In front of the aura cliff, the middle-aged man in black was only pacing indifferently. But every step made Lin Huang feel endless pressure, as if every step of the latter was stepping on Lin Huang's chest.

After three steps, Lin Huang's face was already red, and the qi and blood in his body were circling wildly, as if he was about to explode.

Lin Huang suddenly swept towards the rear......

"I can't help myself!"

The middle-aged man in black shook his head plainly and playfully, he couldn't understand what the point of a little Wuhou running for his life in front of him was.

Do you really think you can escape?

"Ahem......"

Lin Huang retreated no more than ten zhang, feeling that the breath in his body was becoming more and more terrifying, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he could barely control the retrograde movement of qi and blood.

At this moment, Jun Chengcheng suddenly appeared in front of Lin Huang.

The middle-aged man in black paused, his brows furrowed slightly, "Jun Allure, don't think that you are in the top ten of the Qingyun List and have immeasurable potential, so you are qualified to talk to the emperor about the conditions."

"Kill my disciple and provoke the Martial Mansion. No matter what you say, it is impossible to get out of the Martial Mansion alive. Otherwise, my Qingtian Martial Mansion will be disgraced today."

Jun Chengcheng held the long sword in his hand and shook his head calmly and stubbornly, "No one can hurt him."

"Then do you think you can stop the emperor?"

The middle-aged man in black sneered, and didn't put Jun Chengcheng in his eyes at all, "This matter, even if Su Marryhuan comes, or if the elders in the martial mansion appear, they can't stop it."

Jun Chengcheng still shook his head, and after turning his head to look at Lin Huang, the long sword in his hand suddenly let out a terrifying roar. Then, Jun Chengcheng unsheathed his sword and took the lead in killing the middle-aged man in black.

"What a young man!"

The middle-aged man in black shook his head slightly, "Okay, just discipline your disciple for Su Zhuhuan." It is also good for you to understand that no matter how potential Tianjiao is, before he rises, he has to be held by this emperor."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man in black waved his hand and pressed towards Jun Qiancheng with one palm.

Rumble.

Just when the black-clothed middle-aged man waved out his palm, three war spirits appeared around Lin Huang's body and headed towards the giant palm. The giant palm suddenly exploded in the void and vanished.

"My disciple, when will it be your turn Fang Jingyun to discipline you?"

In the void, a clear and beautiful scolding voice suddenly sounded.

Only when everyone looked up, a graceful woman, dressed in a green coat with water sleeves, came with a sword. The next moment, she appeared in front of Jun Chengcheng, confronting the middle-aged man in black in the air.

Fang Jingyun's brows furrowed slightly, and it was only at this moment that a trace of anger appeared on his face, "The timing of your appearance is too much of a coincidence."

"Just one another."

The woman with a graceful posture is the Su Marrying Huan that Lin Huang had seen before the Wufu Pass, the teachings of the king. The latter was staring coldly at the middle-aged man in black at the moment, with an indescribably cold expression.

"What if you're here?"

The middle-aged man in black Fang Jingyun smiled angrily, "You can bring it back, but this kid, killing my disciple in the martial arts, a wild dog from outside, also dares to bark here." Do you still want to protect him?"

Su Zhuanhuan turned his head to look at Lin Huang, frowned slightly, and then turned back to look at the middle-aged man in black, "What's the matter?

Fang Jingyun's brows suddenly wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and he said angrily: "Su Marryhuan, don't forget your identity." As a martial arts teacher, don't you know how to defend the dignity and honor of the martial arts, but help an outsider?"

Su Yuhuan's face suddenly became cold, but he was silent in place, as if he was a little hesitant...... Fang Jingyun's bad tone made her very angry.

However, the latter does have a point.

The dignity and honor of the Wufu cannot be provoked, this is not justified at all, and it is also the most reasonable.

"Sister Su......"

Behind Su Zhuanhuan, Jun Chengcheng quietly pulled the corners of Su Zhuanhuan's clothes, with a hint of pleading on his delicate and beautiful face. If Su Yuhuan didn't make a move, the others would not be able to stop Fang Jingyun in the realm of the Martial Emperor at all.

Su Yuhuan turned her head to look at the girl behind her, her face was embarrassed.

At this moment, Lin Huang frowned, whether it was the middle-aged man in black or the appearance of Su Marryhuan, the timing was very exquisite.

explained that the scene of making a big fuss in front of the Wufu had already spread throughout the Wufu.

Su Yuhuan didn't appear before, maybe it was just that the latter wanted to see what kind of strength the young man who made Jun Chengcheng rush out of the aura cliff in a hurry.

And Fang Jingyun didn't appear before, so he really thought that Qi Qingsong could kill him. It's a pity that although Fang Jingyun's appearance was timely, he was delayed by the sudden interception of the battle spirit.

But there is no point in thinking about these now, if he is a disciple of the Martial Mansion, if someone provokes the Martial Mansion so much, he will also draw his sword and rise, how can he let this person get out of the Martial Mansion alive.

stance that determines the direction in which things are viewed.

I just don't know that in addition to these two people, there are still people secretly watching this place......

In the field, Su Zhuanhuan was a little hesitant, but Fang Jingyun smiled, directly bypassed Su Zhuanhuan and Jun Chengcheng, and continued to walk towards Lin Huang.

"Boy, in the Qingtian Martial Mansion, don't think that someone will help you. Because running to other people's territory to kill people is an unrefined thing."

Fang Jingyun looked at Lin Huang and said with a cold smile.

Lin Huang's expression was vigilant, and he once again felt the piercing murderous intent and the lingering aura of death around him.

Looking at Fang Jingzhi who was pacing, Lin Huang's brows became tighter and tighter, and the three battle spirits standing in front of him were also like great enemies, feeling a terrifying sense of oppression.

Lin Huang's hands shrank into his sleeve robe, and his gaze became sharp, wanting to forcibly summon more battle spirits......

On the other side, Jun Chengcheng saw Su Xianghuan hesitating, silently lowered his head, and reappeared in front of Fang Jingyun.

"Allure, get out of the way...... I can handle it".

Lin Huang said softly.

"Don't!"

Jun Chengcheng turned his head and shook his head stubbornly.

"Su Marhuan, if you don't take away your disciple again, this emperor will really be angry, don't blame me for turning his face and not recognizing people when the time comes."

Fang Jingyun looked at Jun Chengcheng who was blocking him again, his brows froze for a moment, and with a wave of his robe, he directly threw Jun Chengcheng out.

At this moment, the three battle spirits in front of Lin Huang suddenly moved, and they killed the middle-aged man in black.

"Ridiculous!"

The middle-aged man in black smiled coldly, looked at the three battle spirits that were killed, and waved his palm again.

Lin Huang in the rear is surprisingly calm at the moment. His hands poked out of his sleeve robe, and his palms were sealed, causing the qi and blood in his body to be rapidly consumed, and his face was strangely flushed.

And in Lin Huang's body, a powerful summoning force rose from the Xuanhai in his body, heading towards raising millions of martial spirits.

As long as three hundred battle spirits are present, Lin Huang will kill the middle-aged man in black.

Whew......

Just when Lin Huang was about to fight to fall and forcibly summon the battle spirit, a fresh breeze suddenly came between heaven and earth, making a whirring sound.

The breeze swept by, which seemed to be an understatement, but in an indescribable attitude, it separated the middle-aged man in black from the three war spirits.

Fang Jingyun suddenly frowned and looked at the void!