In front of Wentian Sect, all the disciples gathered and saw Ye Ling, who had been forced to leave the sect in the past, clashing with Chihuofeng again.
Wang Hangui, a disciple of the fifteenth generation, stood in the void, looking down at Ye Ling. He is already at the middle stage of Lingxu Realm, and his Dao bones have evolved by less than half, so he has nothing to fear.
Outside the mountain gate, Ye Ling stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at Wang Hangui calmly, his expression unperturbed.
He was surrounded by disciples of the sixteenth generation of Wentian Sect who had not yet set foot in Lingxu Realm. Therefore, knowing Wang Hangui's strength, they all waited to see Ye Ling be suppressed.
Unexpectedly, Wang Hangui saw Tao power surging all over his body, and his fist of fire was gathering, preparing to attack Ye Ling.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling's figure suddenly disappeared from the place like a ghost, and then a series of sharp edges appeared in the void, extinguishing all Wang Hangui's fire. Ye Ling also came to Wang Hangui.
"you……"
Before the words were spoken, Ye Ling swung out a punch and hit Wang Hangui firmly in the face. This punch, relying solely on the strength of his Taoist body, actually broke Wang Hangui's protective aura and knocked him to the ground. He picked him up. Rolling dust.
When Ye Ling landed again, the disciples had not yet reacted, and were immersed in the surprise brought by this scene:
"This... how is this possible! Wang Hangui is at the Lingxu realm. I heard that he has developed half of his bones. How could he be knocked down by Ye Ling with just one punch?"
"Is it possible that Wang Hangui was careless and underestimated the enemy, and Ye Ling took advantage of him?"
"I think it was because of his weird movement that Wang Hangui didn't react."
No matter what, Wang Hangui was slapped in the face by Ye Ling in front of everyone, and the anger could not be eliminated.
I saw a pillar of fire rising into the sky from where it landed. Immediately afterwards, Wang Hangui stepped into the void, and an iron rod, a Taoist weapon with fire energy, appeared in his hand.
The iron rod was pointed directly at Ye Ling, and Wang Hangui shouted: "You are such a reckless person. I underestimated you, but you have to pay for all this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hangui waved his iron rod, and raging fire transformed the void. Under the avenue of fire, everything was burned, and even time and space were not immune.
But when he shouted softly, the iron rod turned into a fire dragon and roared, attacking Ye Ling.
Ye Ling saw it, his expression was normal, he stretched his hand toward the void in front of him, and then countless swordsmanship burst out, surrounding and strangling the fire dragon in the void.
The fire dragon kept wailing under the sword's edge, and its momentum became weaker and weaker.
Wang Hangui looked shocked, but before he could make a move, Ye Ling's figure came to him unprepared again, swung his fist again, and knocked him away, hitting him between the rocks.
The difference from last time was that this time Ye Ling changed the side of his face.
Under the incredulous expressions of everyone watching, Ye Lingzhong fell back to where he was. Wang Hangui's Taoist iron rod no longer had any power and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Now, all the disciples understand Ye Ling's strength. Wang Hangui is no match at all. This is a crushing battle.
Some people gloated: "You earn face by rushing forward, but you also throw it away by rushing in. How will Wang Hangui have the face to hang around in the sect from now on?"
Someone looked at Qin Yuanlang, who was defeated by Ye Ling before. But I saw that his complexion improved a lot. After all, even a master of the Lingxu realm like Wang Hangui was defeated so cleanly, so losing three times was not too unfair.
Between the rocks, Wang Hangui had a swollen face, his Taoist robe was in tatters, and his eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to cut Ye Ling into pieces with a thousand knives: "Ye Ling! I will fight you to the death today!"
Ye Ling still had a calm face, looked at Wang Hangui, and said slowly: "I just want to see if my two junior brothers have returned to Taixu Peak today. I don't want to have a grudge with you. There is no need to fight for life or death."
Ye Ling has never been a killer. He decisively killed those Scarlet Fire Peak disciples because they wanted to kill him. Otherwise, he still doesn't want to kill anyone.
"There is no value in this world more than human life, no worries in grudges," Ye Ling shook his head and said, "As long as I find out the whereabouts of the two junior brothers, I will leave immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, another person came from the sect. He was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, and his Taoist charm was as rich as the mountains.
One of the disciples recognized him and blurted out: "The person coming is none other than Zhao Hun, the fifteenth generation disciple of Split Earth Peak. It is said that his cultivation level is even higher than that of Wang Hangui."
While he was talking, Zhao Hun had already come closer and said to Ye Ling: "No one has returned from Taixu Peak. Your two junior brothers are not in the sect."
"Thanks for letting me know!"
Ye Ling had already made some calculations in his mind. Although he was a little disappointed, at least one possibility was ruled out.
But just when he turned to leave, Zhao Hun suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute! Now that you have understood the matter, it's time to settle the account with Wentian Sect and hurt me Wentian Sect disciples! "
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ye Ling. Ye Ling calmly turned around again and looked at Zhao Hun: "If you want to fight, let's do it. There is no need to make so many excuses."
Zhao Hun couldn't help but smile after hearing this: "It's really rampant, just like the rumors."
As he spoke, Zhao Hun reached out and made a move, and a simple and heavy cauldron appeared in front of him. He saw the continuous rhyme of the Tao, spreading across the entire void.
Ye Ling looked at Zhao Hun's movements, but had no intention of taking action first. He only heard Zhao Hun say: "I know you are a master of swordsmanship, but your sword can't break my cauldron!"
After saying this, Zhao Hun saw Dao power flowing around his body, and the big cauldron covered him, suspended in the void like a mountain.
Immediately afterwards, the Houtu Avenue continued to evolve, and the phantoms of the peaks circled above Ye Ling's head and were about to fall down at any time.
When Ye Ling saw it, a sword roar suddenly sounded around him, and then the wooden sword behind him rose into the air, and the sword energy broke through the void and chopped the mountains into pieces.
Ye Ling stepped into the void and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, a murderous aura emanating from his body. This murderous aura was tainted by his experience in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the battle formations between the two armies, which made these disciples who were blindly practicing mystical cultivation look pale.
Ye Ling took a few steps and headed towards Zhao Hun.
"Well done!"
Zhao Hun shouted loudly, gathered the power in his palm, and struck out with a palm, and the Houtu Avenue turned into mountains and rivers, blocking Ye Ling's front.
Ye Ling slashed down with his sword, and the edge of the sword cut through the void, directly cutting a passage out of the mountains and rivers.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Ling jumped over and came to the big cauldron. Ye Ling's face was calm, and he took one step forward, using Ling Chen's sword, the first move of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique, with all his strength, and the sword energy in the sky turned into a giant blade and slashed on the cauldron.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the huge cauldron shaking continuously, and the halo was continuously consumed by the sword energy, leaving cracks on the cauldron's body.
Zhao Hun shouted: "Ye Ling, you dare to destroy my Taoist weapon, I will cut you into pieces!"
Ye Ling sheathed her sword at her side, suddenly raised her fist, and hit the giant cauldron with only the power of her energy and blood. But I saw the huge cauldron shaking continuously and flying down at the foot of the mountain.
But before Ye Ling could take a breath, the surrounding void suddenly set off layers of heat waves. Wang Hangui took advantage of the fight between him and Zhao Hun to go around behind Ye Ling and threw out a prepared formation, trapping Ye Ling. in.
The surrounding fire raged, and countless beast-like fires rushed out to fight with Ye Ling.
Wang Hangui stood outside the formation and laughed loudly: "I don't believe that you, Ye Ling, have three heads and six arms, can you break my formation?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the fiery formation was constantly vibrating, and an extremely sharp energy suddenly penetrated the heaven and earth, and even the void was split by it. When the surrounding disciples saw such power, they fled for fear of being affected.
Immediately afterwards, in the formation diagram, sword energy burst out of the sky. Each sword energy turned into a lightsaber, killing the fire elves and monsters in the formation. Ye Ling held the wooden sword and faced Wang Hangui expressionlessly. Come.
"You... don't come over!" Wang Hangui's face was full of panic and he backed away: "This is impossible. You have only practiced for a few days. How can you break my formation? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Before he finished speaking, Wang Hangui shouted, and the iron rod in his hand set off a raging fire, turning into a wall of fire to block him.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling stepped through the wall of fire without any hindrance, nor did he use any skills.
"asshole!"
Wang Hangui shouted loudly and knocked down the iron rod towards Ye Ling. Unexpectedly, Ye Ling used his backhand to support it and grabbed the burning stick with his left hand and pulled Wang Hangui closer.
Wang Hangui's face turned pale and he didn't dare to move any more.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling stared at him for a moment, then suddenly let go of his left hand and walked past him.
At this moment, Wang Hangui suddenly felt that something in his body seemed to be broken. He didn't know whether it was his Taoist heart or his poor courage.
Wang Hangui's expression was gloomy, and he sat slumped in the void, no longer looking like an immortal.
The disciples who were watching were already in panic. They really didn't expect that Ye Ling had only been on the path for just a few years, but even the disciples of the fifteenth generation of Lingxu Realm could not defeat him. Many people looked at the livid expression on the Crimson Fire Peak disciple's face and were secretly glad that they didn't have any grudge against Ye Ling.
In the mountain pavilion in the distance, Meng Peiran, Lan Gongyue, and Chu Fanyang have lost their previous calmness, replaced by solemn expressions on their faces.
Lan Gongyue said: "We haven't seen him for a long time, and he has already reached this level. I'm afraid we are no longer his opponent."
Chu Fanyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It is really unwise and stupid for Chihuo Peak to cause such trouble for itself!"
Meng Peiran said nothing, but looked at Ye Ling with deep murderous intent in his eyes.
Ye Ling stood on the void and walked forward step by step, with the wooden sword already inserted behind his back. He was leaving because he came back this time just to find the whereabouts of Wu Qing and Bai Wuyu. Since they were not here, there was no need for him to stay for a moment longer.
But at this moment, Zhao Hun's heart-rending cry came from behind: "Ye Ling! What you did today, I will tell everyone in Tianzong, they will never let you go!"
Hearing Zhao Hun's words, Ye Ling didn't respond at all, and didn't even bother to look at him again.
Qin Yuanlang and Wang Hangui had bowed their heads in silence. Their hearts were broken in front of Ye Ling, and they were afraid that it would be difficult to find any avenue. Zhao Hun refused to accept defeat, but still dared to shout.
However, although Ye Ling did not respond, a voice suddenly came from Taixu Peak, one of the nine peaks of the Wentian Sect, with powerful words that struck straight to the heart: "I would like to see who made such arrogant remarks, no? Let my apprentice go?"
After hearing this, Zhao Hun was so frightened that he sweated all over his body and did not dare to say another word. The surrounding disciples also changed their expressions and turned to look in the direction of Taixu Peak.
Ye Ling, who was about to leave, could not help but tremble when he heard this familiar voice. Tears filled his eyes and were about to fall at any time.
But he suddenly turned around, knelt on his knees in the void, and bowed down towards Taixu Peak: "Unfilial disciple Ye Ling, pay your respects to Master!"
"Hahaha," the laughter spread throughout Jiufeng, warm but cold: "I'm back, I want to see which of you wants to force my apprentice away? You really can bully me in Taixu Peak! "
This sound echoed through the nine peaks and never dissipated for a long time...
