"Haha, this kid is hiding here. ”

As soon as Ling Xiaoye landed, he found two martial artists rushing out of the woods, and one of them, a small man, said loudly, "You are Ling Xiaoye?"

"That's right," Ling Xiaoye tidied up his clothes after he landed, and replied casually: "What's the matter with me?"

"It's nothing, the Seventh Prince asked us to find you. ”

The other one was a burly, bearded swarthy man, and when he saw Ling Xiaoye's attitude, he immediately became angry: "Hey, I heard that you are there at the Yinguang Auction House and don't give face to the Seventh Prince, is it true?"

"yes, I beat one of his masters!"

The corners of Ling Xiaoye's mouth lifted and he laughed.

"It's good, you don't even pay attention to the Seventh Prince, you have a kind!"

The little warrior, gritting his teeth, spoke.

Ling Xiaoye didn't bother to talk nonsense with these two people at this time, so he said directly: "What do you want? Do you want to come and chat with me, or do you want to fight with me?"

"I want your life!"

The burly man shouted.

However, the little martial artist grabbed the big man and made a look before he said to Ling Xiaoye: "The Seventh Prince said, let me warn you first, if you want to go against our Seventh Prince, even the Eleventh Prince will not be able to protect you at that time." ”

"Of course, now that you are wandering alone on the Forbidden God Island, there must be nothing to do, so the Seventh Prince is magnanimous, he said that as long as you wander around here and don't accumulate points for the Eleventh Prince, otherwise, when the Forbidden God Island is over, you will know what it means to be miserable!"

The little warrior said so much in one breath.

But Ling Xiaoye didn't listen to a word, he smiled and said, "Have you finished talking?"

"It's over, you give me a little honesty!"

The burly man glared at Ling Xiaoye, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Haha, it's really strange, I'm here to help the Eleventh Prince, not to help you Seventh Prince, why should I listen to him?"

"Presumptuous, the majesty of the royal family, how can a pariahed warrior like you ignore it?"

The little martial artist finally couldn't help it, and he also spoke loudly, and in his words, he was full of contempt for Ling Xiaoye.

"Hehe, I'm a pariah, so what kind of noble warrior are you?"

Ling Xiaoye was not angry, but asked rhetorically.

"Horse rider, this kid is really arrogant! he dares to ignore the words of the Seventh Prince. ”

"That's right, let's teach him a lesson!"

"Kill chickens with a knife! I'll do it!"

The burly man stood up, rubbed his hands, and said to Ling Xiaoye: "Boy, I don't want your life today, but I must let you lie in bed for the next ten days and a half months and can't get up!"

"Okay! Sure enough, the iron fist Li Dameng is extraordinary!"

The little warrior cheered on the sidelines.

"Hehe, kid, don't think that you can do whatever you want after defeating a few ordinary Lingming Mirror martial artists in Yuanjing City, you know, there are people outside the sky!"

The burly man slammed his fists into the void, whirring, and his fists were so cold that they were cyan.

"Tie Yuan Fist Method, containing the Taoist meaning of Gangzheng Fist, Li Daoyou's famous stunt!"

The little man cheered again.

Ling Xiaoye stood with his hands in his hands and said in a cold voice, "Are you here to fight, or are you here to show off your martial arts?"

"Damn stinky boy, dare to ignore Lao Tzu's boxing skills!"

The burly man was furious, although he was not a member of the Great Gate Sect, his prestige was no less than that of those Lingming Mirror powerhouses who had fought with Ling Xiaoye.

Now he was angered by Ling Xiaoye's attitude: "No, Lao Tzu is going to be violent, that is, he wants to beat this kid to death, so that the Seventh Prince will be distressed!"

"Uh-huh, go ahead, just kill him, save the Seventh Prince from letting us run errands to find this kid again, it's annoying!"

The little martial artist was on the side, and he also looked at Ling Xiaoye with mocking eyes, as if Ling Xiaoye was already lying there, and was hit in the head by the iron fist Li Dameng, and then died.

Ling Xiaoye laughed suddenly: "Haha, you two, don't tease." If you want to kill me, you're not qualified enough!"

"Hmph, stinky and shameless, it's just a little martial artist in the Wheel of Life Realm, and the confidence you get it!"

Li Dameng roared again, and his fists suddenly struck, and several cyan fist phantoms struck towards Ling Xiaoye's body.

Whew......

The phantom fist struck, and it instantly reached the location where Ling Xiaoye was.

But instead of hitting Ling Xiaoye, he hit a big tree behind him, and with a bang, the one-zhang-wide tree was shattered.

At this time, Ling Xiaoye's figure had already arrived near Li Dameng.

"Dragon Fist!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Xiaoye struck the phantom big fist, and it exploded, slamming Li Dameng, who didn't have time to react, into the air.

Li Dameng obviously didn't expect that Ling Xiaoye would come to his side so quickly, and with such a swift punch, he didn't have time to use his protective shield at all.

So he could only scream and fly upside down.

The little martial artist hadn't woken up from the shock at this time, and he didn't expect that Ling Xiaoye's speed would be so fast and so fierce.

When he reacted, he had already found that a huge sword was on his neck.

The little man looked at Ling Xiaoye's eyes and couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't move, if you move again, your head will be gone. ”

Ling Xiaoye's voice was suddenly very cold.

"You, you, you......"

The little man spoke, stammering.

Ling Xiaoye interrupted the little man's words and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill you two." Even if you are a spiritual mirror and have a Dao intent attack, don't forget, your physical body has not yet changed, and if you go down with a sword, you will still die. ”

"Ling, Ling, Master Ling, what do you want?"

The little man was really frightened by Ling Xiaoye's tone, and his tone suddenly softened, and he wanted to ask for mercy.

"Take out what you have before, give me it!"

Ling Xiaoye did not hesitate to say what he thought.

The little man was a little reluctant, Ling Xiaoye suddenly grabbed the Qiankun bag on the little man's waist with one hand, and then said with a smile: "Hehe, thank you for sending charcoal in the snow!"

Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiaoye punched out, knocking the little man away.

He flew up again, found the burly man Li Dameng who spit blood, and also looted this person's Qiankun bag.

Before leaving, Ling Xiaoye said to this person: "I said, today you came to me for trouble, I have accepted your Qiankun bag now, and I will not kill you." However, I want to warn you, don't think that if you fall in love with the Seventh Prince, you can do whatever you want! Don't let me Ling Xiaoye see it next time, otherwise I will see it once and fight again!"