"Great monk, come on! don't let them run. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Standing tall and seeing from a distance, Tongling Wu, watched the two women and a man flee separately, and hurriedly transmitted the sound in shock.

Wen Yiming's six senses are so keen, he has already noticed them without being reminded by the psychic crow. I sneered in my heart, I want to run now, it's too late.

Without looking at the direction of the escape of the seriously injured short-haired young man, he directly launched eight steps to catch the cicada and swept ten meters towards Feng Ling, and then a vertical leap was only eight meters away from Feng Ling's back in an instant.

"Leave after shooting?" With a cold snort, when the true qi of his right arm surged, the stick was raised like a javelin, and it pierced out towards Feng Ling's back.

Feeling the fierce killing intent and the sound of breaking the air coming from her back, Feng Ling just turned half of her body in a daze, and the long stick had penetrated directly into her waist ribs, nailing her body to the tree in front of her with a 'bang', but the long stick was humming endlessly.

A large stream of blood gushed out of Feng Ling's mouth, his eyes and pupils gradually dilated, but his right hand was raised with difficulty, trembling to grab the Wuxiang Qiluo on Wen Yiming's face.

The woman in the green dress with Feng Ling had weak legs and sat on the ground. Seeing the blood coming out of Feng Ling's mouth flowing to her feet like a thread, she crawled forward with a pale face in fright.

Wen Yiming looked indifferent, took out his long stick and shook his arms, and the blood stained on it turned into a blood mist and was shaken to the dust. Glancing at the woman in the green dress who was crawling in despair, she turned around and chased after the short-haired young man who had escaped less than fifty meters away.

Wen Yiming is not a soft-hearted person, and he will not be pedantic enough to pity the enemy. However, the woman in the green dress never made a move, not even a word of abuse. If she was killed just because she was a disciple of Tiger Roaring Hall or Cai Zhi's junior sister, it was really not his style and character.

Although it is said that the evil is eliminated and the evil is done, the evil is gone, and he is not a heinous murderer. Although he has countless lives with both hands, he still can't be so ruthless if he wants to erase a life for no reason.

When the seriously injured short-haired young man escaped 70 meters away, he was chased by Wen Yiming and slapped to death with a stick like a walk. Then, after cleaning up the battlefield as usual, he took the psychic Wu to choose a quagmire that no one cared about, found a clean rock and sat down to treat the wound briefly.

Except for the slightly more serious arrow wound on the shoulder, the rest were not worth mentioning the skin wounds.

"Great monk, quickly take out the spoils and divide the spoils! Quick!" Seeing that he had finished dealing with trivial matters, Tongling Wu couldn't wait to peck Wen Yiming's neck.

"Share the spoils?" Wen Yiming admired the shamelessness of the psychic crow, "You broken bird kicks your nose and face, right, Lao Tzu is as tired as a dead dog." Let me ask you, which one did you kill?"

Psychic Wu muttered: "Didn't I help you watch the wind and sweep the formation? Don't be so stingy!"

Wen Yiming couldn't cry or laugh, this broken bird's breath was terrifying!

Tongling Wu had long known that he had a storage belt, and Wen Yiming didn't mind, so he checked the loot that he had just cleaned the battlefield and put away. He sighed, shook his head, and said, "Nothing good." ”

Tongling Wu also glanced at the long mouth clip, quite disdainful.

Of all the trophies, the most dazzling thing was a dozen or so golden tickets with two thousand gold coins. In addition, there are three yellow-level martial arts and one Xuan-level exercises, and Wen Yiming has no interest. Other than that, the only thing that comforted Wen Yiming was a bag of fifty pieces of spirit crystals and a bottle of Qiulu Dan.

According to Tonglingwu, Qiulu Dan is a healing pill with a better effect than Fusang Dan. As for other items, Wen Yiming can be regarded as making a small fortune, and it can be seen that this group of people has done a lot of roadblock robbery.

One man and one bird rested for half an hour, then got up and walked towards the large chasm, where the occasional sound came.

After a fight, Wen Yiming benefited a lot. At least he knows his combat limits and has a better understanding and control of all aspects of his body.

Regarding the results of killing four warriors and two warriors at the ninth level, Wen Yiming was not complacent. He knew very well that the martial arts cultivation in the martial arts period itself had no one who could compete with him. As for the three young men of the first layer of the samurai, they were only four levels higher than him, and their combat effectiveness was difficult to compare with him at all. Because they don't have any killer features at all.

And Cai Zhi, who was at the second level of the samurai, was five layers higher than him in terms of cultivation, and his true qi essence purity was indeed far superior to that of other youths, but it was still far from him. Only the martial arts of the Blood Demon Hand made it difficult for him to fight, and it took a lot of effort.

However, for the sect of Tiger Roaring Hall, he also heard from Tongling Wu that it is only a sect that is at the bottom of the third-rate sect, which is equivalent to the strength of the Crane Roaring Sect, and it is not as good as the Shuangcheng Sect in terms of overall strength. This also shows in disguise that Cai Zhi and others are not strong people with outstanding combat effectiveness in the early stage of martial arts cultivation. To put it bluntly, it is congenital insufficiency, weak succession, extremely limited achievements, and no potential at all. This can be seen from the fact that they were twenty-seven or eight years old, and they were only in the early stage of martial cultivation.

Wen Yiming believed that if the cross-level battle of the fifth layer was replaced by Moxiang Shuxuan, or the genius disciples of the five major sects of Qingyun Castle, it would be difficult for him to please him without using the gun intent of 'who else should I be'. He was convinced of this. This is the ratio of strength and weakness derived from the heritage of a sect, just like the truth that there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. A soldier is a hero, and a nest of heroes will be a nest of heroes, which is also the same in the laws of the sect.

The mid-stage warrior monks who are not the five major sects can barely compete with each other, and if they are in the later stage, it is estimated that they will only be able to run away. If it is changed to the five major sects, it is estimated that the middle stage of the samurai will be enough to choke. However, he had the confidence to retreat in the later stage of the samurai of the five major sects. Of course, it depends on what hole cards the opponent has. After this battle, he no longer dared to take the martial arts of the Heavenly Continent lightly.

After thinking about it, he unconsciously approached the outer 500 meters of the big rift. At this time, you can already see the martial arts cultivators who are divided into groups of forces gathered together.

Wen Yiming walked forward slowly, looking at the group of martial cultivators through Wuxiang Qiluo without any scruples, and when he turned his head, he pretended to listen. And everyone also looked at this strangely dressed blind man with different expressions, especially a big bird looking around on his shoulder, which made Wen Yiming different.

"Hey, you see, this blind warrior on the seventh floor dares to explore the ruins single-handedly. ”

"Maybe someone else's sect has come over early, don't worry about it!"

"This blind man doesn't look like we're from the south, is he?

"I think I've seen this person in a restaurant in Seoul..."

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Wen Yiming walked all the way through the outermost part of the road, listening to the different discussions, his face was natural. Among them, he also saw the group of martial cultivators of the Golden Sword Gate in the Puhan City Restaurant, and several other martial cultivators who were talking about it seemed to have also seen it in Puhan City.

There are really a lot of people, Wen Yiming thought to himself, it's okay five hundred meters away, eighty percent of them are martial arts cultivators in the martial arts stage. As soon as he entered the distance of three hundred meters, he changed his appearance in a blink of an eye, and eighty percent of them were martial cultivators in the samurai period. The circles of influence are far apart and much more disciplined.

Wen Yiming deduced that it seemed that in the outermost layer, it was a temporary team of scattered cultivators from all over the south. And the places he is in now are basically some small sects that do not enter the stream.

I don't know if the Shuangcheng faction has come? Wen Yiming said secretly, it stands to reason that although the Shuangcheng faction has declined, it can also enter a second-rate sect, and the most unfortunate third-rate middle and upper class should be. I thought to myself, I was almost two hundred meters close to the rift.

Before entering the range of 200 meters, many people have already talked about it.

The disciples of the Crane Roaring Gate were the closest to Wen Yiming's route.

"What sect is this blind man from? Why do you act alone and still want to go inside?"

"The blind man of the seventh layer of the martial artist, it is estimated that which sect is doing errands. ”

"No, there are many sects this time, even if there is no unified clothing, there is a unified logo. The blind man was alone. ”

"yes, it's funny. What is he doing here as a blind man who can't be a samurai? Don't you know how to form a team?"

"Is it you, would you like to make a blind man?"

"It's really unruly, how can the circle of influence here move around casually!"

"Hehe, aren't people blind?

"How is it possible, what kind of eyesight do you have? Quickly a finger of thick sturdy cloth tape, you can show me. You want to see through Senior Sister Li, right?"

"Don't make trouble, this blind man dares to go into my sphere of influence, Lao Tzu makes him blind and lame..."

"Shuangcheng sent a group of martial artists to lead the team with a few martial cultivators in the warrior period, this guy is single-handed, and his courage is fat enough..."

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