On the top floor of Xueyue Building, there was a constant ups and downs of humming.
A rich fragrance filled the air.
"Huh? Your lord, that's not possible!" Ye Wentian looked strange. Could it be that those around the man in Wangcheng were just for viewing?
"you……"
"Yeah! It hurts."
Fanfan wanted to say something, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a collision in front of her, and her face became more rosy.
As time passed, the night became deeper and deeper.
In the Xueyue Building, the noise was still there, and the number of guests did not decrease, but increased.
In the rooftop compartment, a fierce battle is going on!
Fanfan shook his blond hair, his movements became more and more proficient, and his eyes became a little blurry.
Ye Wentian's eyes suddenly condensed.
"Um……"
"Wait a moment."
"Now? No...what are you waiting for?"
"Don't move yet, a killer is coming." Ye Wentian's eyes flashed with confusion. He had just arrived in the imperial capital and had not passed a whole night. He was not letting himself rest for a moment.
Fanfan's eyes trembled, and he reacted instantly. The spiritual power in his body was subconsciously mobilized, but he didn't sense anything.
"He is a master." Ye Wentian said in a low voice.
"call!"
The next moment, he stood up suddenly, the coat beside him was already draped around him, and he suddenly disappeared into the compartment.
Fanfan's expression froze, she knew that the Great Flame Dragon King was very strong, but how strong he was, she suddenly felt uncertain.
At this moment, she was unable to notice the figure of the other party.
To know! She is a true master of the divine realm.
And at this time.
On the top floor of Xueyue Tower, behind a screen, a strong old man was standing. He could not help but frown slightly as he looked ahead.
"What? One person is missing?" The old man's brows furrowed even more, and he was puzzled.
"Have you seen enough?"
A voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
The strong old man trembled all over, his mind buzzed instantly, and the spiritual power in his body was mobilized accordingly.
"hiss!"
"Run..." The strong old man took a breath, without any thought of resistance in his heart. With the strength he has now, he is by no means stupid.
There is only one possibility for a person to appear quietly beside him without him noticing at all.
This person's strength can crush him!
The strong old man was extremely fast and kept retreating without even daring to look back.
"You know Zhang Yunbin, right? You're already here, why are you running away?" Ye Wentian said with a smile. This old guy didn't feel unfamiliar to him.
The technique is the same as that of Zhang Yunbin, but it is obviously more complete.
"boom!"
"Boom."
Ye Wentian punched down.
A muffled sound echoed.
The strong old man paused and blocked with his backhand. The terrifying spiritual power in his body exploded and he blocked the punch.
It can be seen that its strength is extremely terrifying.
"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding."
"I'm just passing by. Excuse me. You're busy, you're busy..." The strong old man spoke repeatedly, without any intention of fighting.
Feeling the severe pain in his arm, the old man became even more convinced that the boy in front of him was a monster.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come even if I beat him to death.
He couldn't understand that his disciple was just a master of defusing, how could he get into trouble with such a monster?
Don't dare to think too much.
The old man turned around again, his spiritual energy burst out from under his feet, and he wanted to escape from here.
"Passing by?"
"Sword rises, stab me!"
"Nine-fold transformation, condensation."
Ye Wentian raised his hand and pointed his sword, Li Xuanyuan's secret technique of controlling air was used, and at the same time he mobilized his spiritual power to directly activate the nine-layer transformation.
The old guy in front of him gave him the feeling that he was only a little bit away from the innate realm, and his spiritual power was not weaker than his own.
This was the first time that Ye Wentian had seen a strong man with such strength who only cared about escaping.
"Clang! Clang."
"boom……"
The strong old man resisted the sword energy and retreated again. As the man in front of him punched him, his whole body was shaken.
The next moment, it slammed into the pillar behind him.
"Old...I admit defeat. For the sake of my age, please show mercy. If you hit the bones again, they will fall apart." The strong old man never fought back and repeatedly raised his hands and begged for mercy.
Ye Wentian's eyes were focused, and his aura did not calm down. He already knew the purpose of the person in front of him.
Since you are here to kill yourself, you should also be prepared to be killed in reverse.
"call!"
"..."
The figure approaches and the air freezes.
The strong old man's eyes widened and he felt the murderous intent on the other side.
"Hand... show mercy!"
"The old man has given me a valuable treasure, which can be exchanged for one life." The strong old man reacted very quickly and said quickly.
Ye Wentian fisted.
"Heavy treasure?"
"Yes, my little brother's cultivation is so advanced that I admire him so much. I think he can't even look down on ordinary things."
"I just got this treasure not long ago..."
The strong old man did not dare to neglect. He gritted his teeth and showed a decisive look on his face. He took out a wooden box the size of a small palm from his body.
Opening it quickly, a burst of pure spiritual power suddenly swept around.
Inside the wooden box, there is a piece of spiritual stone with a faint glow. It is round and about the size of a fist, which is obviously different from ordinary spiritual stones.
Ye Wentian's eyes lit up and he raised his hand to grab it.
"The weight is about fifty kilograms. That's right. This is a middle-grade spiritual stone." Ye Wentian was slightly surprised in his heart.
The village chief once taught him the classification of spiritual stone grades.
I have absorbed low-grade spiritual stones in the past. Even low-grade spiritual stones are extremely rare in this world. This is a solid mid-grade stone in front of me.
The difference of one level is not just about the amount of spiritual power contained.
It is no exaggeration to say that the purity of the main spiritual power is completely different from heaven to earth.
"You can exchange your life."
"Are you Yang Zhidian?" Ye Wentian put away the wooden box and looked at the person in front of him.
Before Zhang Yunbin died, he mentioned his master's name.
He seems to be some kind of dean of Zhongzhou.
"Yes, my disciple offended me first. Death is not a pity. My little brother killed well. If nothing happens, I will say goodbye first."
Yang Zhidian responded repeatedly and raised his hand in salute.
Ye Wentian looked startled.
In the world of martial arts in Dayan, he had met many martial arts masters. This was the first time he met the one in front of him who was obviously not weak in strength but was also cowardly.
"How did you find me?" Ye Wentian asked in a low voice.
"this……"
"Lao Chan's technique is special. You killed Zhang Yunbin and his aura remains on your body. Within twenty-four hours, Lao Chan can confirm your location."
Yang Zhidian became more and more respectful and raised his hand to salute again.
"oh."
"Where did you get the spirit stone just now? Do you still have it in your hand?" Ye Wentian smiled and looked deeply at the person in front of him.
A middle-grade spiritual stone!
Even in Novice Village, I had never seen it before.
Ye Wentian was certain that if he could get more, even if he couldn't find the remaining Yin-Yang Pearls for the time being, he would still be able to enter the innate realm with the help of the spirit stones.
Yang Zhidian's expression changed, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he took a step back, as if planning to escape again.
Some people died, but not completely...
