"Ninth brother, this son is rampant, and the eleventh brother broke the pole and asked to fight. On the high platform, Lin Xiahou had been forced to stop his presiding work, he stood with his hands in his hands, silently staring at the arrogant young man sitting on the top of the sedan chair.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded in his ears, and after hearing the meaning, his lips moved slightly, and he used the sound transmission technique to slightly calm the owner of the voice, signaling him to calm down for a while.

The owner of this voice is his eleventh brother, Lin Poji. There are countless children of the Lin family, among them, the one who is the hero of the Lin family is Lin Jialu, the second lady of the Lin family, and the one who is the hero by force is his eleventh brother.

This son practiced qi at the age of three, built a foundation at the age of six, married a pill at the age of sixteen, and turned into a baby at the age of nineteen. He was born with boundless power, strange meridian bones, and a mysterious dragon elephant map, when he first entered the cultivation, he awakened the seventh-grade spirit vein Ruijin Fengmai, and was once considered to be the unborn genius of the Lin family.

Although Lin Poji has such a look, the white-haired young man who came to smash the field today is also very weird, and he killed six monks in the Dan stage in seconds, except for the strong monks who cultivated above the high level of the Yuan Infant Stage, he really couldn't think of any other characters who could do it.

So he doesn't want Lin Poji to make a move, at least, not now. Before finding out the details of the other party, all rash moves are risking their lives.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiahou turned his head and glanced at the people in the Feng family's seat, the white-haired young man, saying that he was sent by the Feng family, it was not impossible......

"Everyone, whoever can kill this arrogant hairy boy, I, Lin Xiahou, can promise him that my Lin family will contribute to ask him for a copy of the cultivation book of the Xiliang Palace's divine arts. ”

On the high platform, Lin Xiahou didn't know when there was a fiery red long sword in his hand, the long sword shone with a dazzling look, countless red spots of light flowed like liquid on it, circles of red runes rippled, and its edge was even more pointed at the white-haired young man on the top of the sedan chair.

"What, the Imperial Mansion Divine Technique, isn't that the legendary peerless technique that can advance to the Merge Stage by cultivating to the greatest achievement?"

"Yes, it seems that this son is arrogant and has completely angered the Lin family. ”

"Also, today is a happy day for the Fenglin family, this white-haired boy came out to stir up the situation, isn't this sincerely looking for death?"

"That's not necessarily, I think he easily killed six monks in the Dan stage in seconds, and his strength may not be simple. ”

.........

In the crowd, there were voices of controversy from time to time, some people felt disdain for Bai Ye's behavior, and some people also saw it a little more thoroughly, thinking that this white-haired young man who suddenly appeared and smashed the field was not as simple as it seemed.

"Hey, since you want to kill me so much, why don't you fight together?"

Bai Ye stood up from the top of the sedan chair, he also stood with his hands in his hands, and as he spoke, the demonic power of two colors, one black and one white, rose in the form of clouds and ink.

A strange glimmer flickered in his eyes, and at this moment, he glanced at the group of monks, giving people a sense of contempt for no reason.

"Vertical arrogance, wait for me to suppress you, let you know what a real strong man is!"

Around the white night, dozens of figures unconsciously surrounded him. Red flames burned all around them, and the divine light above their heads was like a fire god descending into the world, releasing the unique strong and tyrannical pressure of the Yuan Infant Stage, and oppressing towards the white night.

Since the previous flame Xuangang was all blocked by this young man, then they would strike together, in their opinion, this white-haired young man's cultivation would never be under any of them.

"Boom-"

In the burst sound of the flames tearing through the air, there were fifteen fists, shining with brilliant fire, with a terrifying aura of destruction, and bombarded towards the white night.

And Bai Ye was still standing in place, and he seemed indifferent to these fifteen terrifying fists that were powerful enough to seriously injure a Yuan Infant Monk in an instant.

"Ding. ”

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and immediately after, the crowd of onlookers who had already retreated into the distance found that the fifteen Yuanying monks who had surrounded the white night before had disappeared into the air.

A purple mist suddenly appeared in mid-air, it was pervasive, like chaos, but at the same time it was also evolving.

"Star potential, seven kills. The young man's cold voice rang out, and immediately afterward, no one could detect what was happening in the mist.

As the dazzling fragments flew down and the breeze blew, one figure after another reappeared in people's sight. They were armed with long swords, spears and clubs, or with their bare hands......

However, no matter how powerful they are, they can't hide their embarrassment. In just a few moments, they had already had a confrontation with White Night, and as a result, all of them were wounded.

Even if they sacrificed their magic weapons, exhausted their magical powers, and even cooperated with each other to use a powerful and terrifying combination method, they could not shake the young man in the slightest, but they were weaker in cultivation and could not come back.

"How is it possible, isn't this a monk of the Yuan Infant Stage?" the ten monks stepped into the air, their eyes full of shock as they stared at the purple mist in front of them.

When the purple mist cleared, the young man shook his long white hair, which was as bright as a galaxy, and appeared in front of the cultivators in a black and white power suit. His eyes flashed with war, and he was holding the intact wine glass, looking at everyone with a smile on his face.

The next moment, dozens of figures, with different colors flashing around them, holding powerful and terrifying magic weapons, appeared in front of Bai Ye.

In the face of interests, there will always be people who stand up. I have to say that in the eyes of these people, this is an excellent opportunity to curry favor with the Fenglin family, not to mention, as long as this arrogant young man is killed, there is also a gift of the royal mansion's divine arts.

This time, Bai Ye smiled, he suddenly appeared in front of a person, and then, I saw that person staring at him in horror, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness.

An arm, at a terrifying speed, penetrated his body, and in the face of the passing vitality, he could only struggle unwillingly, but while he struggled, he was also horrified to find that everything about himself was frozen by a terrifying chill.

............

At the last moment of his life, he could only slowly show a miserable self-deprecating smile, and then fell.

In the surprised and terrifying expressions of the monks, Bai Ye slowly pulled out his arm, he spread his hand, and saw a small golden bead floating on his palm, exuding an extraordinary aura.

It was the Yuan Ying of that person just now, but he was suppressed by Bai Ye with demonic power and forcibly condensed into the appearance of a golden pill. At this moment, it was constantly trembling, frantically hitting the black and white light curtain in the palm of Bai Ye's hand, trying to break through this restriction and escape.

"Let go of me, let go of me, let go—"

Immediately after, in front of everyone's eyes, the white-haired young man swallowed it in one gulp. He took a sip of his tea, put his glass in front of his eyes, and looked at the tea leaves in the cup, ignoring the monks who were staring at him.

And the voice of the fallen monk no longer echoes. Finally, his last hope was that he could take away the Yuan Infant of other people's bodies, and he was also devoured and refined.

He has completely fallen, there is absolutely no possibility of resurrection, and this person does not even have the qualifications for reincarnation.

"Don't think that if you swallow the pill, we won't be able to suppress you arrogant guy. ”

In the sky, dozens of Yuanying monks stood on the clouds, they stared at the white night, wanting to make a move, but they didn't want to be the first to make a move, they had a greedy desire in their hearts, and at the same time they had a fear of this young man.

They had to admit that this young man was really weird and terrifying. His unfathomable strength, his ghostly speed, and his strange and terrifying performance all shocked them.

Killing a monk in the Yudan stage in an instant, among this group of people driven by interests, there are also people who can do it, but it is a bit terrifying to instantly end the life of a Yuan Infant stage monk and let him die no longer be able to die.

He could easily end the life of a cultivator who was also a realm cultivator, so could it be the same for them?...... After killing one of them in White Nighttown, they wanted to strike again, but they wouldn't be as impulsive as they were just now.

"Stupid. ”

Bai Ye sighed helplessly, this era has actually fallen to this extent - there are still monks who don't know the method of seizing and giving up, and there are monks who don't know that through some normal methods, they can grow their own bodies by devouring other people's cultivation......

Also, if his behavior is known to this group of people, I am afraid that they will call him an evil cultivator again.

The whole scene fell silent. Whether it was those onlookers or the people who surrounded Bai Ye, they were all silent, not saying a word, not saying a word, Bai Ye's killing behavior had completely shocked these people.

"If you don't make a move, I'll take the people away. ”

The monks turned their heads, but saw that Bai Ye was already standing by the threshold of the Lin Mansion. He led Yun'er, who was dressed in a red wedding dress and covered with a red hijab, and the groom had turned into a dead corpse and was nailed to the door with a soft step.

"Boy, you're too rampant. ”

At the moment when Bai Ye turned around and wanted to leave, a voice sounded behind him. Bai Ye turned around, but saw two men in brocade robes, standing there, two swords, pointing at his back.

Bai Ye turned his head and looked at the two people with a blank face.

He held Yun'er, who was already dead, and held her corpse, as a person who was accustomed to killing, he could keenly feel that this little girl's bloodline had been forcibly changed.

Now she should be more like a puppet.

"I'm not used to being pointed at the back with a sword. ”

Bai Ye stated, and along with his words, there was a terrifying and brutal coercion. Black and white air currents swirled around him, circling and rising around him.

"Therefore you cannot stop me. ”

He smiled, raised his hand, and swung his fist.