Who is the Night King? That's the royal family of the first force of the Central Empire! It is also a strong party! The supreme king! And what's even more frightening is the Night King's bloody ruthlessness! Iron-blooded means of both good and evil! That's definitely a murderous lord who doesn't blink! And in the world of cultivating immortals, mortals have always been just ants!

And now the little sister can stand in front of him and make a big noise, but fortunately, the Night King didn't care! And Senior Sister Ye, it's not something they can offend and abuse at will!

The man in white glanced at the trembling woman in the pink and purple dress beside him, his thin lips were pursed, his expression was cold, and he decisively put his fingers together, and a spiritual light shot out - the next moment!

"Ah——!!h

"Click-"

The sound of broken bones came out clearly, accompanied by the woman's screams, crying hoarsely: "Brother! It hurts!! ”

The lotus flower was lying on the ground in such a mess, her legs twisted in a strange arc, obviously both broken, she only felt the hot pain in her legs, and a warm liquid flowed out from the crook of her legs, making her face instantly turn pale.

Even if she is a jerk, she clearly knows that this time she ...... It's someone who provokes a lot of people, and even the eldest brother doesn't look at her anymore.

Withdrawing his hand, the man in white also looked at himself, the He family is just this girl, he is just this sister, how can he not feel distressed, but if he doesn't make a move first to show his attitude, the matter will be so troubled to the elders, it will not be so frivolous and can be ended, and whether the little sister's life can be saved is a question.

The man in white looked sincere, and his voice was slightly helpless: "Senior Sister Ye, the disciple is not strict in discipline, and I hope that Senior Sister Ye's subordinates will show mercy." ”

Ye Lingmei's eyes were shining, and she seemed to be smiling: "Since my junior brother is like this, I won't care about it anymore, and there will be a ...... next time."

This little junior brother took the lead, and seemed to be ruthless to his sister, and killed his relatives in righteousness, but in fact, it was specially made for her to see, if she really did it, this woman insulted her so much, if she didn't die, she would have to peel off her skin!

The man in white's heart jumped, and he hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, Senior Sister Ye." ”

Immediately, he reached out and picked up the bloodstained woman, and with a light touch on her toes, she disappeared in front of her in a few ups and downs.

……

In the next month, Ye Ling went into a comprehensive retreat, spent his mind, fused nearly 100 kinds of elixirs, and finally on the last day of the agreed month, Dan Cheng was released!

On the streets of Mocheng, a man in red is unbridled and unparalleled! Under the mandala mask, only a delicate and angular hooking jaw is exposed, and the aura around the body is bewitching and dangerous, but it is also wanton! What a noble and terrible evil man!

The figure finally stopped at the end of the Mocheng - Moge Auction, the ink hair was blown up by the wind, as if a pair of hands were gently ruffling her hair and flying in the air! The golden mask bloomed with bewitching flowers, making her look so mysterious and weird.

At the gate of the ink pavilion, as always, it is luxurious, carved beams and painted buildings, flying houses and flowing pavilions, the layers are scattered, and the structure is exquisite and atmospheric! When the monk guarding the door saw the visitor, his face tightened, and he subconsciously saluted, with respect in his demeanor: "Elder Night." ”

"Hmm." Ye Ling's voice was calm and elegant, although it was so, he didn't dare to let people have a trace of contempt and neglect: "Where is Elder Mo Yi?" ”

"Elder Hui Night, Elder Mo Yi Xu is going out to discuss cooperation with the Hidden Pavilion, you can go back in half an hour, why don't Elder Night wait?" The monk on guard looked at her cautiously, but told her the truth.

"Hmm." Ye Ling's handsome face had a bloodthirsty and charming smile, and Ling Ran, who was dressed in red, calmly and dignified, stepped into the main hall of the Ink Pavilion.

Seeing this, the monk guarding the door secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this night elder is considered the pinnacle of the alchemy world, where is the existence that they can touch? is just a face, the bloody killing intent that is not angry and self-threatening, and the noble temperament of the demon and evil spirit, is destined to be an existence that people dare not look at directly!

In the main hall, several middle-aged men fixed their eyes on her, a young man, dressed in red, elegant and noble, but why did he wear such a strange mask on his face? Ambiguous 43

The newly appointed Huang Steward of the Ink Pavilion frowned with some doubts, he had only been in the Ink Pavilion for more than a month, so naturally he didn't know such a person as Elder Night: "May I ask what is the matter with Your Excellency?" ”

Ye Ling leaned lazily and lightly on the chair, glanced at those people, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a somewhat playful smile: "Wait for someone, you don't have to pay attention to me." ”

Steward Huang glanced at the young man in surprise, and secretly thought: Those who can enter the Moge Hall to trade are all people from various families or sects, and I think this young man also came in under the name of the family, but this has nothing to do with him, even if he doesn't have to pay attention to it, he doesn't need to rush up to make friends.

"Steward Huang, we've traded so many times, and it's not that I don't understand the rules of the Ink Pavilion, it's just that this rule ...... It can still vary from person to person......" Opposite the yellow steward, a blue-robed man said in a low voice, with a little darkness in his eyes.

Hearing this, Steward Huang's eyes flashed slightly, and his heart moved slightly: he had indeed traded with this person many times in the past month or so, and he had taken advantage of his position and used the excuse of important matters in the Ink Pavilion to turn around the various elders' mansions in a month, and lent the Elder of the Ink Pavilion to this person to dig spiritual ore in the eastern stronghold of the Ink Pavilion! And this person provides hundreds of top-grade spirit stones for him to cultivate every month, hundreds of top-grade spirit stones, which are millions of low-grade spirit stones! How could he not be impressed......

It's just that......

The Mo Pavilion Elder Order is not so easy to fool, the Mo Pavilion Elder Order has almost been borrowed, if it is shot again, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of those old guys, and today, Elder Mo Yi will return soon, and it is too dangerous to make another move.

The blue-robed man saw that the yellow steward's expression was uncertain, presumably just- the chips he gave were not enough to induce the greedy steward to take care of him, so-

"It's done here, Huang is in charge, and the chips are thirty percent!"

The yellow steward raised his head violently, his heart beat faster, and contracted violently! Thirty percent! What a concept that! A full three hundred top-grade spirit stones! Tens of millions of low-grade spirit stones! That's enough for him to practice for ten years! With such resources, why can't he break through the late stage of foundation building and enter the Yuan Infant in one fell swoop? It's just that where should I borrow this elder's order......

At the curtain of the main hall, Steward Huang's eyes were gloomy, his hands were clenched and tight, and as soon as Fang raised his eyes, the focus of his gaze, which was originally random, was fixed between Ye Ling's fingers.

Sure enough, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

That's—Elder Ink Pavilion Order!

I saw the figure of the young man in red lazy and casual, and under the weird mandala mask was a beautiful and amazing jaw, with smooth and sharp lines! Demon and evil, between the five fingers of the fair-skinned and slender and distinct bones, a black-covered elder order is more and more conspicuous.

With Steward Huang's gaze, the blue-robed man also saw the elder order on the fingertips of the young man in red, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed, this spiritual mine in the Eastern Ink Pavilion stronghold, the place he was digging now, had not been reported to the Ink Pavilion headquarters, so this matter was only clear to Steward Huang except for his people.

Now that the Elder Order is close at hand, he will definitely not let it go, even if he cheats, he will also cheat! It's just that the person who speaks, naturally this yellow steward is better at talking.

"Yellow Steward," the blue-robed man transmitted, his voice calm: "You also know that the spirit mine in the eastern stronghold of the Moge Pavilion has not been reported to the headquarters, then, calculated, we are also three or seven points, there are your interests and my interests, this elder ordered ......" The rest of the words, the blue-robed man did not finish speaking, the yellow steward looked at him, he couldn't understand what he meant......

Steward Huang paused for a long time, frowned slightly, and said, "I'm just afraid of this...... It's hard to say, no one who can get the elder's order has a simple identity background, and the consequences are ......."

The blue-robed man's eyes flashed with sneer and disdain: "Huang Guan, you haven't done much like this?" Is it the rules that matter, or is it ...... Is self-interest more important? The blue-robed man smiled and made a gesture of please, letting him go first.

Huang Guan moved his lips, but finally didn't say anything, and walked away in the direction of the young man in red in the distance.

The young man sitting on the right side of the main hall is dazzling in red! This cultivation seems to be only in the early stage of foundation building, and it is not like the regular sitting posture of ordinary sect families.

The young man in red was lazily reclining, casually crossing Erlang's legs, lazy with a bit of evil and unrestrained, a little unruly, and a young ruffian.

It seems that he is just the second ancestor of a family, relying on the family to show off his might, and such a person, as long as he follows him, is the best to fool.

Thinking of this, the Yellow Steward showed a warm smile, and even more modestly bowed: "I am the Yellow Steward of the Ink Pavilion, I don't know who Your Excellency is waiting for?" What do you call it? ”