When they saw the axe coming, the three middle-aged scribes immediately jumped back and instantly withdrew from the encirclement of Yanyang. The pen and the www.biquge.info then the axe spun back again, falling into the hands of a somewhat burly man. Who else is this person besides Huang Li.

"Gong... Yanyang, are you okay? ”

Huang Li picked up Yanyang, who was squatting on the ground, with one hand and asked in a low voice.

"Childe, I'm fine. ”

Yanyang replied.

After speaking, Yan Yang entered the house, but Huang Li took out an axe from his back again. Then he looked at the three middle-aged scribes with fierce eyes.

"Boy, who are you? ”

It was the short, triangular-eyed man who spoke. I saw him holding two black and purple daggers in both hands, and then crossed his hands in front of his chest, making a defensive gesture.

"Who I am, you'll find out later. But you've just frightened my brother, so we'll settle the score. ”

Huang Li grinned and said.

Although Huang Li did not exude a trace of breath, he gave the middle-aged scribe the feeling that it was very dangerous. It's like a tiger in the grass, ready to hunt. After listening to what Huang Li said, the middle-aged scribe's face couldn't help but change, but he still said:

"Your Excellency is a bit too much to say that. We were just joking with that little brother and didn't hurt him, so it's better to make a big deal a small thing. You must know that even if you are at the peak of the Mixed Yuan Realm, it is impossible to provoke three Mixed Yuan Realm Fourth-Order cultivators at once, not to mention, your cultivation can be the same as ours at the Fourth Order of the Mixed Yuan Realm. ”

"Although our cultivation is similar, even if we are strong at the same level, our strength is divided into three, six, nine and so on. Even if the three of you go together, I'm not afraid. ”

Huang Li sneered again.

"This young man, although our actions just now are a little unreasonable, but the little brother is indeed not injured. It's better to be like this, today, sister, I will be the east, please Shaoxia and your little brother go to the Yuling Pavilion to sit, and it can be regarded as the three of us apologizing to the little brother. ”

This time it was the young woman who was about thirty years old. The voice was as tactful as the yellow warbler in the empty valley, which made Huang Li a little stunned for a while. Just when Huang Li was a little confused, suddenly a loud bang sounded from his sea of knowledge. Let him regain his clarity again.

This time, it was Yanyang's hand. When he heard that the woman's voice was a little different from what he had just done, he knew that the woman must be playing some tricks, and then looking at Huang Li's somewhat confused expression, Yan Yang knew that the woman must have used some illusion. For fear that something would happen to Huang Li, he immediately reminded him.

When Huang Li fell into the illusion, the three middle-aged scribes all sharpened their knives and prepared to make a move. But when they saw that Huang Li, who was originally confused, immediately sobered up the next moment, they were on guard again.

After waking up, Huang Li first glanced at the room, and then looked coldly at the three people in front of him again.

"Since you did it first, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Huang Li said angrily.

As soon as Huang Li's words fell, he threw the stainless steel axe in his left hand at the young woman. Although Huang Li did not specialize in cultivating the art of body refining, his strength was still relatively large, and the young woman was not a person who fought head-on, so he immediately dodged to the side. The axe drove the young woman back, and then flew back at the head of the short man, who dodged the attack with a slight bend of his knees. At this time, Huang Li, who was originally standing, immediately moved.

Seeing Huang Li jump, he caught the axe that flew back, and then threw it at the middle-aged scribe, while he took another axe and fell from the sky, slashing at the short triangular-eyed man with the momentum of splitting Huashan. This movement was as fast as thunder, and before the short man could react, he saw a steel axe, which was already close in front of him. However, the short man was also a battle-hardened man, and the next moment he held two daggers to the top of his head.

Huang Li's attack had been gathering momentum for a long time, and the short man was in a hurry, so the next moment, the short man was pressed by the huge force from his hand and gradually fell into the ground. It wasn't until the short man's legs were sunk into the ground below the knees that the power was exhausted. However, the short man's black and purple dagger was made of no known material, and it was not damaged in this violent collision.

After the short man was pressed into the ground by Huang Li, he would not be able to break free for a while. Huang Li didn't entangle with him either, and went straight to the middle-aged scribe. The middle-aged scribe wanted to dodge Huang Li's axe attack, so he went to support the short man. How did he know that when he shot the axe thrown by Huang Li, the short man had already been dealt with by Huang Li. Looking at Huang Li who was rushing forward, the middle-aged scribe also knew that he had to fight, so without waiting for Huang Li to catch the axe that flew away, he bullied forward and stabbed Huang Li in the chest with the long sword in his hand.

Huang Li smiled, and directly placed the axe horizontally on his chest to block the middle-aged scribe's blow, and then his free left hand struck the middle-aged scribe's cheek with a fist. The middle-aged scribe was caught off guard, and was punched by Huang Li, and immediately flew back at a faster speed than when he came. At this time, the young woman of about thirty years old who had been standing quietly on the side for a long time, her hair suddenly became longer, and she directly wrapped around the middle-aged scribe, and then slowly lowered it to the ground.

When the black hair retracted, the middle-aged scribe who was punched by Huang Li immediately spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and one or two broken teeth were faintly visible in the blood. And one of the middle-aged scribe's cheeks was also swollen because of Huang Li's attack.

Touching his swollen cheeks, and then looking at a few broken teeth in the blood on the ground, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but roar violently.

"Boy, you're going to die. Poisonous fangs, green silk, don't keep your strength anymore, and directly use your martial soul to kill this kid. ”

Then the three of them sealed their hands at the same time and shouted: "Martial Soul, open." ”

A black mist suddenly released from the short man's body, and then gathered around the short man, constantly changing. As the black mist gradually increased, the black mist gradually condensed into shape. At this time, the short man suddenly threw the black and purple dagger in his hand towards the black mist, the black mist wrapped the two daggers, and the speed of condensation accelerated a little, and in the end, a huge scorpion with a whole body as black as ink, except for the poisonous hook behind the tail, appeared next to the short man.

After the giant scorpion appeared, it first used its tail hook to pull up the short man in the field, and then silently guarded the short man's side. After the giant scorpion appeared, the young woman's martial spirit also appeared. It is a boa constrictor with nine heads and is made up of hair. And the martial soul of the middle-aged scribe was even more peculiar, only to see that after a flash of fire, a small flame bird with a burning body appeared on the shoulders of the middle-aged scribe.