Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

Seeing the victory in sight, they were slapped in the face. Everyone was disappointed, and there was a lot of discussion and a lot of noise. Murong Ling ignored the rioting crowd behind her, but frowned at the sudden appearance of more than a dozen people.

These people are monks.

"These are just the friars of four or five levels of Yuan cultivation. They can only use some small magic at most, and the master after tomorrow can also compete." Murong Ling saw through their cultivation, immediately relieved, and Murong Ben said, "you take people to hold them, I'll break the battle."

Murong Ben had long wanted to fight with the monks and find out their skills. When he got the chance, he would not refuse. He and Yang lie led the way, and the remaining 28 fire handles, that is, the leaders of various sects, surrounded more than a dozen monks.

If it is true, as Murong Ling said, although these monks have the power of five elements, they are not powerful. Although Yuan Li is more pure and powerful than internal force, the wood thorns, earth mounds, water dragons, open fire or sharp blades they cast can completely resist with their own internal force and martial arts moves.

Most importantly, they also found that these friars were weak in strength.

Although the internal power doesn't need to be Yuanli, all of them are experts who have been practicing martial arts for decades. The abundance of their internal power is beyond the reach of the monks who have practiced Qi for four or five levels. Therefore, it's only half an hour's effort. The dozen monks have been forced to retreat and are in a mess.

Murong Ling, who was burning in the forest, took time to take a look. She was relieved to see that these friars would not assassinate her and Li cangmin that day. It's estimated that the sword array is very demanding, and ye Zhentian has trained so many, but Li cangmin has finished it in one pot.

These ten monks are tired of parrying under the attack of the acquired warrior, and it is difficult to give full play to their advantages as monks. No wonder it is said that only the monk Zhuyuan has really stepped on the fairway. The monk Lianyuan is just a little better than ordinary people.

Zhou Mingshan has a deep understanding of this.

Murong Ling used the border to block their attack in the teahouse that day. At that time, he thought that the innate martial arts released vigorous Qi. Now when he saw it in these monks again, he knew that the border was not vigorous Qi at all, but the border supported by their strength.

However, this once unbreakable barrier, under the joint attack of all the people, soon opened a breakthrough. Those monks with poor yuan power could not cast their magic, and their strength was inferior to that of ordinary people. Zhou Mingshan even killed a monk himself!

However, when he was overjoyed, a friar next to him tore up a piece of Rune paper, and suddenly a huge fire dragon burst out, exploded on him and burned him into a burning man.

Originally, some elated people were shocked. They didn't expect that the friars who only released a few little fire dragons had such a powerful move.

Zhou Mingshan is still rolling on the ground, and the call is gradually weak. At this time, the sky is raining, and the rain is dripping on him, and the burning flame is gradually extinguished. Zhou Mingshan has become a black man, and his body is covered with blisters and burns. Even if the fire is extinguished, I'm afraid there will be little time left.

The disciples of Fengxia sect were in mourning and rushed forward one after another. When they heard a sharp rebuke, they left in a daze. It was only then that they found that Murong Ling, who set fire, had come back. The dew from heaven just now was also her spell.

As if they had seen the Savior, they repeatedly asked Murong Ling to save people. Murong Ling told them to shut up. Then they stood in front of Zhou Mingshan and pinched a magic formula. A magical green light covered the people on the ground. Then they saw that the blisters and scars on his skin had faded and his breathing was stable.

It's a miracle.

The disciples of Fengxia sect fell on their knees and Murong Ling told them to get up. "Take your leader down and give him a pill for internal injury."

"Thank you for your help."

The disciples of Fengxia sect quickly moved Zhou Mingshan down. Murong Ling then looked at Murong Ben and others, who had been stunned, and explained the power of talismans. "Although the low-level monks are not powerful, they have many strange means. They can understand the power of heaven and earth, make talismans and draw arrays, and use the power of heaven and earth to fight with you."

Today's monks are of average quality and skills, and they don't use very powerful moves. For a while, Murong Ling belittled the enemy, but she didn't expect that there were masters of making runes.

The monk who had just torn the talisman was hiding behind him. Noticing Murong Ling's eyes, he suddenly shrunk, took out a piece of talisman paper from the palm of his hand and tore it open again. Purple thunder suddenly appeared in the sky. Murong Ling's eyes were quick and quickly drank, "Tu dun."

A yellow earth wall appeared in the air. Although she had no earthling roots, Yuan Li was abundant. The earth wall she pinched out easily blocked the thunder light. When the thunder light dissipated, she took away Tu Dun and captured the man with a roll of vines. "Where is ye Zhentian?"The monk was stabbed by the ghost thorn vine, his body gradually paralyzed, and his heart was terrified. "If you go back to the elder, the alliance leader is still closed."

No wonder they all hit the door, ye Zhentian still can sit, want to come to the palace that day of war injury is not light.

Murong Ling took a look at the other monks who had been surrounded, and asked him, "how many monks are there in the immortal League, and what are their accomplishments?" Seeing that he hesitated, he sneered and tightened the rattan, "if you don't say it, I will kill you now."

"I said, I said." Finally, the friar was scared out of his courage and nodded quickly, "there are not many friars in the league, and they have only been more than 30 in the past 20 years. Ten elder martial brothers fell down before, leaving us and the five disciples of the alliance leader. Now they are stationed in the closed area of the alliance leader, and we, a dozen monks, are appointed to retreat from the enemy. As a result... "

All of them got caught.

The ten monks were extremely humiliated and indignant. Because of their status, they enjoyed a very high position in the league. They did not pay attention to the ordinary martial arts. They boasted that they were invincible, but they did not expect that they would be subdued by the martial arts they always looked down upon. How could they be reconciled.

Murong Ling saw their expressions and knew that they were not satisfied. She worried that they would use any more moths. So she asked Bai Mu to search his body with the disciples of the flower burial palace, and found a flame bomb and a popping symbol.

If they take the opportunity to throw it out, even she can't bear the power. Suddenly in the heart a fury, uses the ghost thorn vine to tie them into a string of gourds.

Murong Ben was not easy to be afraid of their means, and no longer had the previous slight enemy. Seeing this, he said to Murong Ling, "ling'er, why don't you kill them?"

More than a dozen friars trembled with fright, and Murong Ling's eyebrows were raised. "No, they are of other use."

Murong Ben frowned, but did not retort. He stared at the burning peach blossom forest with her, and did not know what he was thinking.