"It seems that you seem to have some tricks in this kid's hands, and you can only do it for him!" "The Heavenly Patriarch is not stupid, and he immediately saw the trickiness in it, and he couldn't help laughing, and his words were full of ridicule and irony. "It's sad to be pinched to death by a junior, it's sad, it's sad!"

"You're looking for death!" Shui Lingyun's ridicule angered Shui Lingyun, originally he just wanted to pretend and use up this summon to get away with it, but now he was provoked by this Heavenly Patriarch, and finally stimulated the true fire.

With a boom, a purple thunderbolt quickly slashed towards the Heavenly Sect Patriarch.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!" The Heavenly Patriarch didn't dodge or dodge, and punched out, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and then it was like a bowl of clear water that was constantly becoming turbid and thick, and the air in the entire space turned into a viscous white liquid, as if it was a silk thread spit out by a silkworm.

The thunder bombarded with the viscous liquid, and the liquid was instantly baked into a charred black solid by the high temperature, but it still prevented the thunder from continuing to attack.

"It seems that there are still two hands ......" Shui Lingyun put away his contempt, the other party seemed to be between strength and himself, and he needed to deal with it wholeheartedly.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer, the onlookers are all knowledgeable, knowing that these two doppelgangers are extraordinary, and they will not take human life seriously, if they don't stand in the battle formation with long eyes, they will definitely become cannon fodder, and there is no place to cry, they have fled far away, and the farther away from the two, the better.

The strength of the two is half a pound and eight taels, no one can help anyone, although the fight is loud, but there is no death, although you come and go, although it is lively, but it is just for people to see.

"It seems that you won't show your true skills without adding fire!" Wang Yin snorted coldly, and suddenly he flashed and came to Elder Tianluomen.

"What do you want to do?" The elder was watching the battle with all his heart, but he didn't expect that this young man would suddenly rush in front of him, and before he could defend himself, this young man had already smashed into him with a punch.

The elder was half frightened to death, and the sword light emitted by Wang Yin's casual sword just now made him vomit blood—or under the premise that he used the Tianluo Net to defend it—now it looked like a fierce punch, where did he dare to resist directly, and he hurriedly retreated.

But where is his speed as fast as Wang Yin, he can only watch in horror as the fist rapidly expands in front of his eyes, and the punch hits his midriff.

The elder immediately felt a burst sensation throughout his skull.

It flew out like an arrow from a string, hitting the rocks, rumbling, and all the internal organs were displaced.

"Kid Erdare?" The patriarch of Tianluomen didn't expect this young man to be so bold and dare to kill the disciple under his nose, and immediately became angry, tried his best to make a few moves, and hindered Shui Lingyun slightly, and was about to rush over to deal with Wang Yin.

"If he comes, the first one to shatter must be the advent charm!" Wang Yin's cold voice sounded in Shui Lingyun's ears.

Shui Lingyun can't do his work, he can't see it.

Sure enough, it was not to Wang Yin's surprise, and before the words fell, Shui Lingyun dodged and stopped the Tianluomen Patriarch again.

"Do you have to stop me, don't think I'm afraid of you!" was stopped by Shui Lingyun several times, and the anger of the Heavenly Sect Patriarch finally broke out.

"If you have any ability, just let the horse come!" Although Shui Lingyun was used by Wang Yin, he was depressed in his heart, but the martial artist was light, and when facing the Tianluomen Patriarch, he also had his own arrogance, how could he be soft.

Boom! The two fought again.

And Wang Yin had already taken this opportunity to take the Tianluo net in the elder's hand.

No disciple of Tianluomen dared to stop it, and the patriarch wanted to stop it, but Shui Lingyun and his strength were between him, and there was no chance to be distracted at all, so he could only watch Wang Yin easily take away the treasures of his sect, and the anger in his heart had accumulated to the extreme, and he was about to vomit blood.

The other two leaders of the Great Gate Sect looked at all this, took a deep breath of cold air, and secretly rejoiced in their hearts that they had not offended this young man, otherwise I am afraid that the treasures of their own sect would also be lost.

Thinking of the treasure, both of them stared at Wang Yin nervously, only to find that he did not have the slightest intention of coveting their treasure, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this young man has clear grievances, and he is not a scheming person!" The two glanced at each other, and both saw the appreciation and admiration for this young man in each other's eyes.

"Originally, I didn't have any interest in taking your broken fishing net, but it was too unauthentic for you to ask someone to do things but not give money, since you can't take out the spade, then use this broken fishing net to pay off the debt, I reluctantly accepted it!" Wang Yin took the Tianluo net, and did not forget to ridicule it.

"Poof!" Patriarch Tianluomen couldn't hold back any longer with a mouthful of old blood, and spit it out directly.

Is the value of the net comparable to that of the 10,000 spars on this day? But it is useless to say anything now, this young man's reason sounds completely legitimate, who calls his own sect disciples not to fight for themselves, they do not know how to look at the situation, and they do not know how to admit it. Now that he has been beaten in vain, and he has to put on a treasure, the Patriarch of Tianlomon feels that the most depressed day of his life is today.

Just when Shui Lingyun and the two were fighting wildly, the rest of the people looked at Wang Yin and didn't dare to move. There was another strange cry throughout the valley, as if it were the call of the mother beast to the young beast, and like a sad lament.

Is the royal flower coming out?

Everyone was puzzled, and some of the scattered cultivators were even more frightened and trembling, and if there was another wave, they would probably have to explain here.

Instinctively, they moved closer to Wang Yin, and when they got closer, hundreds of people surrounded Wang Yin with the same thoughts, as if only Wang Yin was the savior.

Even the disciples of the three major sects were pale, if there were any more monsters that could not be killed like the flower demon beast just now, they didn't know how long the sect without the best spar would be able to resist.

Only Wang Yin is the most calm, no matter what tricks the king plays, he will take it.

It was just that in the midst of fear, Wang Yin also felt a few vague and greedy gazes, which came from the gaze of some martial cultivators.

Obviously, they decided that Wang Yin's strength was nothing more than that, after all, the Nightmare World had an upper limit of strength, and Wang Yin was only at the peak of the tenth-level battle martial arts cultivation at most, even if he was stronger than them, his strength was limited.

The reason why he was able to easily kill the Flower Demon Beast was only because of the sword in his hand. They all have to have this "magical" sword!

The whole valley suddenly shook, and after the sound of a landslide cracking the ground, the originally closed road actually opened.