"Who is it, who has the ability to stand up!" The fat tiger was stunned, and his face gradually turned cold.

The crowd dispersed, and four figures walked out of it.

The leader sat in a white shirt, received two black balls, and his hands surged, and the world slowly rotated in his palms.

Behind him were three beautiful women, all dressed coolly, all with a charming face.

"Who are you?" Fat Tiger obviously didn't recognize the identity of the middle-aged man.

This person was full of restraint, and the Fat Tiger Yuanying's early spiritual sense did not clear his cultivation.

But from the aura of danger on his body, this person's strength must be extremely terrifying.

But when he thought of Mu Qiu and Nan Wuyue in the team, he was a little calm in his heart, and his arrogance did not decrease in the slightest.

"Late Yuan Infant!" When Mu Qiu saw the person coming, his pupils shrank sharply, not because he was surprised by his cultivation, but because of the person's age.

A person who cultivates immortals, his appearance can be permanent, but his life soul can't, judging from this person's life and soul demeanor, he is at least an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

After countless trials, the Four Elephants Trial has become a sect for newcomers to exercise.

This kind of strong man who is not of the younger generation, this is the first time he has met it.

"Joyful Immortal Ling listens to the rain!" Yin Xiaoyan exclaimed.

The man in white shirt was stunned by Yin Xiaoyan's exclamation, and immediately glanced at her, and immediately smiled on his face.

"Isn't this Xiaoyan of the Hehuan Sect, in the end, we are also in the same door, why don't you come to say hello when you see your uncle?"

"I didn't expect that I hadn't seen you for a long time, but I had grown so big, come, let Uncle Shi hug ......" He walked towards Yin Xiaoyan with a familiar face.

Seeing this, the latter hurriedly hid behind the fat tiger.

Sticking out his little head, he said with a sarcastic face: "Who is the same door as you, a thief!" ”

Fat Tiger was between the two, and he smelled something unusual from the conversation between them.

The fat tiger is fat, let alone a Yin Xiaoyan, even if two more people are added, they can block it tightly.

"Get out of here!" The man in the white shirt couldn't help but be a little irritable, and he slapped the fat tiger without warning.

The strength of the late Yuan Baby, even if it is just a random palm, is not something that the fat tiger can catch.

But he didn't show any fear, and the furious wind of his palms blew his face a little twisted.

The fat tiger still did not change his face and stood proudly.

Airplanes!

Just as this palm was about to be firmly imprinted on the fat tiger's face door, an inky black sword qi slashed through.

The white-shirted man's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly retracted the attack.

It's just that the speed of the sword qi is extremely fast, and even if he retracts his palm in time, his little finger will be cut off in an instant.

The fat tiger, who thought he was going to take a hard palm, was stunned by this sudden sword qi, and then he came back to his senses and turned his head to look at Nan Wuyue.

The sword in the latter's hand had been unsheathed, and his expression was cold, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

He cast a grateful glance at Nan Wuyue, who glanced at Mu Qiu with a smile on his face, indicating that Mu Qiu had asked him to do it.

Even so, Fat Tiger also changed his senses to Nan Wuyue, but he didn't expect this cold little white face to be so righteous at a critical moment.

The white-shirted man's fingers were cut, and his face immediately showed pain.

But the color of pain disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his head, glanced at the remaining half of his right finger, and then stretched out the severed finger that was drenched in blood.

Seeing this, a woman behind him hurriedly stepped forward, put the severed finger in her mouth, licked it gently, and looked like she was enjoying it.

The man in the white shirt looked up at Nan Wuyue, who was expressionless, and a bloodthirsty rainbow flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Mu Qiu's stomach couldn't help but churn, this is too perverted......

"It turned out to be Ling Tingyu, I heard that he was the head of Xiaoyaomen, how could he appear here."

"What kind of fart Xiaoyaomen, it's just that he is self-appointed, there are only a dozen people in Xiaoyaomen, and they are all forbidden by him Ling Tingyu."

"This person is chic, he used to be in the Hehuan Sect, which was full of women, but now he is on his own, and he is still surrounded by warblers and swallows."

"Chic fart, I heard that although this person claims to be a free immortal, he is extremely insidious and vicious."

"Be quiet, don't be heard......"

Some of the people in the crowd had already recognized the identity of the man in the white shirt, and a whisper came.

"After coming out of the Hehuan Sect, it was the first time I was injured...... "The man in white shirt withdrew his hand, and the woman in cool clothes had blood stains on the corners of her mouth, looking reluctant.

"I said, pay attention, there are children here." Mu Qiu interrupted him and pointed at Xiao Qi, who was glazed over.

The white-shirted man named Ling Tingyu still had a lot to say, but when he was interrupted by Mu Qiu, he didn't know where to start, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

Seeing this, Mu Qiu couldn't help but smile.

If you want to pretend to be forced in front of the master, no way!

Ling Tingyu ignored Mu Qiu, he stared at Nan Wuyue who was standing with his sword in his hand, his eyes were full of cold killing intent.

"This is over, it is rumored that Feng Ling Tingyu has to return one finger of his head, and this black-robed sword will cut off one of his fingers, and he will definitely not give up."

"Hmph, didn't you see that the black-robed sword cultivator bird didn't bird him, cut off one of his fingers at will, do you think he would be afraid of Ling Tingyu?" A voice retorted.

"That's right, and the young man with the giant sword on his back, who doesn't look like a simple person."

"He's just making a sneak attack, how can he be an opponent with this Ling Tingyu Yuanying's late strength?" The person who was previously refuted was clearly unconvinced.

"A powerhouse in this realm, you can sneak one up?"

"Do you think you're like you in the early stage of the garbage Jindan?"

"yes, something you can't see!"

Voices rang out, and the person who retorted smiled awkwardly when he saw this, and then withdrew from the crowd.

The battle was inevitable, and a group of monks slowly retreated in order not to be affected, leaving an open space with a lively look on their faces.

At the entrance of this cave, only Ling Tingyu and Mu Qiu were left.

"Kill yourself, or you and your friends will die!" Ling Tingyu's left hand was playing with the black ball faster and faster.

Except for the fat tiger and the beautiful woman, everyone else in this group is not afraid, this black-robed sword cultivator's sword just now, although the speed is extremely fast, but the strength is not very strong.

Being able to cut off his fingers all the time is completely the reason for his carelessness.

However, the scene in his mind where Nan Wuyue was afraid of begging for mercy did not appear.

Because Nan Wuyue didn't bird him at all.

Not only that, but the group of people in front of him looked at him like fools.

This made Ling Tingyu, who was already ready to pretend to be forced, a little unacceptable.

"Boy, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear!" He stretched out his injured hand, pointed at Nan Wuyue and shouted.

Airplanes!

Draw your sword!

Nan Wuyue's figure flashed past him like lightning.

Put away your sword!

A set of actions in one go.

At this moment, Ling Tingyu's outstretched arm fell off and slowly fell to the ground.

"Next time you point at me, it's your head that will fall." Nan Wuyue's cold voice sounded, and her whole body returned to Mu Qiu's side like a ghost.