand and said: "How come there are so many unforeseen circumstances? If you are as timid as you, why don't you just play in the mud?"

Seeing that the words were not conducive, Yang Qingshan was too lazy to say any more and turned around to leave.

Qiao Feng looked at this guy's back, curled his lips, and thought to himself, "How can there be so many absolute things in the world? After all, you have lived for too long and have lost the gambling spirit you once had."

Even though he said this, Qiu Feng was actually murmuring in his heart. He glanced sideways at the door of the butcher's house in front of him, touched his storage bag, and sneered with a grin: "Besides, if there is an emergency, Can you still ignore me?"

It gets later and later.

There is no moon in the sky in Shenxiang, but tonight it gives people a visual sense of burning clouds, and the thick haze is illuminated by the bonfires around the village.

Yang Qingshan, Qiu Feng and others also joined Shang Yinling and He Xinhuan.

"How's it going? Have you got the key things?" Shang Yinling shook the mask in his hand. This is a must-have item for attending parties and festivals.

Shangyin Ling paid a heavy price for this.

He Xinhuan took out the mask and put it on his face: "I'm lucky, the price I paid is smaller."

Then the two of them looked at Qiu Feng, and Qiu Feng spread his hands: "Just grab one."

Everyone curled their lips and despised Qiu Feng's behavior.

"By the way, do you feel...something is wrong? I mean physically."

At this time, He Xinhuan suddenly asked.

"physically?"

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

I saw He Xinhuan pulling back his sleeves: "Look, I have some black markings on my body. I checked for a while. It doesn't seem to be a trick, but I can't tell what it feels like?"

"Huh? I have one too?" Yang Qingshan opened his chest in surprise, and saw the same black markings, but in different positions.

"Let me take a look!" Shang Yinling took He Xinhuan's arm and checked it, then checked the markings on Yang Qingshan's body, and then immediately started checking on himself.

When I checked, I found that the same thing happened to me, it was on my thigh.

Seeing that the three of them had them, Qian Feng hurriedly checked himself, then raised his head: "Am I on my butt?"

"what is this?"

The four of them were a little overwhelmed by the blackboard that suddenly appeared on their bodies.

This thing doesn't hurt or itch, but anyone who has this thing on their body would feel panicked.

The four of them studied it carefully for a while, but they had no clue.

"Forget it, don't waste time. It's about to start over there. Let's go and take a look first." Yang Qingshan saw that he couldn't find anything through research, so he simply stopped researching and urged everyone to find the Holy Son and others first.

When the four of them arrived at the square, they saw Wang Xiansheng and others looking tired.

The four people were also shocked when they walked over.

After not seeing each other for a short while, Wang Xiansheng and the others turned from young men in their early twenties to middle-aged men in their fifties.

If they weren't still wearing their original clothes and their looks and expressions still retained the characteristics of their youth, they might have suspected that this group of people had been transferred.

This change is too big, right?

"Where is the Holy Son?"

Yang Qingshan asked them.

"Humph!"

Wang Xiansheng curled his lips, snorted coldly, and ignored the four people's inquiries.

Instead, he stared straight at Qiu Feng.

Qiu Feng frowned, worrying that he had no excuse to snatch the masks from their hands. He immediately said angrily: "What are you looking at? A bunch of losers dare to stare at me like this!"

As he spoke, Qiu Feng stepped in front of Wang Xiansheng, and swatted Wang Xiansheng with the black demon wrapped around his palm.

Wang Xiansheng did not expect that in front of everyone, Qiu Feng would suddenly attack him. When he regained consciousness, he could no longer dodge, so he could only face Qiu Feng's attack head on.

"Bang!" The two palms hit each other, making a loud noise.

Wang Xiansheng felt a powerful force coming from him, and his body flew backwards involuntarily, and did not stop until it hit the wall.

"Ahem..." Wang Xiansheng coughed a few times and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He knew that he had been seriously injured.

Prisoner Feng looked at Wang Xiansheng who was lying on the ground, with a sneer on his lips. He immediately called out his magic weapon and killed Wang Xiansheng without leaving any room for him.

"Uh-huh!!!"

Suddenly, a ray of sword light flashed and went straight towards Qiu Feng.

Qiu Feng felt his eyes blurred as the sword light had already arrived in front of him. He quickly let go of Wang Xiansheng and dodged the sword.

"Who?" Qiu Feng was furious. He looked up and saw a young man standing not far away, pointing his sword directly at Qiu Feng.

After seeing this person, Qiu Feng couldn't help but be shocked: "You...you weren't tricked??"

The person who came was none other than Zhang Jun, the son of the Holy Dao.

But what is surprising is that Zhang Jun has not aged at all.

"Hey, you can only have some treasures to ward off evil spirits, don't I?"

Zhang Jun sneered.

After saying that, Zhang Jun's face turned cold, the Qinghong Sword in his hand burst out with sword light, and a green sword shadow instantly reached the front of Prisoner Feng.

Prisoner Feng quickly used his magic weapon to block.

But at this moment, the sword in Zhang Jun's hand was ethereal. It just flickered and disappeared in front of Qiu Feng. The next second, the sword suddenly turned and struck Qiu Feng's chest hard.

Qiu Feng only felt a sharp pain, and his body flew out involuntarily, falling heavily to the ground, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

The pupils of Yang Qingshan and the three people on the side tightened, and they could clearly see the scene just now.

This is no longer simply crushing them based on their cultivation, but also crushing them in all aspects of their swordsmanship.

Zhang Jun looked at Qiu Feng who was lying on the ground, a coldness flashed in his eyes. Just when he was about to kill this guy with a sword, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Stop!" Yang Qingshan stood in front of him, looked at Zhang Jun coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Holy Son, we are all in the same boat. Since the Holy Son has already punished him, there is no need to kill him again."

"What if I have to kill him?"

Zhang Jun raised his Qinghong Sword.

This guy has made himself suffer a big loss. If he hadn't taken action in time to help him absorb all the strange energy from his body and transfer it to the lotus in Jianyi Mountain, I am afraid that he would be like Wang Xiansheng and the others now. Total aging.

I would kill him regardless of emotion or reason.

Upon seeing this, He Xinhuan and Shang Yinling immediately walked to Qiu Feng and offered their magic weapons one after another.

Yang Qingshan snorted coldly, and the aura on his body suddenly began to increase sharply.

He can be directly promoted to the Dao realm at any time.

It is not even necessary to complete the Tribulation.

Others were afraid of the Holy Son, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he stepped forward and put his chest in front of Zhang Jun's sword: "If the Holy Son takes action, none of them will survive!"

After hearing this, Zhang Jun put away the sword in his hand, walked sideways to Yang Qingshan, and whispered a few words in his ear.

At first, Shang Yinling and the others thought that the Holy Son was going to make a deal.

But when he turned his head to look, he found that Yang Qingshan's face was getting weirder and weirder. For a moment, his eyes were like bells, staring at the Holy Son with an incredible expression.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. Otherwise, do you think he would tell me these words?"

"Brother Yang, what did he say?" Shang Yinling saw that something was wrong and quickly sent a message to ask.

But Yang Qingshan just shook his head and immediately turned back to look at Qiu Feng: "I don't care about this matter. Your matter has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, Yang Qingshan ignored the shocked looks of the three people and turned around to stand aside.

"Brother Yang, you..."

Qiu Feng was dumbfounded now and pointed at Yang Qingshan: "We are in the same group."

As a result, Yang Qingshan glanced at his brows and said disdainfully, "Who the fuck is in the same group as you, and you deserve it?"

These words made Qiao Feng's face turn blue and white.

But if you think about it carefully, he is already a Taoist master, but he deliberately lowered his cultivation level to protect Zhang Juncai.

Qiu Feng really didn't deserve to be compared with him.

But he didn't understand why Yang Qingshan suddenly turned against the Holy Son.

"Do you two also want to be my enemy?"

Zhang Jun glanced sideways at Shang Yinling and He Xinhuan. The two looked at each other and silently stepped aside.

After all, without Yang Qingshan's support, they were indeed unworthy of being enemies of the Holy Son.

Now only Qiu Feng was left, staring blankly at the two people walking away, his face turning pale...

(End of this chapter)