"It seems that you don't want to be a human being anymore."
Duan Lingtian's short words made eleven young men and women, including Hou Jun, change their expressions. They were all angered by Duan Lingtian.
"Go together!"
I don't know who suddenly shouted, and a group of young men and women rushed towards Duan Lingtian in tacit agreement. For a moment, the sound of gas explosions filled the air one after another, continuously.
And above the void, the phantoms of ancient horned dragons all over the sky condensed and took shape, becoming menacing.
Duan Lingtian's eyes were calm. Facing the young men and women coming from all directions, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a faint light flashed in them.
Qianhuan!
In an instant, Duan Lingtian displayed his exclusive soul skill.
A 'phantom space' appeared out of thin air, covering an area of more than ten meters with Duan Lingtian as the center. Although Fengtianwu was also covered, it did not target Fengtianwu.
Therefore, Feng Tianwu was not affected.
Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene occurred.
I saw that the group of young men and women who originally pounced on Duan Lingtian turned around and started fighting together when they were about to touch Duan Lingtian.
"Boy, I want you to die!"
Hou Jun shouted loudly and punched one of his companions with his other good hand, injuring him.
boom!
Immediately afterwards, Hou Jun was also hit.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
…
The melee continued in full swing.
"Tianwu, let's continue."
Duan Lingtian completely ignored the eleven young men and women fighting in the melee, picked up the wine glass and said to Feng Tianwu.
Feng Tianwu had long been frightened by the scene in front of her.
"What exactly did Brother Duan do?"
In her heart, she was puzzled.
The scene in front of her shocked her, and at the same time she felt creepy because it was so weird.
"This situation feels similar to the situation when Brother Duan defeated Bai Hao..."
Feng Tianwu couldn't help but recall the scene she saw at the Han Dynasty's 'Dynasty Martial Arts Competition'.
At that time, when Duan Lingtian defeated Bai Hao, the situation was also strange.
Not only Feng Tianwu, but also a group of middle-aged and elderly drinkers on the ninth floor of Binghuo Building were also stunned.
What are these 'little ancestors' who usually dominate the capital of the Ming Dynasty doing now?
Even the third prince's face was extremely solemn at this moment, and his eyebrows were filled with fear, "Who is he?"
Soon, the third prince left his seat.
He did not leave the ninth floor of the Ice and Fire Building, but walked inside.
On the ninth floor of the Binghuo Building, there is a spacious box, which is usually used by the highest-ranking members of the Zhao family to entertain guests.
"Ouch."
"ah!"
"Wow!!"
…
A series of shrill screams came and went, and before long, only one of the eleven young men and women was left standing, while the others fell to the ground.
Duan Lingtian raised his brows, the dim light in his eyes dimmed, and put away his soul skills.
In an instant, the illusion space was shattered.
"what happened?"
After the illusion space disappeared, a group of young men and women lying on the ground were completely dumbfounded when they saw Duan Lingtian intact.
"Didn't I knock him down?"
"I obviously punched him in the face and turned him into a pig's head? Huang Cui, you...how did you become a pig's head?"
…
A group of young men and women, after looking at each other in confusion, finally realized a problem.
That is, the one who was injured by them just now was not Duan Lingtian, but their own companion.
But why does this happen?
"Dark magic! He knows magic!"
I don't know who shouted.
Suddenly, the expressions of a group of young men and women changed. When they looked at Duan Lingtian again, their eyes were filled with fear.
The unknown is undoubtedly the scariest thing.
Just now, they didn't realize what was going on and fell directly into each other's 'demon magic'.
"You... still want one of my arms and one of my legs?"
Duan Lingtian glanced at the group of people in front of him and asked slowly.
When the latter heard this, they looked at each other and lowered their heads in shame.
There are so many of them, and they can't even deal with a young boy who looks like he's only about twenty-five years old. It's such an embarrassment to grandma's house!
"Is your name Hou Jun?"
Duan Lingtian's eyes fell on the wretched young man who had lost one of his hands.
Seeing Duan Lingtian staring at him, the wretched young man's face changed drastically, and he shrank back in fear, "You...what do you want to do? Tell you, I am the son of the patriarch of the Hou family. If you dare to touch me, my father will not I’ll let you go!”
"Just now, you seemed to be working for that third prince, right?"
Duan Lingtian spoke calmly, then raised his head and glanced not far away, and then said: "However, if something happens to you, he seems to be the fastest one to escape... Is it worth it?"
does it worth?
Duan Lingtian's words made Hou Jun look back in confusion. When he saw the third prince leaving, his expression changed slightly.
"The third prince has gone to the box."
At this time, a middle-aged man at the wine table not far away reminded Hou Jun with Yuan Li's condensed voice.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
When Hou Jun heard this, his expression was startled and he laughed at the same time.
Duan Lingtian frowned, this Hou Jun is not crazy, is he?
"Boy, if you have the guts, don't leave!"
Hou Jun stared at Duan Lingtian with hatred and said bitterly.
This puzzled a group of his companions.
"The third prince has entered the box."
As Hou Jun spoke, he looked at the unique box on the ninth floor of the Binghuo Building, his eyes full of awe, as if there was something terrible inside.
"The third prince entered the box?"
Suddenly, the eyes of the other ten young men and women brightened.
"Boy, if you have the guts, just stay here."
"That's right! If you dare to leave, you are a coward."
"You go away, you are my grandson!"
…
A group of young men and women talked in all directions. They all had a common purpose, which was to use provocation to keep Duan Lingtian here.
"idiot!"
With a faint glance at the group of young men and women, Duan Lingtian ignored them and looked at Feng Tianwu, "Tianwu, let's continue drinking."
Feng Tianwu nodded. Since Duan Lingtian wasn't afraid, then she wouldn't be afraid either.
Just when the lobby on the ninth floor of the Binghuo Building was extremely busy, in the private room inside, the third prince pushed the door open and looked at the young man sitting inside with his eyes closed and concentrating.
"Zhao Weiyi."
The third prince spoke slowly.
The young man was dressed in green. He looked to be in his early thirties and had a handsome appearance. From a distance, he looked like a delicate woman, but the Adam's apple on his throat undoubtedly told his identity as a man.
He is one of the two most outstanding young people in the Ming Dynasty:
Zhao family, Zhao Weiyi!
Everyone in the Ming Dynasty knows that this young man whose name sounds like a woman and looks like a woman, has an extremely terrifying cultivation level and extremely ruthless methods under his weak appearance.
As long as Zhao Weiyi takes action, there will rarely be anyone left alive.
"Ma Yingjie, do you have anything to do with me?"
Finally, Zhao Weiyi slowly opened her eyes, looked at the young man in white with a calm face, and called him by his name, as if she didn't care about him at all.
Ma Yingjie was not surprised by this.
You know, even when Zhao Weiyi faces his eldest brother, the 'His Royal Highness' of the Ming Dynasty royal family, he calls him by his first name, let alone him.
The most important thing is that this Zhao Weiyi is much stronger than him.
"Zhao Weiyi, if you don't go out, our Ming Dynasty will be embarrassed this time!"
Ma Yingjie, the 'third prince' of the Han Dynasty royal family, said slowly.
"Um?"
When Zhao Weiyi heard this, there was a little doubt between his brows.
There was very little sound insulation in the private room, and Zhao Weiyi was practicing just now, so she didn't know what was happening in the lobby outside.
"Today, on the ninth floor of your Zhao family's Ice and Fire Building, a young man and woman came... The man looks about twenty-five years old, and the woman looks like she is in her early twenties."
Ma Yingjie said.
"Then what?"
Zhao Weiyi asked with interest.
"Then, Hou Jun lost one of his hands by that young man. The man was so vicious that even if he had the 'Third Grade Resurrection Pill', it would not be able to save him!"
Ma Yingjie said again.
Hearing this, Zhao Weiyi frowned, "Being able to destroy Hou Jun means that he is at least a warrior above the 'eighth level of the virtual world'... around twenty-five years old, the 'eighth level of the virtual world'?"
Even Zhao Weiyi had to be shocked now.
You know, even he didn't break through to the 'Eighth Level of Entering the Void Realm' until he was thirty years old.
Now, he found it hard to accept that a twenty-five-year-old young man had a cultivation level above the eighth level of the Void Realm.
As a martial arts genius, he has his own pride, and it is unbearable for someone to be so talented than him.
"The eighth level of the virtual realm?"
Hearing Zhao Weiyi's judgment, Ma Yingjie said disdainfully: "He is not just the 'eighth level of the virtual realm'... If I tell you, Hou Jun and the others are eleven, three are at the eighth level of the virtual realm, and five are at the eighth level of the virtual realm." Three people at the seventh level of the virtual realm and three at the sixth level of the virtual realm joined forces to deal with that person, but they all fell down without even touching the corners of his clothes. What do you think?"
call!
As soon as Ma Yingjie finished speaking, Zhao Weiyi sat up in an instant, with a flash in his eyes, "Is there such a thing? If you put it like that, I am a little interested in him. He is probably from another dynasty. We, the Ming Dynasty, are preparing to participate in the 'Ten Dynasties Martial Arts Competition'."
"Let's go! Go out with me and meet him."
Zhao Weiyi walked out.
"etc."
Ma Yingjie stopped Zhao Weiyi.
"Um?"
Zhao Weiyi looked at Ma Yingjie in confusion, not knowing what Ma Yingjie wanted to say.
"Zhao Weiyi, I want to remind you... Hou Jun and other eleven people joined forces to deal with that guy, not only did they not even touch the corner of his clothes."
At this point, Ma Yingjie paused and continued: "From the beginning to the end, the man sat in his original position without moving! He seemed to have used some strange means to make Hou Jun and other eleven people look at each other. Massacre, all injured.”
"What?!"
Ma Yingjie's words made Zhao Weiyi, who had always remained calm, finally couldn't help but feel moved.
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