Elder Chen's face changed wildly, and his heart was shocked.

The eyes of the others were also focused on Ling Yu, full of horror.

There was silence in the audience, and everyone was stunned and couldn't believe it.

It's just too incredible to accept.

It's like a patient who can't be cured by a team of medical experts with the most advanced equipment and the most expensive medicine, and after being yawned by a young man in pajamas, he casually touches him twice, and then jumps up and down!

It's a miracle!

At this moment, Cui Shan realized what kind of stupid thing he had done, Ling Yu was not only a martial arts master, but also a formation master, recalling his attitude towards him, it was simply disrespectful!

"I'm sorry!" Cui Shan was in awe, bowing heavily to Ling Yu, very sincere.

Humble Huaiming smiled and nodded, very satisfied with the eldest disciple's move, looking at Ling Yu's gaze with a little more respect.

Elder Chen and the others were too angry earlier, so they were cold and gloomy, they were not sharp and mean people, but at this moment, they realized the short-sightedness of their own vision, and they all apologized to Ling Yu and gave him the greatest respect.

"There are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, compared to Mr., we are far behind!"

Yuan Zhai smiled and secretly affirmed that it was necessary to establish a friendly relationship with Ling Yu and it was the right choice.

"The road is open, let's go?" asked Guo Yi.

Ling Yu shook his head, "Wait a minute. ”

"Why?" Guo Yi was puzzled.

Ling Yu didn't answer, his eyes turned in a certain direction, and Xuhuai Ming and Yuan Zhai also looked over, thoughtful.

"Sure enough, there is some ability, no wonder it can hurt the Holy Son and Lao Huang like this!"

A dull voice like thunder sounded, like a flood bell swinging open, majestic.

A man more than two meters tall walked out from behind, his knotted muscles like steel poured, full of visual oppression, almost like an impregnable hill.

He was followed by two people, one of whom was carrying a great sword, his eyes were sharp and sharp, like a peerless blade that could cut everything, and even his scalp would be numb when he looked at it, like a man's back.

The other was emaciated, dressed in a black shirt, with his head bowed, no one could see his appearance, and he seemed to have no sense of existence.

But the most non-existent person is the most dangerous, because you don't even know anything when he kills you.

Those with eyesight can find that his steps are light, he barely makes any sound, and the rhythm of his breathing is completely in line with it, and the whole gives people a rather eerie feeling, like a ghost.

The three of them stood still in front of Ling Yu, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Behind the three people, two more people slowly walked out.

The old man and the young man were a little staggering, all of them were seriously injured, their faces were pale and weak, it was none other than the Holy Son of the Battle Temple, Chenhui, and his elder Uncle Huang.

"Unexpectedly, we are still alive, and at the last moment, the three kings saved us. Uncle Huang said gloomily, staring at Ling Yu with a calm gaze.

"Do you regret it?" Dusty Glow's voice was hoarse, his smile was cold, and there was both pleasure and hatred in his tone, "You are about to pay for it, if you kill us directly at that time, the revenge will come back after all, but it will not be so early, hehe......"

"You guys are ......" Xu Huaiming frowned slightly, sensing their hostility towards Ling Yu.

"I'll tell you, if you say something to these people, I don't know how to reverse right and wrong!" Chen Hao stood up and glanced at Chenhui, "This thing is probably an idiot, and when he sees something good, he wants someone else to give it to him......"

Dustlight: "......"

While Chen Hao was talking, Yuan Zhai secretly transmitted the voice to Ling Yu and informed him of the identities of the three people.

Mighty as a mountain, named Kong Yan, he is the power king of the strongest combination of the Battle Temple, the "Blade of the Eight Kings", and it is not an exaggeration to use infinite power on his body.

The one who carries the big sword, named Monsoon, is the sword king in the "Blade of the Eight Kings", the swordsmanship is superb, the combat power is terrifying, and it is known as "nothing is not cut"!

The last person seems to have the least sense of existence, but in fact he is the most dangerous one, named Yuan Kai, who is the shadow king in the "Blade of the Eight Kings", with a ghostly body, coming and going without a trace, the speed and agility are amazing, no one in the scene can compare, at most quite.

These three people were ordered by the Battle Saint to enter the folding space together with Chenhui, although none of them had reached the Wutian realm of the unity of Dao and Wu, but they were all the best in the same realm, and they were on the verge of breaking through, and it was not impossible to kill the powerhouses of the Wutian realm under the joint force.

"When you're done, is there any water?" Chen Hao said with a dry mouth.

"Yes. A big furry paw handed over a glass of water.

"Thank you. Chen Hao drank it all and smacked his lips, "Why does it taste a little weird?"

Baihu said lightly: "This king took a sip, felt unpleasant, and spit it back." Thinking that the taste of the tiger is different, I thought you would love to drink. Now it seems that you are in agreement with the king in this regard, and you should be honored. ”

"It's an honor for your uncle!" Chen Hao scolded, retched again and again, and rushed up to fight with the white tiger.

Somehow, as timid as a white tiger, Chen Hao was not scared at all, and one person and one tiger scuffled together.

Everyone: "......"

Humil Huaiming sighed that it was good to be young, and then returned to the topic, his face solemn, "If it is really as he said, this matter can be turned into a big thing and a small matter." It was Chen Xiaoyou's fault first, and Mr. Ling seriously injured you, basically flattening out. When is the so-called retribution......"

"Void Sect Master, please stop here!" King Kong Yan interrupted him in a deep voice, with a tough attitude, "My Holy Son of the Battle Temple almost died, this is an irresolvable blood feud, if you don't report it, the prestige of the Battle Temple will be ruined!"

"Could it be that the old grandmaster wants to stand on the opposite side of my battle temple for him alone?" Sword King Ji Feng's voice was indifferent, like Xuan Bing.

"The War Saint led the remaining four kings to fight in another folding space, and they are about to return, the old grandmaster knows him, and he should be able to imagine the ...... when he learned about it" The Shadow King's voice was indescribably sharp, as piercing as metal friction, with a faint smile, "Angry, right?"

Xu Huaiming's face changed, and he frowned: "You threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just an objective fact, Grandpa False. Dusty chuckled in a cough, "Please think about it, you didn't even know each other, did you?"

"You, have you forgotten me?" Yuan Zhai suddenly spoke, his face indifferent.

"Sect Master Yuan, what do you say?" Uncle Huang frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Yuan Zhai glanced at Ling Yu, nodded slightly, and said in a firm tone, "Mr. Ling is my friend, and if you target him, you will target me." ”

He trusts his decision.

"You ......" Kong Yan and the others hesitated.

The Xuanxin Sect and the Taiji Temple are both forces of the same level as the Battle Temple!

Sure enough, I failed......

(End of chapter)