The words of the Autumn Night Sword were like sharp knives that scraped the hearts of the cultivators of the Wonton Empire present.

Yun Yu and the others obviously heard these words, and a killing intent instantly condensed in their eyes.

He was born in the royal family, and he is the emperor of the Wanton Empire, and he is born with a heavy responsibility.

How can he endure the fact that there are people who have humiliated his empire to his face today?

But at this moment, a roar sounded.

Then a man and a beast slowly came, and behind them there were thousands of guards.

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"This is Qiu Lin, and the mount under him is actually the holy beast of the imperial family of the Tyumen Empire." Someone exclaimed.

Hearing this, many people frowned.

Qiu Lin, a member of the imperial family of the Tyumen Empire, is a genius of the Tyumen Empire.

His talent is unparalleled, rare for hundreds of years, and now he is only sixteen years old, and he has already condensed the Xuandan, and some people even rumor that he can turn into a saint at the age of eighteen.

This kind of talent, even the Xuanjing Sect was shocked, and wanted to take it under the door.

"The holy beast of the royal family is extremely unruly, and even the imperial lord doesn't pay attention to it, but I didn't expect it to be willing to be a mount for Qiu Lin." Even if it was a cultivator in the Tyumen Empire, it was shocking.

Many people are clear about this holy beast.

More than a hundred years ago, a generation of emperors of the Tyumen Empire rescued a spirit beast and brought it back to the imperial family while training in the mountains.

Even put it in the spirit pool of the Tyumen Empire to heal its injuries, which also made the spirit beast have a chance, not only to recover from its injuries completely, but also to become a holy beast.

Since then, this Blood Spirit Sacred Leopard has become the guardian holy beast of the royal family until today.

It is precisely because of this holy beast that the royal family of the Wanton Empire has fallen into inferiority.

After all, a holy beast is equivalent to a Saint Transformation Realm cultivator, and its power is extremely shocking.

"And when Qiu Lin travels, he is actually accompanied by the royal family's guards, and even beside him, there are many cultivators with strong breath, who really attach importance to them." More people looked at the thousands of guards and exclaimed.

Staring at all this, Yun Yu finally took a deep breath.

Suppress the anger just now!

In the face of this, he didn't dare to make another move.

"Lin'er, I didn't expect you to come too." Seeing this, Qiu Yejian immediately stepped forward, the arrogance just now was gone, and there was an instant smile in his eyes.

Although Qiu Yejian is an elder, everyone can really see the young man in front of him, and there is a look of awe in his eyes.

It's respect for genius!

"Hmm!" Qiu Lin nodded, and then looked around, many people didn't dare to meet his dark eyes.

Then Qiu Lin spoke: "I should have come here a long time ago, but I have been waiting. Now I heard that there have been many strong people during this time, and even many geniuses of the Wonton Empire have tried their best to blend in, so ...... I'm also here, and it's interesting to compete with the geniuses of the Quartet for the flame in the Hundred Fire God Cave. ”

Hearing this, many people were surprised.

"Moreover, the top ten flames, I don't know how many years they have existed, no one has been able to refine and subdue them. This time, I'm going to see if I'm the first to subdue the top ten flames, or the first to subdue the Wanton Empire or even other cultivators? Qiu Lin spoke again, and his voice contained spiritual power, echoing in all directions.

This kind of arrogance can't help but admire.

"This is the genius of our Tyumen Empire, it is really extraordinary, how can your Wanton Empire compare with it?" Qiu Yejian sneered, his tone mixed with mockery of the Wonton Empire.

These words sounded, which made Yun Yu's face even pale.

And Yun Mengrou also clenched her fists and was angry.

"Although you have geniuses in the Tyumen Empire, my Wonton Empire is not bad, and in our Empire, there is Lin Yan. Lin Yan alone can rival the tens of millions of geniuses of your empire! But at this time, someone also spoke.

Although this person was wearing a black cloak, it was impossible to tell who it was.

But just this one sentence also revealed his identity from the Wanton Empire.

The corner of the autumn night sword bent a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly made a move, and the power instantly went towards the person, wanting to kill this person on the spot.

The moment he made his move, he said even more coldly: "I have warned you a long time ago, if the cultivators of the Wanton Empire do not leave, I will kill one by one!" ”

Looking at this, the cultivators of the Wanton Empire were even more silent, not daring to say more, for fear of getting into trouble.

Even when they looked at the man, they cast a hint of sympathy.

But that's not all.

This place is the territory of the Tyuming Empire, there are cultivators like the Autumn Night Sword, and there are geniuses like Qiu Lin, and there are even holy beasts, thousands of guards, and many strong people.

How dare they do it?

The cultivators of the Wanton Empire were able to come here, and their strength was not weak.

On weekdays, cultivators stomp their feet and shake a large area, but in the face of this today, they can only endure it.

Rao is Yun Yu and Yun Mengrou can only clench their teeth.

Suddenly, so many strong men and guards came, if they made another move at this time, once their identities were revealed, how could the Tyumen royal family let go of a good opportunity to kill them?

Therefore, even they had to endure it and did not dare to say a word.

This scene also made the cultivators of the Wonton Empire feel extremely aggrieved.

Even many people are sighing inwardly.

Being humiliated in public, the cultivators of their own empire were about to be killed, and they could only watch indifferently and not move a single step.

How could they ever be so aggrieved?

"If that person was there, would he have made a move?" Yun Mengrou's beautiful appearance rippled, and he sighed slightly in his heart, and Lin Yan's figure couldn't help but appear.

The cultivators of the Wanton Empire all knew that Lin Yan was the most protective of his shortcomings.

At the beginning, for the sake of a subordinate, he directly killed the Zhou family.

For a servant girl, he slaughtered the Xue family.

If he were, would it still be so?

"Don't you dare?" However, Yun Mengrou shook her head, the situation is stronger than people, how could Lin Yan risk being killed to save an indifferent person?

Boom!

The power of the Autumn Night Sword, in the midst of everyone's emotion, finally fell.

It's just that the scene of the person being killed that everyone expected did not happen.

A figure actually stood directly in front of the cultivator of the Wonton Empire, blocking the power of the Autumn Night Sword.

"Who is this man?"

"Could it be that he is also a cultivator of the Wonton Empire?"

"He made a move at this time, I'm afraid it's dangerous, and the Tyumen royal family will never let him go."

Many people stared, looking at this scene, and secretly said in their hearts.

"Fire Boy!" And Yun Mengrou muttered at the corner of her mouth.

Ling Xuan, Mu Yan and the others didn't expect that it was not Yun Yu, the emperor of the Wonton Empire, who shot at this time, let alone the people of the Wonton Empire, but this mysterious young man.

Even after Lin Yan made a move, they were a little emotional in their hearts.

This was originally a matter of the Wanton Empire, and as the peak powerhouse of the Wanton Empire, they were directly instigated.

The people of their own empire were rescued by the disciples of the 'Immortal Fire God Sect', which really made them a little ashamed.

"Who are you, looking for death?" At this moment, the Autumn Night Sword emitted a cold chill.