"Okay, go into the sand, it just so happens that my medical skills are good, you come here, I'll help you heal it." ”

As he spoke, the wind evil smiled maliciously. Ye Rinran squeezed out a smile, feeling that the whole person was a spirit.

Just as the wind evil turned his attention to Ye Rinran, the third layer of the Martial King shook his head and sighed secretly in his heart. The two beside him glanced at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.

The two Martial King Second Layer and the Martial King Third Layer are obviously not in the same group, and their small actions are all under his eyes.

Feng Xie angrily tugged at Ye Rinran's ears, thinking of stuffing something into his eyes, all his nonsense. But just when the Wind Evil was hesitating about what to use this thing for, the third layer of the Martial King took two steps forward and arrived in front of the Wind Evil.

He bowed down and snatched Ye Rinran back from the wind evil.

"Awe-inspiring, don't fight here haha, the little master is not the original little master, you are useless. ”

"Wind, Wind Evil ......"

Ye Rinran's face was slightly gloomy and slightly cramped, but such an ugly face was still faintly smiling on his face, looking cheap.

"Go over there, don't be an eyesore to me, and ask me about their sect and family. ”

As he spoke, Feng Xie stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction that Ye Rinran had just come over.

The cold atmosphere continued to spread, Ye Ran touched it back in a gray way, and then all the grievances in his stomach were sprinkled on the group of turtles.

"Little master, I'm Aman, you can call me Uncle Man. ”

The man's eyes that looked at Feng Xie were full of kindness, and his eyes were somewhat similar to Xia Bo's, but Feng Xie didn't remember that he had seen him, and he had no impression at all.

"He belongs to the Ye family, what about you?"

Wind Evil flashed coldly, and turned to look at the other two.

"The pylorus is always a heavenly workmanship. ”

"Qingping Daomen, Tan Yezhong. ”

The two of them looked at each other proudly, as if their name should have been resounding on the earth, as if it was a great honor to hear this name in itself.

"Oh, the pylorus, the Qingping Daomen. ”

The Wind Demon muttered, not particularly concerned about their names.

"Little young master, they are the head of the pyloric sect, and the great elder of the Qingping Dao Sect. ”

"So what?" asked the Wind Demon.

"I heard that Ye Feng was perverse and unscrupulous, but today it seems that this is indeed the case. But Ye Fengxie, although you are very strong, you are not as strong as the Qingping Daomen, if you don't have enough strength, how can we be able to maintain the stability of the manifest world in the hands of Kunlun and the ancient martial arts world?"

Tan Yezhong was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a white beard, and he spoke with the aura of a fairy wind and bones, and his eyes seemed to be able to despise everything.

One is gloomy, and one nostril can be pierced to the sky, how can they be two strange ......

"Ye Fengxie, you are like a murderer, your crime is extremely evil, your deeds, even we don't dare to compare. Of course, it has nothing to do with us how you behave, it has to do with the pylorus too much. Take in the pyloric traitors, forcibly take away the pyloric disciples, and kill my pyloric disciples at will......

Don't you think we should settle this one-off account between us?"

"Oh, reckoning, indeed. ”

As he spoke, Feng Xie nodded, thinking so.

"Don't think that you are a member of the Ye family, and you have a poisonous skill, we don't dare to touch you. The pylorus is not like other sects, we have always taken the sword sideways, otherwise it would not be possible to be famous for assassination. Assassination is our business and our ability. The people who want to be killed by the pylorus will definitely die, even the people of the Ye family will not be an exception. ”

Chang Tiangong looked at the wind evil with compassion, and his killing intent was in his eyes.

He is a strong warrior, but also a killer, and a strong man who is used to killing will be stronger than a person who has no force. Therefore, in the face of the Wind Evil, even if the Wind Evil really has the high-level strength of the Martial King, he is more than forty percent sure that he can kill it.

Moreover, Qingping Daomen actually wanted to kill the wind evil, but because he was seen dead by the Ye family, he didn't take action for a long time.

Since the two of them have the same goal, with their joint efforts, the probability of killing the Wind Evil is more than fifty percent.

Chang Tiangong's wishful thinking is well-known, but the facts are not said for the time being, anyway, Feng Xie has a completely disagreeing attitude towards his thoughts.

I don't know how many people have said these two words.

He yawned, then turned his head to look at Leng Cen not far away.

"Leng Cen, your master has arrived, hurry up, bring your sister over to say hello. ”

Feng Xie greeted with a smile, and as soon as he said half a sentence, he saw two pairs of cold eyes thrown over in the same way.

However, although Leng Cen and the others were not used to seeing the appearance of Feng Evil, what he said happened to be a little bit.

The master of the pyloric gate has always been a high-ranking existence, and these people at the bottom have never heard about it, where do they have the opportunity to meet. It's a blessing to see it today, but behind this luck, it seems that there should also be hatred.

The secret door under the pylorus is the most, and among the secret doors, it is the most famous for the big hidden door. The Great Tibetan Secret Gate, which was originally the Great Tibetan Pavilion under the Secret Gate, is known as the Great Tibetan Secret Gate because of the same name as the Great Tibetan Pavilion of the Ancient Martial Sect.

As the strongest branch of the pylorus in assassination, the Great Tibetan Secret Gate has always been a collection and capture of all kinds of children, instilling the concept of killing from an early age, and teaching killing methods from an early age. They have saved one out of ten to one out of a hundred, and for thousands of years, in each generation of the Great Tibetan Secret Gate, there are less than 100 people who can survive to get the door token in the end.

At the beginning, Leng Cen and Leng Li were still young when they were brought to the Great Tibetan Secret Gate, and after being locked in the Great Tibetan Secret Gate for so many years, they couldn't remember what their parents looked like, and they didn't remember how they were brought in.

Struggling between life and death every day, watching familiar people suddenly disappear every day, this is like a lingering nightmare for Leng Cen and Leng Li, and the main family of the pyloric gate and its family that has been together for generations is the culprit of creating this nightmare.

Leng Cen pulled Leng Pear, Leng Cen held his sword, and Leng Li followed quietly.

"Leng Cen, Leng Pear, say hello to your master. ”

Feng Xie looked at the two of them with a smile, and as he spoke, he threw his eyes on Chang Tiangong.

Leng Cen looked at Leng Jian coldly, took a step forward, lowered his eyes and said to the door master. As for Leng Pear, he was protected behind him, and his demeanor was faintly filled with endless cold indifference.

"Okay, just let you see what the legendary door master looks like, don't really do anything with others. ”

As he spoke, the wind demon flicked his hand and pulled the two of them behind him. Then, with a push, he pushed Aman, who was his uncle, aside.

"Come on, that's all the nonsense, what is the head, the elder, is it a mule or a horse to come out for a walk, and then talk about it. ”

Feng Evil didn't care and greeted him, Chang Tiangong's eyes widened angrily, and there was a faint movement under the sleeves of his loose robe. Next to him, the Tan Yezhong of the Qingping Dao Gate was also full of righteousness, and he was about to draw his sword.

"Wind Evil—"

Mu Lingtian shouted from afar, his voice fell, and the last heavenly step had been slashed under the sword.