This dark room is not very large, at most a quarter to a fifth the size of a small exhibition hall. Counting all the stall owners and customers, there were no more than fifty people in this dark room. Just these few actions made at least a dozen eyes focus on Ye Hengyuan's body. Most of the people just glanced at it, and when they saw that it was a hairy boy who had a conflict with two servants, they immediately stopped looking at it and turned their heads back.

"Brother Ye!" Leng Han's tone changed, becoming a little impatient, and he reached out to pull Ye Hengyuan's arm.

The two servants had already moved, and rushed towards Ye Hengyuan one left and one right. The tall servant raised his left arm, raised his left fist high, and hit Ye Hengyuan's right cheek. The fat servant raised his right arm, and his right hand was also clenched into a fist, and he smashed it into Ye Hengyuan's chest.

Ye Hengyuan's feet suddenly stopped, the center of gravity of his body leaned back, his toes exerted force, and the whole person retreated, dodging the fists of the two servants. Both servants pressed their strength into the air, and their bodies almost lost their center of gravity.

"Hmph!" the fat servant snorted, kicked his legs the ground, and his chubby body rushed into Ye Hengyuan's chest like a big ball of meat.

Ye Hengyuan stepped back again, leaned back to the left, raised his right leg, and kicked the fat servant's left knee. The fat servant immediately lost his center of gravity, threw himself forward to the ground, and touched a pair of bracelets made of black jade on the stall to the ground. The bracelet fell directly to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

The tall servant walked forward quickly, raised his hands above his head, clasped his ten fingers, clenched them into fists, and smashed his head towards Ye Hengyuan's head. Ye Hengyuan stepped back again, propped his hands on the ground, and kicked his legs up at the same time, kicking the tall servant's two wrists. The tall servant snorted in pain, his body retreating again and again, his arms trembling.

Ye Hengyuan flipped back with a backflip, stood on the ground again, clapped his hands, exhaled, and looked at the fat servant who had just gotten up from the ground with an expressionless face. The cold cold is already jaw-dropping. He hadn't seen Ye Hengyuan's performance in the hand-to-hand combat training class.

"Bastard!" the fat servant scolded, gritting his teeth, his face and body began to tremble at the same time, and his two small, thread-like eyes seemed to crack. Two dark brown fist gloves appeared on his hands, emitting bursts of earth-attribute spiritual power fluctuations. With the gloves on, his hands immediately became about the size of his fleshy, round head.

The tall servant also showed a gritted tooth expression. In his hand, there was an extra scarlet stick as long as his height. Judging from the appearance, if this stick martial spirit was a real thing, it should be made of wood, but its top was faintly bubbling with orange-red flames. Judging from the level of spiritual power, the level of these two people should be around the second order and the second level.

Ye Hengyuan slowly opened his hands, but he was not preparing to release the martial spirit, but was just accumulating strength. His palms immediately turned turquoise, and circles of air began to spiral around his arms, rapidly changing from formless to tangible, and then from colorless to blue-white.

The two servants still attacked on the left and right. The tall servant raised the stick in his hand and swept towards the left side of Ye Hengyuan's head. The fat servant threw a powerful right hook into his chest.

"Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!

Dozens of white arrows glowing with a slight blue light burst out from the two spiral-shaped air currents at the same time, shooting like lightning towards the two servants. Each air arrow is two fingers thick. Not at their vital parts, but at their arms and hands. At least twelve of them were shot at their wrists.

Hearing only a series of subtle popping sounds, the sleeves of the two servants' arms were torn one after another, and more than a dozen small blood holes were punched out on each arm. The two of them screamed in pain at the same time, fell back several steps, and the martial spirit in their hands disappeared in an instant. Blood ran down their arms, staining the gray-white tiles on the ground.

The two servants in the back were immediately ready to rush forward, but were stopped by the "Third Young Master". They had no choice but to support the two injured servants and retreat behind the "third young master".

"Are you a student of the Cangling Academy?"

The "Third Young Master" lowered his head and looked at Ye Hengyuan with a level-eyed gaze, his face was a little more vigilant, and his tone was a little more respectful.

"Exactly. Ye Hengyuan nodded and replied expressionlessly.

"Which sect are you from, or rather, which family are you?" The Third Young Master took a step forward, the corners of his mouth moved twice, and his hands slowly clenched into fists. Two waves of spiritual power rippled out of his palm.

More and more customers and stall owners put down what they were doing and looked at the two young people standing facing each other. The black-haired little girl, who was originally so frightened that she shrank on the ground, slowly opened her ten fingers, revealing her face that had been covered by her palm, looking at Ye Hengyuan's side face. On her slightly pale little face, two faint little red flowers appeared.

"I have no sect. Ye Hengyuan shook his head lightly and looked into the eyes of the "Third Young Master". There was a hint of excitement in those amber eyes.

The "Third Young Master" raised his hand and pointed to the gate behind Ye Hengyuan.

"Let's go out and talk. It's not convenient here. ”

"Good. Ye Hengyuan nodded immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

The two walked out of the dark room and stood on a brick floor on the outskirts of the flower bed. Whether it is those old men who play chess, or the literati led by Eguanbo, they don't seem to see these two young people who are ready to fight, still doing their own things.

The "Third Young Master" tilted his head and looked around a few times, as if he was looking for someone. The two almost identical servants who had just followed him stood by the wall with the two wounded servants in their arms. They each had an extra bottle of ointment in their hands and were medicating the two wounded servants. The wounds caused by Ye Hengyuan to them were not deep, just some skin injuries. But if you go a little deeper, it will hurt your muscles and bones.

Leng Han also stood on the other side of the wall. He didn't call the security team, but just stared at Ye Hengyuan, who was facing the "Third Young Master". He could see that the cultivation of this "Third Young Master" should be not much different from him and Ye Hengyuan. But he also understood that he couldn't persuade Ye Hengyuan.

"You're the first person of your generation to dare to do that to me. "Third Young Master" said lightly.

"It's the first time I've seen someone like you. Ye Hengyuan's tone seemed to be talking to himself.

"Hmph. ”

The "Third Young Master" snorted coldly, opened his palms, and took off his coat, revealing the brown tights inside. A layer of spiritual power fluctuations spread out in an arc around his body. This spiritual power was brown, but not the maroon of Wang He's, but pure dark brown, with a hint of gray mixed with the edges.

Ye Hengyuan suddenly took two steps back, his eyebrows tightened, his eyes widened, and his breathing began to become rapid. The feeling told him that this spiritual power was extremely sharp, and the energy contained in it was pure destructive energy. Among the spirit masters of the same level, the destructive power of this energy is definitely the greatest.

Destruction attribute. This person is of the attribute of destruction.

The "Third Young Master" saw Ye Hengyuan showing a hint of panic, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Hmph, are you afraid? The spiritual power attribute of our direct disciples of the Canglong Sect is the most rare destructive attribute among the twelve elemental attributes.

The dark brown spiritual power fluctuations condensed and formed in his right hand, gradually materializing. Sharp spiritual power fluctuations began to cut through the air around him, making a faint sound like the chirping of insects.

It was a machete. A machete as long as his arm. From the outside, the machete has a strange style, with dark brown bumps on the back of the knife, each with a round white dot. The blue-gray blade is depicted with clusters of patterns, and the patterns around it are like clouds, and the pattern in the middle is also a dragon, but it is cyan. If you look closely, you can see that there are also several inconspicuous bumps on the blade, like the bones of some kind of creature.

"Canglongbone Knife. Leng Han accurately called out the name of this martial spirit.

The "Third Young Master" smiled again, glanced at Leng Han, who was standing at the base of the wall, held the knife in both hands, and raised the knife to his chest. Dark brown flames burned from the blade, spreading throughout the blade. It was not a flame, but a flame of destruction condensed with destructive energy.

"Flames of destruction. The secret mastery of the Canglong Sect. Only direct children can master it. The cold tone did not waver in the slightest.

"Your friend is very knowledgeable," "Third Young Master" looked at Ye Hengyuan with a sneer, "It's a pity that you don't seem to be as good as him." ”

Ye Hengyuan didn't say anything, but just released his dragon pattern Fang Tian Halberd. On the halberd pole, the dark green dragon-shaped pattern suddenly burst into blue light. The same sharp wind attribute spiritual power swirled out from his body, turning into five spherical air currents that spread out in the five directions ahead.

The "Third Young Master" was forced to take two steps back, gritted his teeth, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and hooked the bulge on the handle of the knife with the thumb of his left hand and the little finger of his right hand at the same time. On top of this slightly yellowish hilt, there is also a bulge that resembles a bone knuckle, but is much larger than on the back of the knife. The Flame of Destruction on the blade became a little thicker again, and it withstood the impact of the five air currents. The four servants at the wall were all knocked to the ground by the impact, both the two injured and the other two uninjured.

Ye Hengyuan held the halberd in both hands and pointed the tip of the halberd directly at the chest of the "Third Young Master". Three firefly-like spots of turquoise light lit up on the tip of the halberd and the two crescent blades.

"Dragon Pattern Fang Heavenly Halberd?!" The voice of the "Third Young Master" immediately changed, and his legs rubbed on the ground and took three steps back, and his pace was unsteady