"Pull off ......"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out. Even when the smoke had just shown a hint, it had already reached everyone's ears.

Almost subconsciously, all the disciples of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall stepped back as if they had installed a spring under their feet.

They are all acquired masters who have achieved cultivation, even if they have the worst cultivation, they also have the internal strength cultivation of the eighth layer. Moreover, if you can carefully select disciples who come from the northwest to compete, it is naturally impossible for you to have a lot of people.

Even if Zhang Zhongxiao's shouting did not sound, they would choose to avoid it immediately after seeing the yellow smoke.

Only Li Dongrong and the others stood in place one by one with their heads bowed and respectful, although most of them were also good hands with a little internal strength, but how could this kind of "good hand" be compared with the elites from the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

In this sudden situation, they are all dumbfounded and at a loss.

In a flash, He Yiming had already come to them, he shot like lightning, grabbed and threw his hands away, and immediately threw these dozens of people away.

Each of these people weighs more than 100 or 200 catties, but for He Yiming at this time, it is almost impossible to hold it in his hand.

In just a breath, these dozens of people have all flown into the sky, dancing and shouting loudly in the sky.

But when they flew more than 100 meters away and fell down, they found that they had landed on both feet. And there seems to be a layer of magical power under his feet, soft and unfocused.

Dozens of people landed, except for those whose legs were weak because of too much panic and fell to the ground, half of them actually landed steadily, and none of them were hurt in the slightest.

When they reacted, they looked at He Yiming again as if they were looking at a god.

After He Yiming threw those people away, his body was also like electricity, and he flew away from the area of yellow smoke.

Although he had condensed Sanhua and was immune to most poisons, it was unlikely that even the most powerful poisons in the world would kill him through this smoke.

But he still carefully avoided the yellow smoke, after all, it was flesh and blood, and he didn't have the idea of being an idiot enough to experience it himself.

When the yellow smoke overflowed, Jin Zhanzhan's reaction was not slow at all, he did not advance but retreated, but his goal was also far beyond He Yiming's expectations.

His figure was like lightning, and he swept past the carriage, and then came to the other side, holding the big black horse not far away with both hands, but it leaped up as if nothing, and in an instant it had already appeared a hundred meters away.

Zhang Zhongxuan's movements were also not slow, and he had already avoided them far away before the yellow smoke spread.

With their status, they will never do anything that puts them at risk.

It's just that after the Jin Battle was settled, it immediately let go of the dark horse. With a jump of his toes, a stone pierced the sky like a meteor and flew into the carriage like a meteor catching the moon.

His method of using hidden weapons is so ingenious, even when he is wearing shoes, the control of his toes has reached the point of being exquisite.

There seemed to be a sound in the yellow smoke, and He Yiming's ears moved slightly, and he had already caught a little trace.

By his induction, a man had slipped out of the carriage and was rolling forward in an extremely strange way.

The speed of this person's rolling was extremely fast, and he had already passed through the shrouded range of yellow smoke in an instant, and the direction he left was extremely coincidental, just right to avoid He Yiming and the other three innate powerhouses.

The crowd on the periphery was originally a person on his back, but he took advantage of the chaos to roll, and immediately blended into the crowd, and walked away like a swimming fish.

He Yiming was secretly shocked in his heart, this person's methods were so clever, whether it was the ability to conceal his whereabouts, or the ability to make decisions to create chaos on the spot, and even finally dodged the stone secret weapon of the Jin Battle, and blended into the crowd in an unexpected way, etc.

This series of performances made He Yiming feel impressed by this person.

Although they were not all the way, this did not affect He Yiming's evaluation of him at all.

The man was in the crowd for a while. Suddenly he passed through the crowd and turned outside a wall, he knew the route so well that it was clearly premeditated and calculated.

He Yiming's eyes flickered, and the world in front of him suddenly turned pale.

However, before the familiar lines appeared, He Yiming's heart rose in an instant.

A powerful and powerful killing machine rose into the sky, and when He Yiming sensed this killing machine, even the hairs on his body couldn't help but stand up automatically.

The tracker on his chest trembled even more, and at this moment, He Yiming immediately retreated from that wind realm, and he was on guard with all his heart.

Such a powerful sense of crisis that he had never encountered even when facing Ai Wenbin and the other Venerable Lords.

Of course, these Venerables didn't intend to kill him at that time, so they didn't use all their strength to deal with him.

In an instant, He Yiming had already caught the source of this murderous aura.

In the other direction of the yellow smoke, a substantial gold-based force had unconsciously reached its peak.

The power of this gold system is different from his Daguan knife, although it does not have the momentum like the top of Mount Tai, but the unique indestructible and indestructible sharp edge of the gold system is superior.

Jin Battle, He Yiming immediately understood that this momentum must have come from this oriental powerhouse.

He Yiming's pupils quickly condensed, and he finally saw the little strength that Jin Zhan had revealed, and the power at the tip of the iceberg was already so terrifying. He finally understood why those Venerable Lords above the main vein of Tianchi still tried to delay the time of the battle with Jin after seeing their strength.

Those Venerable Lords were not mistaken, the strength of the Jin Battle was even more terrifying than they expected.

Then, a bolt of lightning pierced the space. It seems that the moment it comes out, it has reached the destination it wants to reach.

He Yiming had already "heard" it, this was a gun, a spear nearly three meters long.

The shot pierced through the other side of the smoke, leaving a transparent hole in the wall where the Assassin had disappeared, and then vanished.

However, the tips of his ears were like a ring, and he could naturally hear that on the other side of the wall, there was already the sound of falling to the ground. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, He Yiming knew that the assassin was about to flee from this place, but he fell short.

Similarly, although this shot was not aimed at He Yiming, he still had a creepy feeling.

There was always a thought in his mind, if he let go of the battle with Jin Zhan and let him stab this shot, how could he resist it?

Countless thoughts turned in his mind, and in just an instant, he had already judged that unless he used the Daguan Knife that had changed by one hundred and eight, he would not be able to grasp the next step at all. This is true even if you use the Five Elements Ring.

This series of changes happens in a blink of an eye, and it ends in a blink of an eye.

Before the vast majority of people could react to what was going on. Jin Zhan had already fired a shot and killed the culprit on the spot.

The figure flashed, and Jin Zhan had jumped over the smoke that no longer filled the walls.

He Yiming hesitated, and also jumped out.

Outside the wall, a man dressed in black had been nailed into the opposite wall with a spear.

Jin Zhanzhan stretched out his hand and had already pulled out the spear, and he used it so skillfully that he had already flipped the person over with a flick of his wrist.

This sharp shot actually passed through the throat, and there was blood in the person's throat, and the powerful true qi attached to the gun's body was attached. It has long ago completely destroyed all the vitality in this person's body.

It was an ordinary face, full of horror, as if he could not believe that he would die in such a way.

He Yiming looked at this person, and a sense of familiarity suddenly appeared in his heart. He seemed to have seen this man somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Jin Zhanzhan glanced at the spear in his hand, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He Yiming stared at it, although he had just shot a person, but on the spear, there was not a trace of blood, whether it was the head of the spear or the body of the spear, under the sun, it was as bright as snow, flashing and dazzling.

Jin Zhanzhan shook slightly, and the whole spear suddenly softened, and the body of the spear quickly deflated into a long line, leaving only the head of the spear that was still glittering.

Subsequently, the entire long line regiment formed a circle, and Jin Zhanzhan lightly buckled the head of the spear, and put it into the waist bag on his body.

He Yiming's eyes flashed with surprise, he took a deep breath and said, "Brother Jin, what is the barrel of your spear made of?"

Jin Zhanzhan smiled slightly, he didn't hide it, and said: "The shaft of this spear is a legendary divine beast, refined from the leather armor of the dragon after molting, and it is a priceless treasure in the arsenal of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace. ”

"Shenlong?" He Yiming asked hesitantly, "Is there really such a thing in the world?"

"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there were mythical beasts in heaven and earth, as well as Shinto people. But for thousands of years, there was no trace. Jin Zhan sighed and said, "However, the artifacts and miracles left by divine beasts and gods are not uncommon, so there should be such things." ”

He Yiming suddenly remembered Bai Tuoba's first friend, who might have been a Shinto master who had also disappeared inexplicably thousands of years ago.

As for the whereabouts of this person, even one hundred and eight does not know.

Sighing softly, He Yiming was about to speak, but suddenly heard a cry like a ghost crying wolf.

He and Jin Zhanzhan looked at each other. Immediately climbed over the wall and entered, and suddenly saw that the owner of this mansion, Li Dongrong, was kneeling on the ground, crying tears like rain, which made people shudder.