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"Yes, Senior Brother He has both offense and defense, so when he competes, basically no one can take advantage. Either draw or be defeated by Senior Brother He. ”

"Of course, if you don't have any real skills, how can you become the core disciple of the Rain Soul Palace, or the top-ranked kind. ”

The martial artists on the side saw Ling Xiaoye and He Chaolun arguing, so they started to talk about it, and they said that it was the first thing.

They unanimously agreed that Ling Xiaoye had just beaten the flying willow movement, which was purely a **** luck.

Encountering a master like He Chaolun, who has many attack tricks and many defensive means, Ling Xiaoye's odds of winning can be said to be very low, so low that it is negligible.

So, these people were all gloating at Ling Xiaoye, wanting to see Ling Xiaoye's jokes.

And He Chaolun was still smiling, he laughed at Ling Xiaoye's inability to do anything, and he also laughed at Ling Xiaoye's lack of a head. Stopping his laughter, the man said:

"I want to see what you have to defeat me He Chaolun in one move. Of course, if you don't succeed in one move, the result is bound to be miserable!"

At this time, the wind and snow were already light, but from time to time there were snowflakes falling gently, landing on the slow-flying treasure ship, and also on the two people facing each other on the boat.

When Ling Xiaoye was stuck to his nose with a snowflake, he suddenly put all the mana true yuan in his body into operation. After a while, he felt that the surging mana true element in his body kept hitting the meridians.

Sou!

Ling Xiaoye moved, still the phantom body he was good at, in the scattered snowflakes, his figure flickered, but he did not roll up a single white snowflake.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaoye's figure flashed to He Chaolun's left side.

"No ......"

He Chaolun said softly, but before he finished saying this, this person obviously felt that a momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas was coming.

Ling Xiaoye didn't give He Chaolun any chance, his left fist blasted out violently, and Zhenyuan's big fist was like a mountain, overwhelming.

Bang!

Zhenyuan's big fist shattered this He Chaolun's talisman Zhenyuan shield, and completely hit this person's left ribs.

Quack!

The crisp sound of bones breaking reached the ears of everyone around.

At this time, He Chaolun's body, as if it was a broken sandbag, was punched away by Ling Xiaoye, a practitioner.

This punch is unpretentious, but it implies the power of irritability.

This punch not only shattered He Chaolun's protective shield, but also shattered the bones of this person's body, and even sent this person flying directly.

He Chaolun's body rolled a few times, and then slammed into the small house of the flying treasure ship.

The man then fell to the ground from the wall of the small house, motionless, except for a faint groan of pain.

At this moment, Ling Xiaoye quietly landed, stood up straight, and let the flying snow fall on him. He just stared at He Chaolun coldly and didn't say a word.

The ship fell into a strange silence all of a sudden.

Most of the people were shocked by Ling Xiaoye's simple punch, and they all fell into deep surprise.

No one dared to say anything!

Because they knew that since Ling Xiaoye returned to the Flying Treasure Ship, they had basically not said a few good words, on the contrary, they were all saying bad things about Ling Xiaoye.

Speaking ill of people to their faces, and the strength of this person has always been underestimated.

So they were all silent and terrified!

After a while, Ling Xiaoye said to Su Mengyu, "You go and see, what's wrong with Shen Yingying." ”

After Su Mengyu heard this, she walked towards Shen Yingying and asked a few questions, but she didn't see Shen Yingying respond.

Ling Xiaoye's face was gloomy at this time, and he walked into He Chaolun silently, and began to grope around him, and finally found a Qiankun bag.

Erasing the divine sense on this Qiankun bag, Ling Xiaoye was able to open the small bag at will.

He turned out some bottles and cans, and then asked the silent warriors around him, "Who of you knows, what did this He Chaolun do to this girl?"

Everyone was silent, and they looked at a loss.

Ling Xiaoye glanced at it and said sharply, "If you don't say it, kill them all!"

"Young man, spare your life!"

A martial artist who was close to Ling Xiaoye immediately pounced, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy.

The others did the same, kneeling and begging for mercy.

Because the two powerful core disciples of the Illusory God Realm in the Rain Soul Hall were now all solved by Ling Xiaoye with one punch, and their strength was far beyond their imagination.

Of course, more than that, they felt Ling Xiaoye's fear and had to do it.

But there was a man, with his mouth tightly pursed, not kneeling or speaking.

Ling Xiaoye took a big moment, this man was not very old, and the style of clothes he was wearing was similar to the two disciples of the Rain Soul Hall just now, but there was no embroidery on his chest.

"You're from the Rain Soul Palace?"

The nervous man was stunned for a moment before nodding.

"Very good, then tell me, what did your senior brother do to you, a fellow disciple?"

The nervous Rain Soul Hall disciple shook his head all of a sudden, and nodded again.

Ling Xiaoye approached this person, stared at the man from the Rain Soul Hall with both eyes, and asked, "Tell me clearly, do you understand or don't understand?"

Facing Ling Xiaoye, whose eyes were like knives, this man from the Rain Soul Hall cried out with a wow:

"Wow...... This is...... Senior Brother He...... Target...... Soul Hook ...... Spell ......"

"Don't cry!"

Ling Xiaoye let out a loud shout.

In this life, like a thunderbolt from the sky, the man who was crying was suddenly calmed and stopped crying, but he still secretly twitched, and then said intermittently:

"This ...... Spell...... There is no antidote, you can wait for a while, Senior Sister Shen...... It will ...... Good for yourself!"

A warrior who can cry in front of the crowd is no longer able to tell a lie compared to this time.

Ling Xiaoye put away the bottles and cans, but he took advantage of the fact that the man was secretly sobbing and took out all the spirit stones in the Qiankun bag, leaving some things that Ling Xiaoye felt worthless inside.

At the end, Ling Xiaoye threw this Qiankun bag back to this disciple of the Rain Soul Hall and said:

"Take it, and then take your senior brother, get out! By the way, when he's ready, you tell him that I've taken the compensation from him. If he is not convinced, you are welcome to come to me. ”

With that, Ling Xiaoye walked to Su Mengyu and Shen Yingying's side.

He picked up the stunned Shen Yingying, called Su Mengyu, and walked back to the small house of the flying treasure ship.

As for the other warriors who were watching, such as Amnesty, they all said:

"Thank you for the grace of the young man not to kill!"

"Thank you so much!"