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Not long after the Black Wind Ridge battle ended, the cultivators of the An Tian Sect had only recovered most of their strength. The Qin cultivators had already arrived, and this could only mean that the Qin Clan had been monitoring the situation of the battle.2

Chen Qing stood at the gate of the village on the mountainside, looking down at the gathering of the Qin cultivators on the mountainside.

There were no less than three hundred people, and other than a few who were guarding the camp, the rest had also arrived.

"Qin cultivators, what are they here for?" Yang Ruoxi spoke up from beside Cheng Qing. She had been in the martial arts world and had a deep understanding of battles, so her face was full of caution.

Cheng Qing chuckled, "Of course, I'm not here to help."

Li Muhao said solemnly, "If they were here to help, they would have arrived when we were fighting the wolfwalker."

Cheng Qing teased him, "If they appeared during the battle, it might be to help. Now that they have appeared after the battle, there is only one possibility."

Li Muzhao said coldly, "Fight over the fruits of victory!"

Cheng Qing smiled playfully, "The Black Wind Ridge is a very important place, and it was guarded by the Yale family. The contributions from attacking the Black Wind Ridge are great."

Yang Ruoxi angrily punched the stone wall: "Damn! The great war of the Fang Jing is about time for us to get tired and weak.

With that, she took out her gigantic Mountain Splitting Ax and slammed it down on the female wall. She could not help but curse, "Give me a team, I'll go chop them all up!"

Cheng Qing glanced at Yang Ruoxi meaningfully, "Shopkeeper Yang doesn't seem tired and weak at all."

Yang Ruoxi threw a strand of hair in front of her forehead, and arrogantly said, "With the pills you gave me, my vitality has already recovered. I'm still weak. Right now, I have enough strength to go teach these criminals a lesson!"

After saying that, Yang Ruoxi suddenly realized something, and her eyes immediately lit up, "That's right, why are we so weak? With the pills you gave us, we have almost recovered our combat strength. It's basically the same as before the war. Previously, we were able to beat up Yeluo Mingguang's team, but now, are you afraid of a puny Qin family? "

Yang Ruoxi's words were right. Aside from the few wounded cultivators of the An Tian Sect who were currently at the Black Wind Ridge, most of them had recovered their Essence and could enter a new battle.

Cheng Qing declined to comment. "Haven't the Qin cultivators made their move yet? "As the saying goes, friends come from afar …"

Yang Ruoxi blurted out, "Although distant, you will still be killed?"

Cheng Qing was startled, he almost bit his tongue as he turned his head to look at Yang Ruoxi strangely.

Yang Ruoxi smiled in embarrassment.

Cheng Qing waved his hand, "Come with me to meet the cultivators of the Qin Clan."

The cultivators of the An Tian Sect at the entrance of the stronghold all replied loudly. These people were all gnashing their teeth and their eyes were bloodshot. They looked like they wanted to eat up all the bones of these villains.

Qin Wuya calmly stood in front of the line of Qin cultivators and sized up Black Wind Ridge with a smile.

He was so happy, and it was as if he was looking at a mountain of gold and silver, a proud life after seeing himself attain the prison boundary.

Behind Qin Wuya, the cultivators of the Qin Clan all had arrogant expressions. As cultivators of the Spirit Martial County's large families, it seemed that they were born with the right to look down on the cultivators of Glazed City.

Then, they saw a group of people walking down.

Everyone was slightly startled.

They couldn't help but be startled, because when the other party rushed down, he was too aggressive.

Each of these cultivators had a gloomy face and a pair of scarlet eyes. They tightly gripped their glowing swords and sabers, as if they were evil ghosts that had crawled out from hell. Their vicious auras overflowed into the heavens.

They walked in the wind, fresh blood still on their robes. It was like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. A pack of wolves attacked, baring their fangs. They were just waiting to tear the opponent into pieces so that they could eat their flesh and blood.

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