While taking [Xuantian Pill] and cultivating at the same time, Ye Qingyu's strength increased extremely fast.

Three days later, he added two more spiritual springs, reaching the realm of thirty-two spiritual springs.

And because of alchemy, Ye Qingyu quickly increased the strength of his new adaptation and mastered it.

Noon on the third day.

Ye Qingyu ended this short cultivation and went to the Hundred Grass Hall.

If you can sell the Danfang and get fifty catties of source crystals, it will naturally be the best result.

But if the other party doesn't make a bid, then relying on constantly refining the Xuantian Pill and increasing cultivation while cultivating is also a rapid cultivation path.

Either way, there will be a result today.

This matter, although it is not big or small, still has some impact on Ye Qingyu's next plan.

During lunch, Ye Qingyu instructed Bai Yuanxing, Jin Ling'er and others to cultivate.

Jin Ling'er is already a cultivator in the third realm of Fanwu, growing rapidly, Li Ying and Li Qi have also entered the first realm of Fanwu, only Bai Yuanxing, the oldest and earliest person in cultivation, is still stagnant in the fourth realm of Fanwu because of his qualifications.

Ye Qingyu didn't have any better way for a while.

Even if it is the [Xuantian Pill], it only increases the cultivation of martial artists, and it cannot cut off the hair and marrow, unless it is like Ye Congyun, who gets a drop of blood from a peak top powerhouse...... But this is not 100% successful, Bai Yuanxing's mental cultivation is much, much worse than Ye Congyun.

Fortunately, Bai Yuanxing seemed to have accepted all this calmly, without any frustration, and was still cultivating diligently and assiduously.

After eating, Ye Qingyu left the White Horse Tower and walked directly towards Baicaotang.

There are still not many people on the streets.

Everywhere it looks a little depressed.

But Ye Qingyu no longer cared about this.

Lu Chaoge's injuries have recovered.

This means that everything will soon be settled.

It's just that he didn't know why, walking and walking, Ye Qingyu suddenly felt that something didn't seem right.

The surroundings remain the same.

But Ye Qingyu felt a burst of heart beating without warning.

It was as if something terrible was about to happen.

"Could it be a 'whim'?"

Ye Qingyu was slightly surprised in his heart.

When the cultivation of Yuanqi Martial Arts is extremely deep, some strong people with outstanding talents will vaguely have a subconscious sense of good luck and evil, which is the so-called 'whim', the great luck and great evil are related to their own fate, and the cultivation of Yuanqi Martial Arts is also a process of reversing the fate of their own body, among them, there is an indescribable connection.

Ye Qingyu felt an inexplicable heartbeat.

When he came out of the White Horse Tower, this feeling was not clear, but the more he walked, the clearer it became, and the vitality in his body was violent and impetuous, and there was a faint tendency that was difficult to suppress.

"Could it be that Song Xiaojun will be in danger?"

Ye Qingyu thought in his heart.

But thinking about it, it shouldn't be, the stupid dog Xiaojiu was sent to Song Xiaojun's side, and if the situation was not right, he should be the first to notify himself.

Ye Qingyu shook his head.

It may be that during this time, the mind is overconsumed, so there is a delusion.

At this time, it was not very far from the Treasure Hundred Grass Hall.

Ye Qingyu turned into a remote alley next to him, ready to change into the snow-white hoodie and change his identity.

But the moment he stepped into the alley, a mutation occurred.

All the noise of the voice, in this instant, suddenly disappeared.

There were strange ripples in the air, and then everything in the entire alley disappeared, and the alley, which was originally only a hundred meters, instantly turned into a long alley with no end in sight, and there was silence between heaven and earth, and the world seemed to lose its voice in an instant.

"Rune Formation!"

Ye Qingyu's heart was beating wildly, and the alarm was suddenly born.

Someone has to deal with themselves.

He immediately realized what was going on with his heart beating just now.

And almost at the same time, without giving Ye Qingyu any time to react, a dark red blade appeared silently from behind, piercing Ye Qingyu's body and piercing through his chest.

A white figure without a face appeared behind Ye Qingyu like a ghost.

The dark red blade, like flowing poisonous blood, was in his hand.

"Assert ......"

The harsh and ugly voice like a night owl came from under the white treacherous face with no facial features and nose.

The sound was as eerie as a broken drum that had been masked vibrating.

"[Youyan Yiye], but that's it. ”

The white figure with no facial features laughed cruelly, and the dark red blade in his hand writhed and pulled.

The fish intestine barbs on the back of the blade hook the viscera, and the moment it is pulled out, it can instantly crush the opponent's internal organs, for this white ghostly figure, watching the opponent's intestines break in the painful wail, and the moment blood splatters out, what a beautiful picture.

But—

"Really?"

A calm voice came from behind a white ghostly figure with no facial features.

In Ye Qingyu's pierced body, there was not the slightest drop of blood flowing out.

Boom!

With a soft sound, the pierced body suddenly turned into a white shadow, like a white mist, forming a vague figure.

Ye Qingyu's true body disappeared.

"What?"

The facial features are blurred, and the ghostly figure realizes that something is wrong.

He paused slightly, and suddenly rushed forward, trying to distance himself.

But at the same time—

"Hehehehehehe......"

Cold and merciless, like a voice of cold mockery and contempt for life.

The indescribable murderous intent, like substance, stings the skin and boils.

In the surrounding void, in the four directions of the front and back, left and right, there were four pale ripples again, and the cold ridicule permeated the entire long white box, just look at the four white ripples, there was a faint mist figure as if stepping through time and space, as fast as thunder and lightning, hunting and killing.

In the midst of the hunt, the heart is the white shadow with blurred facial features.

An icy murderous aura permeated the void.

A cold and fierce force instantly submerged the white shadow.

In the next moment, countless terrifying blade marks appeared on the white shadow's body, the skin and flesh opened, and the white frost seeped into the wound like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

"It's ...... What kind of combat skills?"

The uncanny roar of the white shadow.

"Killing techniques. ”

A calm voice rang out.

The figure of Ye Qingyu, who had disappeared before, appeared beside the white shadow.

The white clothes are like jade, and the green hair is like a waterfall.

Where is the slightest injury on his body?

Without waiting for the white shadow to react, two hexagonal crystal snowflakes as big as pot lids, beautiful as the elves of heaven and earth, roared out from Ye Qingyu's palm, as fast as lightning, and slashed at the white figure's body.

Blood splattered.

The white figure staggered back, and the white light flashed and disappeared in place.

In the next moment, he actually appeared twenty meters away.

"Okay, good, I didn't expect [Youyan Yiye] to be proficient in such an assassination technique......" The white figure sneered grimly, with no facial features, as if it was covered by a sticky dough on its face, although it had no expression, but it still conveyed an extremely cruel and resentful look in the hideousness, and said coldly: "This is not a killing martial art in the army, are you a descendant of the sect?"

"Who are you, and why are you here to kill me?"

Ye Qingyu didn't answer, his eyes were as bright as a sword, and he asked rhetorically.

"Guy, idiot's question, don't you know, in this Youyan Pass, I don't know how many people want to kill you......?

The white figure scoffed.

He pulled out the six-sided ice crystal snowflake embedded in his right shoulder and lower abdomen, and said with a miserable smile, "In a head-to-head battle, the sect is not as good as the army, the conspiracy is treacherous, but the sect doesn't know how much stronger it is than the army, even if it is the fate of the snow country, it is not as good as the head of the sect, if you offend the sect, you will definitely die, you will not die this time, and next time, next time, you will be ...... This time you are lucky, next time, I will kill you again, until you see your intestines and organs shattered, and watch your relatives die in front of you......"

"Do you think I'll give you a chance to leave alive?" Ye Qingyu sneered.

The faceless white ghost voice was hideous: "Then I can't help you, I want to leave, with your cultivation, you can't stop me...... In this white ghost enchantment, I come and go without hindrance. ”

This is where his self-confidence lies.

So after missing a blow, he didn't leave in the first place.

For a killer, this is a big taboo.

But he really couldn't swallow this breath, an opponent who was originally regarded as a casual killer could be killed, but instead killed himself, he wanted to use words to leave a shadow on the opponent's heart, for the next assassination, planting seeds.

"Yes, I'm afraid you're overconfident. ”

Ye Qingyu knew that he couldn't ask anything again, so he didn't show mercy anymore.

His figure suddenly faded, turning into a white humanoid mist.

"Huh?"

The white figure instinctively sensed the danger.

It was only at this time that he was surprised to find that he didn't know when, there had always been a faint white cold mist on his side.

Shout!

When Ye Qingyu's figure disappeared in the distance, this white cold mist, which was as still as death, suddenly came to life, and the mist flowed, instantly turning into Ye Qingyu's true body.

False and real, unpredictable.

Woohoo!

Ice crystals and snowflakes burst into the sky.

Palm-sized snowflakes, crystal clear, like elves.

They were originally one of the most beautiful and intoxicating in the world, but when they flew up, sliced through the void, and tore the air into river cracks, these beautiful snowflakes became the most terrifying, sharpest and deadliest weapons of all.

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