Night Dance Frost's beautiful eyes are slightly narrow, and if there is a touch of resentment, it will look extremely seductive.

Before she could speak, the white-faced middle-aged man raised his chin slightly, and his gaze could be described as locked, covering Wen Yiming's body, completely ignoring the dragon soul behind him.

For a while, he was looking at Wen Yiming, and then raised his eyebrows, and said, "You are stronger than the rumors, but it is not easy to kill me." ”

Everyone can hear that this sentence is very true, but it is extremely confident, and the meaning is that I can't beat you, but you can't kill me, and the tone is very certain.

Wen Yiming's mood was not turbulent, there was nothing disgusting in this person's eyes, he didn't want to fight to the death without knowing him, especially when he was confident that when he shot to kill Night Dance Frost, the other party couldn't intercept it at all.

Of course, if the other party blindly protects each other, he will not be soft, even if the end of the world comes, he will not mind continuing to kill.

Wen Yiming didn't look at the white-faced middle-aged man again, his eyes fell on the night dance frost face, and said lightly: "Where are Dongfang Zhiyu and Meng Wuregret?"

Night Dance Frost was still shocked at the moment in Shu Jia's words just now, with her understanding of Shu Jia, the other party actually showed that she couldn't beat Wen Yiming in her words, which made her lose her sense of superiority in an instant.

She recruited the disciples of the Guzhong Sect so quickly, just hoping to humiliate Wen Yiming with Shu Jia's hand, even if she couldn't kill it, she wanted to regain some of the face she lost back then.

Just when she was unwilling, Shu Jia took a small step forward, did not flinch, and said to Chao Wen: "In Xia Shujia, it was invited back by the pavilion master, and now he is the protector of the Creation Art Pavilion." ”

Wen Yiming waved his hand like a fly, and said, "Go and ask the five hall masters, my identity in the Creation Art Pavilion, you'd better not get involved in this matter, today-"

His tone abruptly paused, looked at the hostile gazes around him, and said coldly: "I'm here to kill Night Dance Frost!"

He didn't care what the people in the Valley of the Tribulation thought of him, since he was back in the Valley of the Tribulation today, it was impossible for him to let the Night Dance Frost live, even if he came forward without regrets, he would not stop.

There was a fierce uproar in the Sage Square, and countless angry voices sounded, among which there were many scolders, and even the faces of the five hall masters were unhappy, and there was a strong dissatisfaction in the eyes that looked at Wen Yiming.

No matter how much they admired Wen Yiming, Night Dance Frost was always their disciple, and the key was the current pavilion master.

Shu Jia even smiled faintly, and his unhurried smile made Wen Yiming always feel familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere.

Night Dance Frost gradually regained her composure amid the scolding and support of the surrounding people, and still couldn't help but take a step back slightly.

Since Shu Jia thinks that she is not Wen Yiming's opponent, she naturally has to be careful, she knows too well Wen Yiming's intention to kill her, but it is a pity that she heard Shu Jia say that no matter how strong Wen Yiming is, he will not be his opponent, so she misjudged, otherwise she would not have put herself in danger.

"Night Dance Frost, give you three breaths of time to tell the whereabouts of Meng Wuregret and Dongfang Zhiyu. ”

Wen Yiming waved his hand and sacrificed the dragon spear, turned a deaf ear to the clamor around him, and continued: "One breath!"

Night Dance Frost Willow eyebrows locked tightly, and felt Shu Jia beside him standing still, with a tough expression, and his heart was slightly relieved.

Dong Donghai stepped forward, and there were a lot of doubts in his expression, because he heard Wen Yiming mention the name of the old pavilion master twice in a row.

"Instructor Wen, you were originally the monarch who was unanimously approved by my Creation Art Pavilion at the beginning, and you were in charge of the four supreme orders. Dong Donghai's face was serious, and he said: "It stands to reason that you have the right to dismiss the pavilion master, but can you sit down and make it clear what is going on? There has long been a gap between you, and you have not seen each other for many years. ”

Wen Yiming actually had a good impression of this fair and righteous hall master, so he put away his mood slightly, and said: "I received a warning message from the old pavilion master on Roaring Island, and I came from the north to this matter, and the old pavilion master had the grace of knowing me back then, although I never thought that I was the person who created the art pavilion, but I was in charge of this matter." ”

"Say it again. He hugged his fists at the five hall masters and said, "Whether my judgment is wrong or not, I will kill the Night Dance Frost, and I will not make the same mistake a second time." ”

Then he looked at Night Dance Frost and said coldly: "Before coming, we will kill Chu Ge of the Crazy Shadow, only your head is missing, Hao Yuan, Mu Jing, Gu Yun Gu Yu and their heroic spirits can also rest in peace, you should understand what I mean." ”

Night Dance Frost's face was a little pale, and Wen Yiming's resolute heart to kill her could be heard by everyone.

In fact, she didn't blame Shu Jia for deceiving her in terms of strength, she knew that even if she learned that Wen Yiming had entered the Valley of Dust Robbery, it would be impossible for her to escape Wen Yiming and the Dragon Soul with her own cultivation.

Shu Jia shook his robe lightly, smiled coldly, and said, "Wen Yiming, I really think that I am a super god of war and can dominate anyone's life, you think too much!"

Shu Jia's words made the pale Night Dance Frost seem to see hope, and leaned towards Shu Jia slightly, as if in this way he could find a sense of security.

Wen Yiming could sense the vigorous true element of Shu Jia's feet running at high speed, and he could burst out at any time, and he could always feel extremely confident in every idle word of this person.

He believes that such a person will never joke with his life, because the other party is so calm that he can't even perceive the existence of distracting thoughts on the other party.

He was also sure that Shu Jia would never give up the Night Dance Frost because he couldn't beat him, and he would definitely take the risk of taking him away, and if he retreated alone, he would gradually reduce his self-confidence in the future.

Since he sensed that Shu Jia's true yuan was going berserk, how could Wen Yiming let him succeed, although he himself was also conceited, it was impossible for Shu Jia to escape with Night Dance Frost in front of him, but he had experienced countless impossible things, and in the face of such a rare master, he did not have any contempt.

Who doesn't have a little life-saving hole card, especially an opponent like Shu Jia, who even Wen Yiming attaches great importance to, how can he not have a family background and means when he has cultivated to this day.

Wen Yiming didn't believe it.

At this thought, he ignored the overreaction of the five hall masters and the surroundings, and instantly exploded the essence blood, and shot out at the moment when the sacrificial blow broke out.

Being able to make him burst out with a sacrificial blow in the face of a martial cultivator of the same rank is already an extreme level of importance.

At the same time as Wen Yiming's body shot out, a big hand of True Yuan shot out, directly attacking Night Dance Frost, what he wanted was not to kill, but to capture alive.

It's not that he's so powerful, but he really has a lot of questions to ask.

In his perception, Shu Jia's speed was not slower than him, or even a little faster, which made him extremely frightened.

The other party's body suddenly flashed, which made him have a kind of judgment that he wanted to launch a teleportation, and then in Wen Yiming's finger wind interruption, he actually dodged the locked finger wind strangely, and then grabbed the night dance frost and teleported out.

'Smack' ——!

The explosion of the air let Wen Yiming know that Shu Jia's teleportation was the limit, and it had caused an instantaneous sonic boom.

Wen Yiming invisibly rose a wave of anger, there was someone in the same rank who could lead someone to escape from under his nose, if this was successful, he would probably be so depressed that he couldn't extricate himself.