But the sound effect of Qincheng's amplified note burst out within a range, just like a monk who did not want to reveal his identity and deliberately sent a voice with spiritual energy.

Moreover, after the amplification note was cast, Qin Cheng directly burst out the dead energy injected into it, and the spiritual energy dissipated, leaving no trace.

The monks here quickly gave up an area, but they glanced at each other and could not find the initiator.

"Hmph, the rats who hide their heads and tails dare to mock me, but they dare not appear?"

Wang Duan glanced sharply, and everyone bowed their heads and did not dare to look at him.

Even though he knew that the speaker was in this area, Wang Duan could not find it, so he could only let out a muffled groan.

He was about to speak again and end today's battle.

But another sound sounded in another area.

"My fellow Taoist is right. I have long been disgusted with this person. Isn't it just because of his father's position as the leader of the sect to achieve today's results? And what's even more ridiculous is that I made a promise of three moves and won five moves, which is simply a joke."

And this time, not only did the position change, but the voice also became the voice of a middle-aged female cultivator.

"Who is it? Stand up for me!"

Wang Duan was furious and his eyes turned to the source of the sound like lightning.

But at the same time, everyone looked different and retreated one after another, but no one stood up to admit it.

He was secretly ridiculed by others for two consecutive times. Now, Wang Duan's chest was so angry that he was so angry that he wanted to say some arrogant words to the hundreds of monks below, but now he is completely in a state of disgrace.

Wang Duan took a deep breath and glanced around for a long time, wanting to see if anyone else spoke again.

Time seems to have stopped.

Many elders and deacons around him complained secretly.

The battle ended, and they originally planned to leave, but once this sound incident appeared, who would leave now, wouldn’t it seem guilty?

So everyone was still there, staring at each other.

The atmosphere was extremely silent and no one spoke.

Qin Cheng was also happy, huddled in the crowd, controlling the spiritual snake exploring the formation in the distance, constantly breaking the formation patterns, and continuing to go out of the formation.

After waiting for a long time, Wang Duan could not wait for any more voices to speak.

Seeing that no one was talking, he planned to say a few words and then left.

But at this time, under Qin Cheng's control, the sound rang again.

"Hmph, when Huo Rong was there, Wang Duan didn't even dare to let go of a fart in the sect, and he scared him away and hid outside. As a result, Huo Rong is dead now, running back in shame and pretending to be in front of us."

"That's right, I heard that this person went to the Supreme Sect, but the rumor is that we outside monks are not treated as humans by the Supreme Sect. We must be slaves first when we go in. It is better to be a pig or a dog. This Wang Duan is inside and is willing to be a dog for people, and when he comes back, he is embarrassed to shout and shout."

This time, two sounds sounded directly from different directions.

"You think I've really learned no secret technique in the ancient sect."

Just when Qincheng planned to keep the last rune and wait for the last moment to use it.

Wang Duan's face turned cold and he reached out and grabbed it.

Suddenly, two dark eyes appeared above the place where the sounds of these two runes burst.

There were no whites in these eyes, they were completely covered with black fog.

Just after the eyes appeared, the breath that had exploded before turned into two fogs and headed towards the area where the third rune was located.

Qin Cheng also raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that Wang Duan had such a secret technique.

"It's indeed a rune."

The two smoke stopped flowing, and wherever they were entrenched, a deep hidden amplification note was immediately caught by Wang Duan.

"The next step is to capture the talisman-making person."

Wang Duan smiled grimly, and the two fogs surged again under the eyes.

Like two spiritual snakes, the smoke crossed the heads of monks and came to the sky above the heads of the crowd where Qincheng was located.

But he circled around and went around to another position.

Finally, two fogs of smoke surrounded the entire area and disappeared without a trace.

"No culprit was found? Someone can actually escape my ancient secret technique."

Wang Duan's expression suddenly darkened. Although he had caught the last talisman, the talisman maker was not found.

Next to the ring, Wang Shichong, Yu Zhe and others who were sitting cross-legged and recuperating from the wounded were finally unable to help but laugh.

They were not happy with Wang Duan, and their voices were very sarcastic and mean, and they said directly what they dare not say.

"Wang Duan, it seems that you have not learned any powerful means in the supreme sect? You can't even find someone who mocks you in front of you."

"It's really ridiculous. This fellow Taoist is also talented, I admire it."

"Yu Zhe, Wang Shichong, to be honest, did you make this sound?" Wang Duan shouted with a cold face.

"Wang Duan, what kind of nerve do you have? We don't have time to heal our wounds and will do such things. Besides, our location is a distance from the crowd." Wang Shichong snorted coldly.


Chapter completed!