The two princes introduced each other respectively, and found out that the old man was named Lingquan Taoist, and the other two were named Lei Xuzhong and Wu Danxin respectively.

Seeing that Jin Ziming and the others were silent, the old Taoist snorted coldly:

"Shuiyang Pavilion is a second-level sect after all. Although it's only at the bottom, it's not like we can't even send Master Yuanying out. Is it because we want you three Jindan juniors to die?"

When King Yu heard this, his face turned earth-colored, and he could not believe that his reinforcements were so ineffective.

Then in the future, wouldn't he have no choice but to flee inland and live in Shuiyang Pavilion for the rest of his life?

Prince Ning smiled confidently and did not say anything sarcastic.

The surrounding ministers began to whisper, some were glad that they had made the right bet, and some secretly regretted it.

Jin Ziming saw this and pretended to be frivolous with a smile:

"Don't look down upon Master Lingquan. I can rise above the ranks within the sect and challenge you."

"You are challenging a weakling, right? Do you know my martial uncle's cultivation? I will scare you to death if I tell you." Lei Xuzhong sneered.

"How high your cultivation level is will only be known after you fight it." Jin Ziming sneered in response.

"Junior, there is no need to say more. You are seeking death. I will help you. Let's start quickly. I am still in a hurry to get back.

According to the old rules, each side sends one person to the field, regardless of death or injury.

The winner can continue to challenge, and after all three are defeated, the other party wins."

Taoist Lingquan said impatiently.

"Okay." Jin Ziming agreed readily.

Lingquan threw a formation disk casually, activated it, and said:

"Don't worry, when dealing with you three juniors, you don't have to be a villain to deal with it. This formation is very clean."

Jin Ziming's spiritual consciousness scanned it and found that it was indeed the case, so he remained silent.

In the first scene, Wu Danxin appeared in Fantasy Hall.

Now that we are here, give everyone a fighting chance. Jin Ziming looked at Geng Bangxiong and asked:

"How about it? I'm a little higher than you. Do you dare to go up and give it a try?"

As a casual cultivator, Geng Bangxiong had often done things like licking blood from the edge of a knife. He immediately nodded in agreement and jumped onto the stage.

Ayiguli warned:

"Junior Brother Geng, don't be brave. If you can't do it, just admit defeat. Living is the most important thing."

Geng Bangxiong responded and summoned a black-gold thunder and fire stick, about four feet long, with thunder and fire runes engraved on it.

In Wu Danxin's hand, there was only a silk handkerchief, and there was still a delicate fragrance on it.

Geng Bangxiong didn't show mercy and pounced on him fiercely.

Wu Danxin chuckled, his handkerchief flashed, and countless red ribbons floated in the air, surrounding his opponent.

Light smoke lingered, and a meandering sound sounded, instantly bringing the opponent into the illusion formation.

Geng Bangxiong was stunned for a moment and then lost his mind.

He felt sore all over, and the air and music around him made him relaxed and happy. He just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.

Fortunately, he has gone through the test of killing and still retains his consciousness. At the moment of crisis, a thin thread in his brain pierces the depths of his soul.

In an instant, he woke up in pain and immediately activated his stick, letting the fire surround his body and burn the ribbons in the illusion array cleanly.

Wu Danxin saw that the situation was wrong and hurriedly recited the magic formula silently to recover the damaged formation.

Waving the silk handkerchief in his hand, a new formation was born.
Chapter completed!