Although these people shouted, Ling Xiaoye's magic circle was still attacking, making it impossible for them to get close, and they could only be on the side, having a good time, and calling twice.

The round-faced man, after coughing violently twice, roared with anger: "Destroy my Han family's property, you will die without ......."

Before the word "suspicious" was spoken, this person saw that his nephew was hanging upside down on the fine iron shelf behind Ling Xiaoye.

"You ......"

The round-faced man was angry, and he raised his head to the sky and roared: "If you dare to hurt a single hair of my grandson, you will be crushed and scattered today, and there will be no place for you to die!"

When Ling Xiaoye heard this, he stopped the injection of mana and stood up.

However, the combination of magic circles did not dissipate so quickly.

In a sea of fire, Ling Xiaoye's position was not moving at all.

After Ling stood up straight, he took out a magic circle flying knife, walked behind him, pointed to an Illusory God Realm martial artist wearing dark green clothes, and asked, "Are you talking about this young man?"

When the round-faced man saw Ling Xiaoye holding a flying knife and approaching his nephew, he immediately shouted, "Vertical son dares!"

When he said this, the man's eyes were bloodshot red, and the hand holding the dragon's head cane couldn't help but tremble.

"Haha, what's not to dare!"

Ling Xiaoye sneered, and his face, in addition to a squeezed smile, was more of a suppressed anger.

The knife fell in his hand, and the flying knife cut through the clothes of the man in dark green clothes in an instant, turning this person into a bare-skinned pig in an instant.

The red strips are hung upside down on the iron frame, which is really unsightly.

"No!

The round-faced man roared like thunder, trembling hands, and began to raise his crutches in a gesture of attack.

"Hey, if you make a move on me, I'll just use this red-striped guy as a shield, come on, attack me!"

Ling Xiaoye simply provoked to the end, and now he was not afraid at all.

What's more, the aura emanating from the round-faced man who suddenly appeared was only in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm.

With this level of cultivation, although Ling Xiaoye couldn't easily defeat it, he didn't have much pressure to deal with it.

The angry, round-faced man finally hung down his crutches, and his tone softened a little: "Come on, what are your intentions in doing this?"

"Simple, a few days ago, your Han family went to my Qinglan Sect to make trouble, arrested my disciples, and robbed my sect of money, can you take the place of the Han family in this account?"

Ling Xiaoye saw that the round-faced man had softened, so he began to speak.

"This ......"

The round-faced man hesitated slightly, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was actually from Qinglanmen. However, he didn't know how to do it for a while, after all, he didn't get too involved in the affairs of Qinglanmen, d1();

After a while, the round-faced man said loudly: "You wait, I'll come when I go, don't hurt my nephew!"

Ling Xiaoye knew that this person should be going to report to someone at a higher level, so he nodded: "Give you a cup of tea, if you don't reply by then, not only will the people on this iron frame suffer, but even your Han Mansion will be razed to the ground!"

If someone else said this, this round-faced man would definitely shoot and kill.

But this sentence was said by Ling Xiaoye, and it can be seen that Ling Xiaoye can do it if he can say it.

Therefore, the round-faced man suppressed all his anger and said in a cold voice: "Although, the old man can't be the master, but if you dare to mess around, you won't be spared!"

"! Since you can't be the master, don't linger here!"

Ling Xiaoye said unceremoniously, paused, and then said, "You are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me, go and find someone here to call the shots! Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Ling Xiaoye's words were like a sharp knife, directly piercing the self-esteem of this round-faced man.

The round-faced man's anger rose, but there was no good countermeasure.

Eighteen Illusory God Realm martial artists were all injured by this young man and hung upside down on the fine iron shelf, this kind of strength, how terrifying!

The man quickly left and disappeared into the tower.

At the same time, the combination magic circle that Ling Xiaoye had cast also began to dissipate.

However, Yu Wei was still there, and the Han Mansion took the tower as the middle mountain, and the place with a radius of twenty or thirty sheets was either incinerated to ashes or flooded, and the houses were crooked, and broken stones were all over the ground.

And those people from the Han Mansion in the distance, after seeing the round-faced man disappear, immediately closed their mouths and quietly evacuated.

Regaining a trace of calm, Ling Xiaoye took out the elixir in the Sumeru ring, as well as a handful of spirit stones, and began to recover his physical strength.

In fact, he can need these things or not.

Because in his body, the Divine Wood Spirit Seedling has begun to grow slowly, which can provide him with a steady stream of physical strength to recover from his injuries.

With so many small veins and eleven veins beyond the imagination of ordinary people, it only takes half a cup of tea to restore the mana to its original state.

And the huge capacity of the soul sea, as well as the two-color life wheel, makes the true yuan quickly convert, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

It was precisely with this condition that Ling Xiaoye would come to the Han Mansion like this, confidently alone.

Time soon came over a cup of tea, and Ling Xiaoye had just finished recovering.

It's just that the figure of the round-faced man did not appear again.

After pondering for a moment, Ling Xiaoye shouted loudly: "People from the Han family, it seems that you are not sincere, d2();"

At this moment, suddenly a thunderbolt flashed in the sky, and with a bang, it went straight to Ling Xiaoye.

The sudden thunder and lightning bombarded Ling Xiaoye's location in an instant, blowing up this place into a big hole.

And the fine iron shelf in front of Ling Xiaoye, as well as the people hanging upside down on it, were unscathed.

Obviously, this is a lightning attack played by a master.

"Xiaoxiao people, come to the Han Mansion to make a time, and you don't weigh it, you have a few catties and taels yourself!"

This voice came from a pile of ruins behind Ling Xiaoye.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a gray-blue practice uniform floated into the sky, looked at the place that was attacked by him, and sneered:

"Take action against the deacon of our Liuyun Pavilion and look for death!"

"Haha, thank you to the Pavilion Master of Liuyun Pavilion for taking action to eliminate this extremely arrogant teenager and save so many Daoists!"

The round-faced man suddenly appeared behind the gray-blue clothed man, and he specially probed it, Ling Xiaoye's position, and he had no breath before complimenting him.

"It's really worthy of a half-step spirit mirror, this thunder spell is far beyond my Han's imagination!"

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