"Huh?"
"That sixth-level white python back then actually broke into the spiritual level and could still speak."
"Such a cultivation speed is quite impressive!"
The old man on the right looked at Xiaobai with greed in his eyes.
Seeing the heat in the old man's eyes, Xiao Bai felt that there were insects biting between each of his scales, which was extremely disgusting.
"Damn old man, can you stop disgusting me with that look in your eyes!"
"Besides, I am a spiritual dragon raised by nature, and my cultivation speed is not only impressive!"
The old man's face immediately turned ugly, and he said to Xiao Bai fiercely:
"If a monster in the early stage of spiritual level dares to scream, you will be turned into a dead snake immediately!"
Still looking at the three people with weird smiles, he couldn't help but think:
"You really "understand" me!"
Without much hesitation, Yiran directly drew his sword out of its sheath and said to the three old people:
"Let the seniors see the progress of the juniors in the past few months."
"By the way, I will lend you your heads so that this junior can have something to do after returning to the sect!"
When the Peach Blossom Sword was fully unsheathed, the sharp sword energy and green sword intent began to sweep across the entire land.
The three old men who blocked the road no longer tried to make excuses, but took out their own weapons, including a knife, a gun and a wand.
Once again, the magician and the martial artist are the most suitable lineup for killing people!
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On Luotian Peak of Luotian Sect, Zheng Wu hurriedly found Song Tianpeng and said anxiously:
"That kid Yiran is in trouble again."
"After the last siege by the elders from the three peaks failed, they finally stopped for a moment because of the elder token from Luotian Peak."
"But last time we were in a hurry to go to Nanshan City and forgot to hide our aura, so they decided that Yiran's token had been used up that time to protect the virtual image."
"This time, it seems that Demon Suppressing Peak directly sent three elders in the late spiritual stage to kill Yiran in one fell swoop!"
Song Tianpeng, who was eating melon seeds, was shocked, but when he heard that there were no more than three late-stage spiritual beings, he relaxed again.
He looked at Zheng Wu with puzzled eyes and asked curiously:
"When did you care so much about Yi Ran? He is my good brother and not yours."
"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"
Zheng Wu rubbed his head in disbelief, not knowing how to answer.
He knew that Song Tianpeng actually cared about Yiran very much, and he was very grateful for the two pills given by Yiran.
Although it was only a fourth-level elixir, it greatly improved his mental strength and made his recent practice extremely smooth.
So he was also very concerned about Yi Ran's safety.
When he received the news that the three late spiritual level elders from Zhenmo Peak had left the sect and headed north, Zheng Wu guessed their purpose.
So he immediately came back to discuss with Song Tianpeng, because he believed that Song Tianpeng would definitely go to the rescue immediately after learning that Yiran was in danger.
Because he believed in Song Tianpeng's kindness towards Yi Ran and the sympathy between the two peerless monsters.
However, the reality was beyond Zheng Wu's expectation. Faced with the absolutely true news he brought, Song Tianpeng just said lightly:
"Whenever he encounters danger, we have to rescue him. Then why should he go out? He might as well stay in the sect and don't go there."
"And you, you just got two fourth-level elixirs, why are you so concerned?"
Zheng Wu looked at Song Tianpeng helplessly with extremely sincere eyes, but he didn't know why Song Tianpeng's attitude was so cold.
It seemed that it was a bit difficult for Zheng Wu to think about this problem, so he sighed and explained again:
"How many people did you say went to surround and kill Yiran?"
Zheng Wu touched his head and replied:
"Three elders in the late spiritual stage!"
"That is to say, there are only three late-stage spiritual beings, why are you anxious?"
"There is no king to take action, why are you anxious!"
"You are a majestic king, do you still want to bully those late-stage spiritual beings who have spent a lifetime honing their skills?"
Zheng Wu rubbed the back of his head and said in confusion:
"But Yiran is only at the early stage of the spiritual stage. Even if we include the little white python, we are still at the early stage of the spiritual stage. How can we fight with three late-stage spiritual beings?"
Seeing the confused Zheng Wu, Song Tianpeng directly threw a handful of melon seeds in his hand at Zheng Wu and said angrily:
"Although we arrived late that day, you didn't realize that both Yiran and the little white snake survived in the hands of Nangong Pocheng!"
"If you are worried about Yiran here, you might as well worry about those three old men."
"You can even worry about whether Yi Ran will take their heads back to the sect to find trouble at the Demon Suppressing Peak after beheading those three old men."
Zheng Wu looked at a handful of melon seeds that were scattered, and only moved his arms slightly to catch them all without pulling them out.
But after listening to Song Tianpeng's words, he was inevitably a little stunned.
"Yi Ran took the heads of three late-stage spiritual beings back to the sect and went to the Demon Suppressing Peak to look for trouble?"
After being stunned for a long time, Zheng Wu didn't know whether he was shocked or excited and said to Song Tianpeng:
"So, why don't we just go to Demon Suppressing Peak and wait for the show?"
Song Tianpeng grabbed another handful of melon seeds, crossed his legs and lay on the chair, and said comfortably:
"This is a good idea in time, but don't worry, we will go after Yiran enters the sect!"
"Sit down and eat some melon seeds first, relax, maybe there will be a chance for you to take action in the sect."
"Luo Tianzong, we have spent too long a peaceful time, and it's time for the storm to rise."
Zheng Wu glanced at Song Tianpeng and said with some disgust in his eyes:
"In the past, there were no exercises suitable for you to exercise your body. If you only practice every day, you just bask in the sun and eat melon seeds, so forget it."
"But now that you have acquired the skills that can train your body, you are still so lazy. It's really a waste of brother Yiran's skills!"
Zheng Wu sighed, disgusted with Song Tianpeng's laziness.
But Song Tianpeng got excited and asked curiously:
"Zheng Wu, do you think my virtuous brother may have some superb skills hidden there that can directly make my body stronger?"
Zheng Wu looked at Song Tianpeng who seemed to be whimsical. His face instantly turned dark and he disliked Song Tianpeng even more.
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The old man standing on the left side of Yiran held a long knife in his hand.
Whether it is the dark golden blade or the handle made of black spar, they all illustrate the extraordinary nature of this long knife.
But after the old man held the knife, he did not take action directly, but said to Yiran:
"I still need a close disciple. If you are willing to cut off the past and hand over the inheritance you have received, then I will definitely give you a happy future!"
The other two old people seemed to be used to these words, and even had some expectations.
And Yi Ran also discovered the clues.
The old man holding the knife actually had some mental fluctuations when he spoke, with a subtle inducement.
It's like hypnosis that Yiran has only seen in books, or charm and bewitchment that are recorded in Taoist canon, etc.
Yiran looked at the old man with disdain and sneered at such evil tactics.
After a sword cry, the noisy sound dissipated instantly, directly interrupting the old man's qi movement.
"Which one do you want to hit?"
Yiran asked Xiaobai curiously.
After Xiaobai's pupils turned around the three of them, Youyou said:
"How about I just shoot three of them?"
Just when Xiaobai was waiting for Yiran to be polite to him and leave two for him, Yiran said directly:
"Then the relationship is great. I'll just take a rest and watch you show off your power."
Xiao Bai's breath suddenly stagnated, and he said with gritted teeth:
"you are vicious!"
Looking at Yiran and Xiaobai who were still chatting comfortably, the expressions on the faces of the three old people were extremely ugly.
This is completely ignoring them!
They really couldn't figure out where Yiran and Xiaobai's confidence lay.
"Come on, let's fight quickly, so that we can take their heads back to the sect and continue to cause trouble!"
When Xiaobai heard this, his pupils slightly changed, and he said with a flattering smile:
"I knew the master wouldn't let me fight alone!"
But Yiran waved his hand and said:
"You are like me, who dares to be your master!"
As he spoke, he rushed out first, his sword energy and sword intent reaching their peak.
When they felt the aura as heavy as a mountain, the expressions of the three people finally changed.
Seeing how the escaping sword energy split the earth, and how the surging sword energy stirred the world, they finally understood where Yiran's confidence lay.
That's his strength!
Of course, that was not all that shocked them.
When Yiran drew his sword to attract the opponent's attention, the horn on Xiaobai's head began to condense with silver lightning.
Immediately afterwards, the originally clear sky suddenly turned into dark clouds pressing down on the ground.
Rays of lightning flashed and jumped in the dark clouds, condensing frightening energy in silence.
"The divine thunder gathers, the heaven and the earth mourn!"
Xiaobai neighed and directly used his innate magical power to construct a thunder pool visible to the naked eye.
Looking at the lightning that kept jumping above their heads, the three of them felt that they had been locked by the thunder. If they made the slightest move, they would be chased by endless thunder.
Seeing the Lei Chi showing great power as soon as it was condensed, the three of them looked at each other and immediately took action.
The one holding the wand began to chant, and the earth shattered piece by piece.
In the broken parts of the ground, magma pillars pierced into the sky, and balls of flames erupted directly from the ground and then sprayed into the sky.
The earth shattered under the influence of magic, but this magician was not the earth element with the strongest defense, but the fire element with the power of explosion.
Thunder can wash away the darkness of the world, and fire can also burn away all dust.
He actually wanted to use the fire from the earth to burn the thunder from the sky!
The other two old men, while the magician was chanting magic, had also activated their body and martial arts to attack Xiao Bai.
In their opinion, Xiaobai must be Yiran's last trump card if he has such innate magic.
After all, monsters in the same realm are inherently stronger than humans. It is normal for Xiaobai, who has also just entered the spiritual level and has innate magical powers, to be stronger than Yiran.
As long as they take down Xiaobai in one fell swoop, victory will be assured in this battle.
But the reality once again disappointed them.
Just when they rushed towards Xiaobai, with only ten feet away from Xiaobai, Yiran's figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
And it's not one figure, but two figures transformed from the original body and Nascent Soul, wielding swords at the two of them at the same time.
"Qinglian Sword Technique!"
Knives and swords, guns and swords collided at the same time.
"Rumble, rumble..."
After a roar, the four figures retreated simultaneously.
The two Yirans merged into one figure and shouted low the moment they landed:
"The spiritual fish leaps into the abyss."
"boom!"
The ground suddenly exploded, and Yiran's figure shot out, directly in front of the man holding the gun, and kicked the old man in the abdomen.
The old man only had time to use his spear to block his lower abdomen before he felt like he was hit by a strong monster and flew out without any resistance.
At the same time, Yiran shouted again before landing:
"Seven Stars Step!"
One step, two steps...
Seven steps later, Yi Ran appeared in front of the old man holding the knife, but the old man holding the knife had only just reacted.
"boom!"
After being kicked in the abdomen, the old man holding the knife was also kicked out without any accident.
Yiran is still in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
But Yi Ran in the early stage of Nascent Soul is no longer something that later spiritual masters can control at will.
Because now he has traveled a long way in the early stage of Nascent Soul, which is equivalent to reaching the middle stage of spiritual level, and he is only one realm away from the three old men.
