A month later, in the valley of the first line of heaven, a young man in rags made a palm, and every time he made a palm, a strong wind whistled by.

Either freeze the waterfall on the side into ice, and the water of the waterfall will be directly snowflakes falling.

This is the second layer of the Ice Palm, which turns ice into snow.

In the canyon of the first line of sky, snowflakes fall, the temperature drops suddenly, and the chill is biting.

The young man palmed again, and the snowflakes instantly turned into the original waterfall, and the temperature also rose suddenly, and he had already practiced the ice and snow palms to the extreme.

This ragged young man is naturally a night owl.

After a month of cultivation, the night owl has practiced the Heavenly Demon Sword and Ice and Snow Palm to the extreme, and at the same time, because of the effect of medicinal materials, coupled with the night owl's hegemonic physique, the night owl realm has been upgraded to the ninth level of the qi martial realm.

The current night owl is already the first disciple of the outer sect of the Qingyun Sect just in the realm, and the original talent of the first disciple of the outer sect is only the eightfold peak realm of the qi martial realm.

Night Stalker is looking forward to what kind of strength he has now.

The night owl came out of the first line of heaven and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion first to return the exercises and martial arts.

The old man guarding the Scripture Pavilion looked at the night owl who had not been seen for a month, and his realm had improved, and his whole person's momentum was more tenacious than before, his skin was darker than before, and the clothes on his body were also ragged.

The old man's eyes flashed with appreciation as he looked at the night owl.

The night owl said politely: "Senior, this is the martial art I selected last time, I'll return the book." ”

"Hmm." The old man answered lazily, and then did a good job of registration, not taking care of the night owl.

"The seniors, the juniors have said goodbye." The night owl said with a polite bow.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stopped at the night owl.

It wasn't until the night owl turned around that the old man opened his eyes and looked at the night owl's back, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

The old man whispered to himself, "This young man is very interesting, talented, polite, and a good talent. ”

The old man had already decided in his heart that after the sect competition, he would provide good resources for the night stalker and cultivate him, after all, there were not many young people like the night stalker now.

There are really not many gifted, polite young people.

The night owl came out of the scripture pavilion and prepared to go back to his residence to take a shower and change his clothes.

As the night owl passed through a forest, a faint voice came into the night owl's ears.

"Don't worry, as long as you follow me, no one in the Qingyun Sect will dare to bully you from now on, so you can get rid of me quickly." An extremely obscene man's voice.

Night stalkers, who have been through so many things, are no stranger to such things.

The night owl shook his head secretly, those so-called geniuses are all doing this, bullying the weak is something.

The Night Stalker was about to ignore it, but another voice came.

"You dream, even if Faye Wong dies, I won't let you succeed."

"Faye Wong?" The night owl caught two words, and the voice is very familiar, it should be Faye Wong.

The night owl frowned and walked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that in the depths of the bamboo forest, a man was crushing a woman under him and trying to rape her.

Faye Wong, who was pressed under her, struggled to resist, but in front of the man, she had no ability to resist at all, and Faye Wong was almost desperate at this time.

"Smack."

Suddenly, under Faye Wong's struggle, the man snapped directly on Faye Wong's face, and instantly a palm print appeared on Faye Wong's face, which was particularly clear.

"What the hell are you pretending to be a chaste martyr, let Lao Tzu refresh and have a lot of meat, even if you want to complain, don't complain about me, if you want to complain, complain about the night owl, Shangguan Zhe is not something he can afford to offend, he is something." The man said fiercely to Wong Fett.

"Get out of here, get out." Faye Wong struggled hard.

But in front of this man, Faye Wong couldn't struggle no matter how much she struggled.

The night owl walked into the bamboo forest and saw this scene.

A cold and piercing chill bloomed from his body, and the air instantly became cold, and the coldness that penetrated deep into his soul made the person who was crawling on Faye Wong couldn't help but shiver.

"Brute, stop." The night owl looked at the man who was trying to molest him with a cold look in his eyes.

"Who doesn't have long eyes, why don't you get out of ...... with Lao Tzu" After the man finished speaking, he turned his head and saw a chill night owl, and the whole person was stunned.

Faye Wong took the opportunity to break free, tidied up her clothes, and walked to the night owl's side.

At this time, the night owl was like a god to Faye Wong, and she appeared when she needed it most.

The night owl looked at Faye Wong, who was very embarrassed, took off his tattered hanging robe and draped it on Faye Wong's body.

"Yo, I thought it was someone, it turned out to be the famous night owl." The man looked at the night owl with a scowling expression.

The night owl put on Faye Wong's clothes, and then turned his head to look at the man coldly, and a cold sword light shot out of the night owl's eyes.

The man's body trembled slightly, and the fat on his body shook a few times.

But it was only for a moment, the man recovered, in his eyes, even if the night owl was powerful, he didn't put it in his eyes, after all, he himself was a recultivation of the Spirit Martial Realm, and the night owl was a thing, from the momentum he exuded was only a recultivation of the Martial Realm Nine Recultivation.

The man thought that his realm was stronger than that of the night owl, and he thought that he had a strong backer, and the night owl was just a new disciple who had just started, what was it?

Not his opponent at all.

When the man thought about it, he didn't care about the night owl even more.

The momentum on the man's body emanated, and as soon as the Lingwu Realm was recultivated, it was much stronger than the night owl in terms of momentum, looking at the night owl and saying coldly: "If I were you, just be interesting, hurry up, don't disturb my good things." ”

Night Stalk's eyes narrowed, his hand rested on his waist, and he drew his soft sword.

The man picked up the night owl's movements, hooked his lips and smiled: "Don't measure yourself, do you think that you can defeat me with a few moves in Shangguan Zhe's hands, I will let you see what is the gap in the Spirit Martial Realm today." ”

The man's figure flashed and he shouted, "Fat." ”

Immediately, a howling wind tore through the air and blasted straight towards the night owl.

The night owl remained motionless, swinging the soft sword in his hand, a white sword staggering on the sword, and the night owl stabbed towards the weakest point where the man blasted.

Soon, the force of the torn air instantly dispersed.

The night owl continued to swing the sword in his hand, locking the man with sword intent.

The man's brows furrowed, feeling that he was being controlled by an idea, and he followed wherever he went, and the man felt an aura of fear.

"Heavenly Demon Sword."

The night owl roared, and a white sword pierced through the man's heart.

The man's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at the night owl incredulously.