Chapter 257 Why add a "and"?
"Uncle Shang, I need to use the Gathering Immortals Banner..."

He placed the Gathering Immortals Banner on Daoxuan's back, made a hand gesture, and instantly began to draw the evil energy into Daoxuan's meridians.

Based on the severity of the evil spirit, Murong Ji was able to infer the sword techniques Daoxuan used when he launched the sword formation. Although it might not be accurate, it was almost correct.

Write it down and say no more.

The rising evil spirit was transformed into gray mist and dissipated in the air. Half an hour later, light blue true energy dissipated from Daoxuan's body, and the evil spirit stopped.

Tian Buyi stepped forward, fed Daoxuan a rhubarb pill, helped him lie down on the bed, and then stopped.

Murong Ji looked at the Gathering Immortals Banner and frowned slightly. A spirit creature? He really had never seen one before. [If that's the case, then I'll take him as my apprentice and teach him well.]

Not long after, Daoxuan woke up.

As soon as he woke up, several chief monks surrounded him and called out, "Senior Brother Daoxuan!"

"Ahem, I can still hold on, nothing's wrong." Daoxuan glanced around, "How is my Qingyun Sect now? How many casualties have been suffered?"

"Brother Daoxuan, Junior Brother Xiao hasn't come yet. I think he's counting. Senior Brother, please take a rest for a while..."

"Let's go to the front hall!"

Following the others to the front hall, Xiao Yicai and Qi Hao were preparing their disciples and rescuing the wounded.

Murong Ji said something to Tian Buyi, and then joined the crowd and began to rescue the wounded. He had good medical skills, and with the experience from his previous life and his true energy, he had made great progress in the field of medicine.

Murong Ji helped a fellow disciple who had a broken arm to stop the bleeding, "Go find his arm! Quickly!"

He then went to rescue the fellow disciple who was seriously injured behind him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him were shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

Immediately reacting, his fellow disciples quickly began searching among the corpses.

"it's here!"

Murong Ji looked up and realized that he was too busy to handle it all by himself.

The Qingyun disciples around him helped him clear out a clean place to place his seriously injured brothers, and some thoughtful women came to help him.

For a moment, Murong Ji was so busy that he was dizzy.

It was not until an arm was stuffed in front of Murong Ji that he remembered the fellow disciple with a broken arm.

Reconnecting the broken arm was not difficult for him, but it was a bit troublesome.

After coming to his senses and realizing that there were no more seriously injured people around him, he sat down on the ground dejectedly. The art of medicine was truly exhausting and a feeling of fatigue came over him that was truly difficult to resist.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate hands holding a white handkerchief wiped his face.

The cool water brushed across his face, and Murong Ji became much more sober. He looked up and saw Lu Xueqi, with blood on her face, standing beside him expressionlessly, washing her handkerchief.

Murong Ji opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and then kept silent. He wiped his face with the wet handkerchief again, looked up, and met Lu Xueqi's watery eyes.

The eyes are moving, but full of tenderness and affection.

Murong Ji smiled and turned his head to glance at this corner of the square. Four or five hundred people were lying neatly on the ground.

[I saved four to five hundred of my fellow disciples...]

Suddenly, a sense of accomplishment emerged in his heart. He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and walked towards the Yuqing Palace above. He needed medicine. Qingyun Mountain covers a very large area and is itself a natural medicine field.

Walking up the steps and looking up, I saw a young girl in a green dress rushing into the Yuqing Palace.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat.

He took a few quick steps and flew to the entrance of Yuqing Palace. Before he could stop, he heard a voice coming from inside the palace, "Xiao Fan, tell me, these beastly guys are trying to harm you."

Murong Ji's face changed, he took a step forward, and appeared ten meters away, standing behind Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan.

"It's you!" Bi Yao let out a clear cry, and then threw the sad flower in her hand.

Murong Ji clenched his palms and used the Dragon Capture Technique! After pinching the Sad Flower, he used the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand to capture the two people.

Glancing at the people around him, Murong Ji suddenly asked, "Xiao Fan, I gave you two choices at the beginning. Now I'm giving you another chance to choose. Do you want to go with her?"

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were red as he stared at Murong Ji, "Seventh Senior Brother~" Unconsciously, tears flowed down his face, "I'm sorry, I... I..."

Murong Ji sighed and let go of his hand. "Let's go." He pushed the two of them to the door, turned his back and didn't look at him.

"Brother Murong! Why did you let them go?"

Murong Ji turned his head and saw that it was a monk from Tianyin Temple. Before Murong Ji could say anything, another loud roar came from outside the door.

"Who dares to harm my daughter?"

Murong Ji turned around suddenly and looked towards the entrance of Yuqing Palace. Three figures appeared: Qinglong, Youji, and Wanrenwang!

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, the battle started again, the Shangqing masters from Qingyun were almost overwhelming the people from the Ghost King Sect.

Murong Ji stood behind the crowd, looking at the tens of thousands of people in the crowd. Even at this critical moment, he still looked at everyone calmly.

Going to that station seemed to calm people's hearts and prevent their subordinates from making mistakes. [This person's personality charm is indeed extraordinary! ]

Suddenly, Wanrenwang laughed loudly and said, "Old senior is willing to risk everything for our Holy Church and take risks to launch a surprise attack. One day, his name will be passed down through the ages and admired by the younger generations of our Holy Church!"

The Poison God cursed fiercely, "Bullshit!"

The members of the Demon Cult came back and the battle situation reversed, but the situation became more and more critical, and they were caught off guard both times.

The four leaders of the Demon Cult, however, did not come out to fight. They argued with each other, but their eyes were fixed on Daoxuan.

Daoxuan took the Zhuxian Sword, a white light flashed, and the next moment, the four leaders of the Demon Cult pounced over.

Daoxuan held the sword horizontally, not afraid of a one-on-four situation, he stepped forward, and the next moment, endless sword beams flashed and attacked.

The sword moves look extremely strange, yet simple and unpretentious!
[How could there be such contradictory sword moves?!] Murong Ji looked over with eyes wide open, and before he could think too much, he saw Daoxuan breaking through the defenses of the four people with one sword, forcing them to retreat.

Madam Sanmiao retreated a little too late, and was cut in the abdomen by Daoxuan's sword, almost cutting her in half.

Murong Ji's eyes lit up again and again, and he had some guesses in his mind. This is the Seven Star Sword Technique! [Its power is definitely not small! ]

It's simply a magical skill of one person beating up another.

With this opportunity, Daoxuan soared into the sky and left the Yuqing Palace.

Murong Ji looked towards the gap in the roof of Yuqing Palace, and the huge head of Lingzun flashed by.

"retreat!"

The Ghost King let out a long roar, and all the people from the Demon Cult retreated like a tide in an instant. This time they did not flee in panic, but retreated in a very orderly manner.

Murong Ji followed the crowd and hurried out of Yuqing Palace. He staggered and felt a little exhausted. It was really tiring to save those people.

Suddenly, a hand supported him. When he turned around, he was surprised to find that the person was Shi Yanai, whom he had met once.

Looking at the expression between his eyebrows which was extremely similar to his mother's, Murong Ji frowned slightly.

The girl has matured a lot and already has some murderous aura, which, combined with her pretty face, is very captivating.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

After greeting each other, they walked outside. As soon as he stood on the high steps of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji looked around.

Monk Fashang looked at Zhang Xiaofan earnestly, hoping that he would change his mind.

There were many people stopping Zhang Xiaofan. Apart from Xiao Yicai and Qi Hao, who were directing the battle, almost all the young disciples who were familiar with them were there.

"Zhang Xiaofan! No matter how your senior brother treats you, do you plan to just walk away like that?!" Lu Xueqi's Tianya Sword became more and more powerful, and she did not give in at all.

The Tianya Sword itself is a powerful weapon for restraining evil spirits, and the many functions of the Soul-Devouring Stick are greatly reduced in effect in front of it.

Zhang Xiaofan remained silent, just controlling the Soul-Devouring Stick to fight the enemy. After a long time of unsuccessful attack, Bi Yao became a little anxious, so she pulled Zhang Xiaofan and the two of them changed opponents.

The Sad Flower flew straight forward and hit the Tianya Sword hard. Lu Xueqi turned the sword and directly removed the force. With a flash of sword light, it hit Biyao.

Bi Yao clapped the bell on her waist, and the Hehuan Bell was summoned, with the sound echoing all around.

In an instant, a feeling and thought of comfort that made people sink emerged in her heart. It was precisely because of this distraction that Bi Yao's sadness came back again.

Lu Xueqi subconsciously raised her sword to block, and the huge force instantly knocked Lu Xueqi back several meters.

At this moment, Bi Yao's strength was revealed. It was much higher than Lu Xueqi's, the ninth level of Jade Purity!
Then he pulled Zhang Xiaofan's wrist and quickly rushed out of the crowd.

Lu Xueqi stared at Bi Yao's back in a daze, frowning slightly, "I lost again."

“Why add another one?”

Murong Ji's voice suddenly appeared beside her, scaring Lu Xueqi. She turned around and saw Murong Ji frowning and looking at the receding backs of Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan.

"I'm sorry, I didn't stop him." Lu Xueqi asked again as soon as she finished speaking: "Do you care about that Junior Brother Zhang?"

Murong Ji reached out and held her hand. "I really care about him. After all, he was taught by me. I wanted to make his life easier. Unfortunately..."

After saying that, Murong Ji looked at Lu Xueqi with a smile. Who could have thought that Lu Xueqi's desire to win was so strong? Suddenly, he understood many things.

This is her personality. She wants to be competitive in everything, even in relationships. [So can I change my strategy? ]

Pointing at Biyao's back, he beckoned, "Do you want to defeat her? Do you want to be invincible among your peers? Believe me, I can help you realize your dream!!"

Lu Xueqi narrowed her eyes slightly and ignored him. She knew in her heart that Murong Ji was setting a trap for her and wanted her to fall into it willingly.

Suddenly, Murong Ji's heart tightened and his scalp went numb. He turned around and saw the huge colorful sword blade suddenly chopping down.

"Ah!" Tian Ling'er screamed and fainted instantly.

Murong Ji's face turned pale, even though he couldn't hit them from this position.

(End of this chapter)