Xiao Ling punched three times in a row, this person's body shook, avoided his three punches, and then waved his right hand, just about to fight back, Xiao Ling suddenly flipped his hands, and in an instant, it seemed like seven or eight arms were born.

"Huh?" This person who looked exactly like Xiao Ling suddenly pouted lightly, and there was a slight surprise in his tone.

What happened in this moment was too fast, Xiao Ling had been saving up for a long time, and the "interception" that had been passed on from the ninth generation of Yan Emperor Yu was finally hit.

As the name suggests, this "interception" is powerful enough to intercept the water of rivers and rivers, Xiao Ling divided his hands, and only felt that all the power contained in his body was sucked away in an instant, this can be called a terrifying "interception" shot, he clearly heard a "snort", it seemed that the space in front of him was intercepted and torn apart, and it was divided into two.

In an instant, he heard a "bang", and his hands hit the black robe of the person in front of him firmly.

This person snorted in his mouth, with a faint low smile, hissed, Xiao Ling felt that the black robe was hollow, as if there was no body inside, and the lower half of the "interception" style followed closely, Xiao Ling tore his hands, and the black robe was torn apart from it, but it was empty and empty, and there was nothing at all.

Xiao Ling felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he stared into the distance with an ugly face.

But twenty meters away from him, under a big tree, a figure was standing.

He looked exactly like Xiao Ling, wearing black clothes, and the black robe that was originally draped on the outside had disappeared.

"Okay." The man nodded and said, "There is ...... progress."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ling saw a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Xiao Ling's heart moved, and he suddenly felt that this person didn't seem to have any ill will towards him, but why did he look exactly like himself, and he was full of mystery, who was he?

Xiao Ling didn't continue to attack, in fact, the "interception" just now had drained all his strength, he was just barely standing now, he seemed to be calm and relaxed on the surface, but in fact, his legs were weak, and he was strong on the outside.

Although he failed to hurt this person, looking at the black robe torn by himself, Xiao Ling could feel his progress, the gap between himself and this person was shortening, at least this time, he really came into contact with the other party.

"Who the hell are you?" Xiao Ling finally spoke, and asked this sentence again in a low voice.

The man smiled, "Sooner or later, you will know, I hope this day will come sooner......"

As he said this, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and Jiang Leitian followed closely by Xiao Ling's side, like a loyal guard, his hands were clenched into fists, and the expression on his face was extremely solemn.

He could see that this person who looked exactly like Xiao Ling had a terrifying strength.

The current Xiao Ling is strong enough, especially the last blow "interception", which is even more terrifying, it can be said that that blow made his attack increase several times in an instant, but Rao is so, he can't hurt this person, this person's horror is unimaginable.

The man looked up at the sky, then suddenly lowered his head, looked at Xiao Ling, and continued: "I came here just to remind you, remember, don't trust anyone, including the closest people around you." ”

After saying this, his body shook, and suddenly disappeared into the rain curtain, although Xiao Ling opened his "eyes", he couldn't see how he left.

"Don't trust anyone? Including those closest to you? What does this mean, he means something...... But who is it referring to......" Xiao Ling's heart was awe-inspiring, and for some reason, he felt an indescribable chill.

"This person is so strong, he looks exactly like Emperor Yan." Jiang Leitian's voice sounded from his side, Xiao Ling came back to his senses, glanced at him, and found that Jiang Leitian's face was pale, his hands were clenched into fists, and he was drenched into chicken soup like him.

Xiao Ling's "eye sense" could observe the subtleties, and when he saw that the muscles on Jiang Leitian's face were trembling slightly, he knew in his heart that he was shocked by the mysterious person.

"I've met him a few times, but I never know where he is." Xiao Ling's brows furrowed slightly, but what he recalled in his mind was the process of the "interception" attack just now, this was the first time he used the "interception" in actual combat, and the power of this attack was beyond his imagination.

He remembered the last words of this mysterious man, but he didn't know if this person said it casually, or if he meant something, and he couldn't trust anyone, including the closest people around him, who was referring to him?

Parents? Zhou Kesheng? Or does it refer to Jiang Leitian? Or other relatives and friends?

Xiao Ling sighed secretly, and finally couldn't think about it, so he could only take Jiang Leitian home with him.

He introduced Jiang Leitian to his parents, saying that he was his friend and came to stay at home for a few days.

Xiao Hairong and Song Fengqin were very enthusiastic and entertained Jiang Leitian, but Jiang Leitian was very restrained, after all, he was now facing Emperor Yan's parents.

Three days later, on the appointed day, Xiao Ling made an excuse to go out to play for a few days, got Song Fengqin's Xu He, and then packed some change of clothes, went out with Jiang Leitian, and rushed to Zhou Kesheng's villa in the suburbs to meet.

Jiang Leitian was like a loyal servant, and even the box where the Zimu knife was placed helped Xiao Ling carry it on his back.

Now that Xiao Ling has the power to breathe the soil, he doesn't care so much about the Zimu Knife.

The rest of the earth is a divine object, which can be infinitely changing, as long as his mind moves, it can condense into the shape of a child's mother's knife, or it can be turned into a defensive shield, and its form is ever-changing, changing with his mind.

Although the Zimu knife is priceless and can be regarded as the crystallization of today's top craftsmanship, it is artificially created after all, and compared with Xiyang, it can only be regarded as a pile of mortal iron.

When he arrived at the villa, Xiao Ling found that everyone had gathered in the hall, in addition to Li Zhibao, Hu Shengzhe, Wang Lei, Yu Tingting and Pang Yan, who were there before, there were four more people.

Xiao Ling knew two of these four people.

One is Cao Mingyi, who went to "Shennongjia" together, who belongs to the master who has just touched the threshold of "darkness", and the other is Guo Yongchang, a boxing instructor in the "Black Fire Training Camp".

Seeing Guo Yongchang, Xiao Ling was very happy and hurriedly greeted him.

This Guo Yongchang had a cold face and a warm heart, when he left the training palace, he once gave him a prescription, with this prescription, Xiao Ling refined a big tonic pill, and the effect was very good, which made him very grateful.

"Instructor." Xiao Ling stepped forward, still using the title of "Black Fire Training Camp".

Guo Yongchang bowed slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

After that, Xiao Ling called Uncle Cao again.

Cao Mingyi wore a hat with a low brim, smiled at Xiao Ling, and nodded continuously.