As soon as he sat down cross-legged, Ling Zheng felt that his body was light, and the aura outside his body was surging wildly, enveloping him. The crazy influx of spiritual energy was absorbed by Ling Zheng, and then spread into his body, transforming into spiritual power and slowly integrating into his body.

I don't know how long it took for Ling Zheng to open his eyes, and a ray of essence shot out of his eyes, and then dissipated. Ling Zheng stood up slowly, his already tattered clothes were covered with a layer of pitch-black things, exuding a fishy smell.

A crisp sound like a jumping bean sounded on Ling Zheng's body, Ling Zheng's eyes were full of joy, at this time he felt full of strength, even if he encountered the ironclad beast again, he shouldn't need to run away in embarrassment. Thinking of Ling Zheng in his heart, he walked out of the cave, preparing to fight with the Iron Armored Beast again and try his current realm.

"Do you hand over the white civet or not, otherwise don't blame me for not remembering the old love. ”

Ling Zheng had just walked out of the cave not far away, when he vaguely heard such a sentence, and his heart was slightly stunned, this voice was quite familiar. It's just that in an instant, Ling Zheng remembered whose voice it was, his expression changed slightly, and he changed his body and swept towards the place where the voice came from.

Ling Zheng slightly leaned up a big tree, looked down not far away, and a group of people surrounded Qiu He's group, and there were two cultivators refining the mind realm among them. However, Ling Zheng could see through it at a glance, one of them had probably just advanced not long ago, and his cultivation had just stabilized. Ling Zheng looked at the person who spoke again, this was none other than Xiao Qi, Ling Zheng's face showed a sneer, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door for hell for you to break into.

"Xiao Qi, don't say that this white raccoon is not mine, even if it is mine, you can't imagine it. Qiu He's face was calm, looking at Xiao Qi, but he couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes.

"Don't talk too much, I know you're not afraid of death, but for the sake of a mere white fox, is it worth it for these brothers behind you to lose their lives?" Xiao Qi sneered all over his face, not afraid that Qiu He would not comply, he knew Qiu He's character well.

"You ......" Qiu He looked furious, but he knew that anger could not solve things, so he held back his desperate thoughts, although he valued affection, but he was not stupid. knows that even if a few of them risk their lives, they may not be able to lose both, and the only thing they can fear is the white fox in their hands. If they have the intention of burning jade and stones, and slaughter the white beaver in their hands, although they can't get the white beaver, they may not be able to survive.

"I'll hand over the white raccoon to you, but can you make sure that our brothers are safe?" was silent for a while, Qiu He still chose to compromise, he couldn't put the lives of his brothers on the line for a white fox.

"Of course. Xiao Qi replied without thinking about it, his eyes were full of joy, but this group of people promised that as long as they got the white civet, they would tattoo him a thousand taels of silver.

"How do you want me to believe you!" Qiu He was silent for a while, turned his head to look at the leader, and didn't look at Xiao Qi much, because he knew that Xiao Qi couldn't be the master.

The leader was expressionless, glanced at Qiu He coldly, and said, "You can choose not to believe me, but you and your brothers will die." ”

Qiu He's brows furrowed tightly, he really had no choice, he could only choose to believe them. Just as he was about to speak, a voice came from a distance, not much, but the words were clear.

"The white raccoon is mine, and if you want the white beaver, you first asked me if I would agree. Ling Zheng swept down from the tree and walked over step by step, looking calm.

"Little Brother Ling, why are you here. Qiu He was slightly stunned, and then his expression changed, he was afraid that Ling Zheng would be young and ignorant and would make these people angry.

"Ling Zheng, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you to break in, today I want you to know how powerful I am. Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, his eyes full of joy.

"Your name is Ling Zheng?" The leader, who had been expressionless before, suddenly turned his head, his eyes emitted a sharp light, and he stared at Ling Zheng and asked.

"Not bad. Although Ling Zheng was a little puzzled, could it be that this person knew him, and looking at his appearance, he seemed to have a deep hatred with him. Not only him, but the rest of the people also looked at Ling Zheng with resentment, eager to cut Ling Zheng with a thousand knives. Facing the gaze of this group of people, Ling Zheng's expression changed slightly, as if he remembered something, and asked, "Are you from the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group?"

"That's right, if it weren't for you, our Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group wouldn't have ended up like this, hiding in the eternal night and not daring to go out, remember that the person who killed you was called Wang Feng. The leader stared at Ling Zheng with a face full of resentment, if his gaze could kill, I believe that Ling Zheng had been slashed by a thousand knives at this time.

Ling Zheng became more and more puzzled in his heart, although he helped Liu Ruyue escape, there was no need to resent himself so much, not to mention that there were not many people who knew about this matter, why did he make a fuss now as if he knew everything. Ling Zheng didn't know that when Liu Ruyue came with the elders of the Holy Spirit Sect, the first one to look for was Ling Zheng, but it also made all the people in the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group who were still alive know Ling Zheng's name, and they hated Ling Zheng even more.

Wang Feng seemed to have completely forgotten about the white beaver, raised his hands, and rushed towards Ling Zheng with a full body of anger. Ling Zheng's expression remained unchanged, his body was full of fighting intent, he just wanted to test his strength, someone sent him to the door, where to find such a good thing.

Ling Zheng greeted him without hesitation, slapped it with one palm, and the two collided together, with a loud bang, and the leaves fell beside the two. Ling Zheng's body took a few steps back, Wang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he didn't retreat, but his arms trembled faintly. He clearly felt that Ling Zheng didn't use the slightest spiritual power, and he could compete with himself with his physical body alone, how strong his physique he had to be.

"It's not easy, but it's not enough. Wang Feng sneered, his hands were spread out, the blue light in his palms was filled, and a desolate aura emanated from his body.

Ling Zheng's expression was grim, although he had killed two cultivators who were refining the mind realm last time, it was completely out of the carelessness of others, and others had not exerted half of their strength at all. Ling Zheng looked at the blue light in Wang Feng's palm, but he didn't show much fear, Wang Feng had a trick, but Ling Zheng believed that his body could definitely resist.

Facing Wang Feng's slap again, Ling Zheng had no intention of retreating, fighting strength was Ling Zheng's favorite thing. With a loud bang, Ling Zheng's figure took a few steps back again, Wang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and his arms trembled slightly when no one noticed his sleeves. He didn't expect that even if he had already drawn his spiritual power out of his body, he still couldn't defeat Ling Zheng, and it seemed that he couldn't fight hard.