Seeing that person, all the problems were solved, it turned out that Yang Lin did not happen to bump into him, but had already arranged it. Presumably, Yang Lin also knew about Yin Long and himself, and guessed that he would definitely leave, so he arranged for someone to pay attention to his whereabouts at the door, and then let another person drag him and wait for his arrival.

Ling Zheng's heart was cold, Yang Lin's vicious intentions could be imagined, he wanted to stop himself so much, but he definitely didn't just want to insult himself. A trace of anger flashed in Ling Zheng's eyes, the words that people are good at being bullied and horses are good at being ridden by others is really true, he has never offended Yang Lin, but he is so aimed at himself.

Ling Zheng secretly breathed, the palm of the person refining the state of mind just now made his palms blurry with flesh and blood, if it weren't for his own strong physique, the palm just now could probably directly abolish his hands. Ling Zheng's heart was a little heavy, the refining mood was really powerful, far from being comparable to the martial realm. However, fortunately, there was no injury in the body, and as soon as the spiritual power of the person refining the mind realm entered his body, it was decomposed into the purest aura, and then absorbed by the body.

Ling Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this time, in the past two years, he had gradually figured out the reason for the disappearance of the spiritual power in his body. It's nothing else, all the spiritual power in the body is absorbed by one's own body, and the body is like a bottomless pit that can't be filled, and you can absorb as much as you want. If it weren't for the fact that the body automatically decomposed and absorbed the spiritual power from the palm of the person refining the mind realm this time, he would definitely have lost his ability to act at this time, let alone fight back.

In less than a moment, Ling Zheng's hands gradually recovered, and the wound had healed. This is another benefit after losing spiritual power, the recovery power of perverts, Ling Zheng sometimes has to wonder if he is a human being.

Ling Zheng had been watching Yang Lin and the five people scatter from a high place, Yang Lin was with the person who was refining the state of mind, and the other three people were in one direction, and one of them was in the direction of Ling Zheng's side. That person's cultivation was also the pinnacle of the ninth order of martial arts, if he faced the enemy head-on, Ling Zheng might not be able to defeat him. But if it's a sneak attack, it's much simpler, the reason is simple, that person doesn't have any defenses at all. Maybe in his mind, Ling Zheng was just a waste without spiritual power, not to mention that he was still badly injured, even if he stood and let him kill, he probably wouldn't be able to kill himself.

Seeing that the person was getting closer and closer to the tree he was on, Ling Zheng still didn't move, until the person passed the tree, Ling Zheng still didn't move. It's not that he is not sure to kill the other party, but he is still too close to the rest of the people, as long as this person makes the slightest noise, he can definitely attract the attention of the others. If you make others vigilant because of this person, the gains will definitely outweigh the losses, Ling Zheng is not a killer, he is not sure that he can kill this person silently.

Watching the man walk away, Ling Zheng's body slid down from the tree silently and quietly followed. After following the man, not far away, the man stopped his steps, as if preparing to return. Ling Zheng's body was hidden behind a weed, his eyes showing a trace of excitement, like a catalyst, his eyes were filled with blood.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Ling Zheng's nerves tensed, and there could be no mistakes at this time. At this moment, Ling Zheng moved, like a ghost, sticking to the man's back, and a snow-colored short knife quietly slid from the cuff to his hand. The short knife slashed through the man's throat like lightning, and a pillar of blood splashed, and before the man could react, the short knife in Ling Zheng's hand had already cut off his entire head.

Traces of blood splashed on Ling Zheng's clothes and face, like a catalyst, making Ling Zheng's whole person in a state of excitement, and the trace of blood in his eyes was spreading. Throwing the human head to the ground, Ling Zheng stretched out his tongue and licked the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. With a flash of his body, Ling Zheng's figure disappeared into the grass again, leaving only a corpse lying in a pool of blood.

Concocted in the same way, Ling Zheng quickly determined the second target, which was also at the peak of the ninth order of martial arts. In the same way, the person was quickly attacked and killed, but the movements became more and more skillful.

Now there were still two people left, Ling Zheng walked in the other direction, and that person also had a cultivation at the peak of the ninth order of martial arts. However, before he could go far, a long howl was heard, accompanied by a thick sense of horror and anger. Ling Zheng's face sank slightly, and sure enough, he was still discovered, he groaned for a moment, turned around and swept towards the place where the voice came from.

In a moment, Ling Zheng had already arrived, hiding behind a tree, looking at a person standing next to the corpse, his eyes revealing a deep horror and confusion. He really couldn't figure out who killed his companion, if it was that waste, don't be kidding, wasn't that waste lost his spiritual power?

Ling Zheng looked up and looked around, he didn't seem to find Yang Lin and the person refining the state of mind, thinking that those two people might be far away from here and were on their way here. Ling Zheng was thinking in his mind about how to kill this person before Yang Lin and the others arrived, if everything went well, it would be fine. If there is any mistake or something unexpected, it is very likely that he will be dragged by this person, and then when Yang Lin and the two arrive, it is tantamount to ascending to the sky if he wants to escape.

There wasn't much time for Ling Zheng to think, he had a decision in an instant, since it had already begun, then don't give up halfway. Through the shade of the trees, Ling Zheng's body slowly approached the man, and the cold light in his eyes was cold. The body fell to the ground quietly, and before he could make a move, the man turned around at an unbelievable angle, and the long sword in his hand came out of its sheath, turning into a snowy light and stabbing Ling Zheng's chest.

Ling Zheng's face changed, he didn't expect this person to be so sensitive, but it was too late to hide at this time. He could even feel the chill coming from the tip of the sword, his gums clenched, he did not retreat but advanced, and the brave won when they met on a narrow road.

"Waste, die!"

The man's face was full of sinister smiles, and the long sword in his hand had reached Ling Zheng's right chest in an instant, and a blood splashed up.

At the critical moment, Ling Zheng was on the side of his body, and the long sword pierced into his collarbone. Ling Zheng snorted coldly, holding the blade of the sword with one hand, his body took a step forward, and a splash of blood splashed, revealing half of the tip of the sword from his back.

The short knife in Ling Zheng's sleeve slid into his hand, and he didn't care about the horror on the man's face, and the short knife cut a snow light between the two. When the man realized that something was wrong, it was too late, and it was too late to retreat. Ling Zheng's short knife slashed through his throat, bringing out a string of bloody flowers, reflecting a pair of eyes full of fear.

"Waste, I'm going to cut you with a thousand knives!"

At this moment, an extremely angry voice came from not far away, Ling Zheng turned his head to look, only to see Yang Lin staring at him with fire-breathing eyes. The person refining the state of mind swept out dozens of meters in an instant, and it was not too far away from him.