Without fully connecting these red light curtains, Ling Xiaoye only took a breath before a heart-palpitating aura erupted from his body.

Immediately afterwards, he put both hands together, and the Zhenyuan in his body, which was already raging, seemed to have received an order to vent, and they poured out of his body.

In addition, Ling Xiaoye's 10,000 or so small veins also poured out the stored true yuan at the same time.

These irascible True Elements quietly condensed around Ling Xiaoye, forming thousands of Phantom Flying Knives.

The phantom flying knife was condensed, and it immediately burst out, up and down, left, left and right, leaving no dead ends.

The phantom flying knife like a torrential rain struck out with a roar, not only cutting off the red connection of the god-binding array, but also penetrating the surrounding warriors one by one.

When he landed, the blood sprayed by hundreds of people formed a blood-covered mist in the sky, as if the sky over this area was dyed into a piece of red paper.

Then the men began to fall to the ground, not too high above the ground, more than two feet, but they fell to the ground with a dull popping sound, but it was continuous. People who don't know still think that someone has eaten the wrong thing and doesn't stop farting.

The middle-aged man in the distance, seeing such a situation, his face turned red, not only angry but also sad.

After a few moments, the man jerked around and flew away.

While flying away, the middle-aged man put down his cruel words: "Good boy, you wait, I'll find someone!"

Looking at the distant back, Ling Xiaoye chose to stop.

The large-scale phantom flying knife that he had just cast really consumed the true yuan in his body.

Second, the people of the Han family who came here now are all martial artists of the Wheel of Life Realm, although they were ruthlessly injured by Ling Xiaoye, but after all, they are still at the level of inferior, and they are far from the requirements of those strong men that Ling Xiaoye wants to see.

In other words, Ling Xiaoye had a purpose in letting this middle-aged man go.

Quite simply, it was to get this person to go back and call someone more powerful.

The value of a warrior is reflected in his strength.

Ling Xiaoye is here to set up a formation, and he is hurting the enemy here, not just to vent his anger.

He wanted to grab some chips, some chips that could be exchanged for the disciples of the Qinglan Sect.

The most ideal bargaining chip must be the core person of the Han family, the head of the family, or the master of the elders.

Although Ling Xiaoye's anger was still unsubsided now, for the safety of his disciples, he had to force himself to hold back and wait for someone from the upper echelons of the Han Mansion to appear.

Time passed, and the wounded lying on the ground began to slowly stop moaning and wailing.

The situation in this area is surprisingly quiet.

Ling Xiaoye secretly thought: Could it be that he didn't shout loudly enough just now? Or maybe this is simply a sparsely populated place in the Han Mansion.

But soon, he overturned his conjecture, and judging from his divine thoughts, there were obviously many people's breath within a hundred zhang of this place.

It's just that these people are just going back and forth, and they don't seem to realize what's going on here.

"Wait!"

Ling Xiaoye looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

Sure enough, the next moment, dozens of breaths appeared in front of him.

These breaths were obviously many times stronger than the hundreds of people just now.

Who it was, Ling Xiaoye didn't care, what he was thinking about was whether the cultivation of these people had reached the illusion god realm or not.

In the meta

For most of the year in Jingcheng, although Ling Xiaoye did not go deep into other sects, he still understood that a powerhouse of the Illusory God Realm could completely gain a foothold in the many sects in Yuanjing City, and become an elder, no matter how bad he was, he could be mixed up as a steward and deacon.

The aura of no less than fifty Illusory God Realm martial artists appeared in the current situation, and a long-lost smile appeared on Ling Xiaoye's face: "It's finally time for you." ”

After a dozen breaths, the traces of those who emitted their breath began to emerge in the distance.

Ling's eyes, infused with a trace of mana, were able to see farther.

Thirty zhang away, a group of warriors wearing different colors and styles were flying here in groups.

After a while, these martial artists, who did not look like the Han family, came to a distance of ten zhang from Ling Xiaoye, and then stopped.

"Who did that?"

"Who is so bold?"

"The murderer that the captain of the Han Mansion guard said, but this young man?"

"It's so miserable, people who dare to poison people like Han Mansion are really rebellious!"

Dozens of people came, but they didn't immediately approach Ling Xiaoye, but looked at the children of the Han family who were still struggling in pain on the ground, and discussed.

"Huh!" a young man in a bright red exercise robe rubbed his chin with his hand and said, "That's not right! What the captain of the Han Mansion guard said was an extremely terrifying master. But why, in this place, there is only one Destiny Wheel Realm martial artist of unknown origin?"

The people around this person also discovered this problem, so they said: "Yes, I also think it's strange, why is this person of the Han family so unbeaten, has it fallen to the point where even a Wheel of Life Realm martial artist can be swept casually?"

"Since you're here, let's take a look!"

"Cut, looking at the bear appearance of the captain of the guard in Han Mansion, I thought there was an enemy who could practice, but I didn't expect it to be a boy from the Wheel of Life Realm"

The fifty Illusory God Realm martial artists were discussing at this time, and most of them expressed their dissatisfaction with the captain of the Han Mansion, and some of them even began to turn around and were about to fly away.

Ling Xiaoye didn't wait for these people to talk about anything, he spoke:

"Hey, the fifty Illusory God Realm martial artists who just came here, are you people from the Han family, the Wen family, the Mao family, the Gu Dezong, the Guiyuan faction, the Wind Blue Palace, and the Liuyun Pavilion?"

"Who are you, who dare to speak to us like that?"

The young man in the red practice suit, with a cynical smile on his face, asked lightly.

The other martial artists who came couldn't help but feel amused when they heard Ling Xiaoye's words.

In fact, they directly ignored Ling Xiaoye's existence, thinking that the wounded here were done by someone else.

The strength level is too low, which is often the direct reason for being looked down upon.

However, Ling Xiaoye is used to the cold eyes of others, and he is here now, not to quarrel, but to find bargaining chips.

Of course, if he was asked to deal with more than fifty Illusory God Realm martial artists at once, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands. Sometimes, the advantage of quantity is often much higher than the advantage of quality.

"Since you're here, stay here and stay with me. I have something to say to you. ”

Ling Xiaoye continued, unhurried.

"Haha, we are here to make the hidden dangers clear to the Han Mansion, not to play with fools!"

"This young man is probably just the same party of the person who committed the murder just now, out of sight is clean, which Taoist friend, just shoot to kill him, don't let this kind of garbage stand in front of us again!"