readx;? Chapter 108 Yang Lin

Entering the Black Wind Stream, the first scene of the curtain is a large basin in front of you, with all kinds of ancient vegetation lush and green, which forms a particularly sharp contrast with the perennial poisonous miasma outside the stream. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the message left by Lin Yong, this basin, which is no more than the size of a village, has been divided by various forces, occupying different places according to the level of strength. The closer you get to the inside, the stronger you are, and of course the more advantageous your position is.

Wu Feng looked around at the dense tents around him, turned his head to look at Han Xian and said, "Brother Han, are you going to join the Nine Mansions or go to Siyuan Pavilion with me?"

"Smack!" Han Xian closed the folding fan in his hand and smiled: "I'd better meet with the elders of the mansion first before going to meet Brother Feng! After all, when I came here, I need to say hello to the elders of the mansion." ”

Wu Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, let's separate here!"

"Well, goodbye!"

The two separated, and Wu Feng stepped on the thick humus soil and walked forward slowly. According to the information in the jade slip, the area of Siyuan Pavilion was the deepest in the northwest of the entire Black Wind Stream, and it was also the closest place to the entrance of Qingyunpeng's tomb.

Occupying such a favorable area is naturally favored by many forces, but no force rushes forward without long eyes, whether it was in the past or now, this Siyuan Pavilion is the most feared existence of many top forces, especially after knowing that Lin Yong, the Emperor of the Heavenly Bell of the First Generation, is also inextricably linked with Siyuan Pavilion, this fear is even greatest!

Along the way, Wu Feng saw from time to time areas with distinct and strict divisions, and at the same time, there were some alliances composed of a few scattered cultivators. Of course, to be able to stand proud here under the pressure of so many powerful forces, the strength is naturally extraordinary.

Just from the scattered cultivation he encountered along the way, Wu Feng found three Creation Realm powerhouses! The rest were all existences above the Source Sea Realm......

Wu Feng sensed it, and then secretly smacked his tongue! At this moment, the number of strong people gathered in this black wind stream has reached a very terrifying number, if you pull it out, I am afraid that there is no top force in the Great Han Empire that can compare with it! Of course, this is compared on the basis of not having a strong person in the Martial Emperor Realm.

Otherwise, if an old force like the Yuxiao Sword Sect and Xihu Island can just walk out of a Martial Emperor Realm powerhouse, they can single-handedly challenge a group of people here, what is the Martial Emperor Realm? Generally speaking, it is the emperor of the warriors, the emperor of the mortals......

After walking four or five hundred meters, a small dirt bag gradually appeared in front of him, and it was also the land plate occupied by Siyuan Pavilion. Turning over the earthen bag is the entrance to the tomb of Qingyunpeng, which can be said to be near the water!

No wonder the Ji family is obsessed with this place...... Wu Feng secretly guessed.

Suddenly, Wu Feng heard a very noisy sound, raised his head to look in the direction of the source of the sound, and at this moment, there seemed to be a group of people arguing there on the dirt slope.

"Yang Lin, let me tell you, don't go too far by relying on the fact that you are the son of the Dharma King! This war knife was brought out of the tomb by the brothers with their lives, why should you take it away with a word?"

In the crowd, a young man with blood on his mouth was supported and glared ahead, and behind him, a group of people dressed in uniform gray clothes also looked angry.

On the opposite side of them, there were many young men and women in luxurious clothes, and their demeanor was faintly revealed, showing that their identities were by no means ordinary!

"It's too much, heh, a bunch of minions are also qualified to negotiate terms with me? Don't say it's you gang of Deadpools, the entire Siyuan Pavilion is ours, even your lives!"

In front of these men and women in sumptuous costumes, a handsome man stood proudly, and he sneered with disdain in the face of the accusations of the seriously injured young man in front of him.

As soon as his words fell, the men and women behind him burst out laughing, and they all looked at these people with a playful look. Their backs are all some powerful bigwigs in Siyuan Pavilion, for them, they are absolute kings and nobles in Siyuan Pavilion, these people are just subordinates and slaves who work hard for themselves.

Now a lowly Deadpool is actually bargaining with him, which makes them feel like they can't laugh.

"If you do this, you are not afraid that the young master knows!" The eyes of the injured young man burned with anger, and the war knife in their mouth was brought from the tomb by himself and other brothers who desperately brought it from the tomb of Qingyunpeng, and they also took a few lives for this.

Originally, Shang Nian brought a large amount of information under Qing Yunpeng's tomb to them, and as a reward, he gave them this sword of the Five Rank Source Weapon, and now this group of high-level disciples of Siyuan Pavilion just came and wanted to grab the sword without saying a word, how could this not make them feel angry?

Hearing the words of the young master, the handsome man called Yang Lin had a slightly gloomy face, and then snorted coldly and gritted his teeth: "Oh......? It's a pity, if you don't hand over the knife again, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for your young master anymore. ”

Rumble!

A powerful source power fluctuation swept out of Yang Lin's body! Deadpools who felt this aura suddenly changed their faces, although this Yang Lin was a high-level gentleman, his strength was not low at all, and he had reached the peak of the Source Infant Realm!

How old is he? At most, he is in his early twenties, which is enough to show how good his talent is.

"Hehe... Yang Lin, isn't the young master in their mouth the guy who robbed you of the position of the young master? Tut-tut, now that I see that you have lost the hearts of the people of Siyuan Pavilion. ”

"That's not it, I heard that the strength of that person named Wu Feng has reached the realm of creation! I don't know how many streets someone has been thrown out, this situation is very normal!"

"Alas, poor Brother Lin, the dream of a young master since he was a child has been shattered like this. ”

"Hahaha......"

The men and women behind Yang Lin took the opportunity to fan the flames and sneer. They are also high-level descendants, and the competition between them is naturally fierce. And this Yang Lin's father's strength and power are a little tougher, so Yang Lin has always been stable with them since he was a child, and now when they see Yang Lin embarrassed, how can they not laugh?

Hearing the cynicism of the group of people behind him, Yang Lin's killing intent in his heart could no longer be controlled, only to see his right foot slam on the ground, and his body suddenly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the injured young man.

"Bring me the sword!"

Yang Lin's face was extremely distorted and hideous at this moment due to anger, and he saw that he leaned out a hand like an eagle's claw, and the dark green source power continued to roll in his hand, directly taking the young man's head.

If he had been struck by this blow, I was afraid that the young man's head would have been torn apart on the spot.

A group of young men and women watched with a playful attitude, as if they didn't care about the bloody scene that was about to happen. They usually kill countless people every day, and some of the methods are even more bloody and cruel than Yang Lin is now, looking at everything in front of them is just like eating a little pre-dinner side dish, insignificant.

A group of Deadpools on the opposite side looked at the scene in front of them angrily and in horror, but no one dared to step forward to stop it, for them, this Yang Lin is not an existence that can be touched by himself in terms of strength and status, and stepping forward to stop it is tantamount to seeking death!

Therefore, one by one, they could only watch this scene angrily, but they could not do anything.

The seriously injured young man seemed to know his fate, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha...... If you rely on the sword in the next life, you don't believe in heaven and don't care for you!!"

When all Deadpool heard this roar, their hearts couldn't help but be violently shaken, and many of them had quietly closed their eyes, and tears of powerless remorse slipped quietly......

"Die!"

Yang Lin laughed hideously and was already approaching in front of him, and his palm was about to be slapped down on the head of the already desperate young man!

Just when everyone had already expected the next scene, Yang Lin's angry roar suddenly came: "Who are you?

Everyone looked at it, but they were completely stunned by the scene in front of them.

Yang Lin was about to take a picture of the arm that was only a centimeter away from the top of the Deadpool young man's head, and was grabbed by a white and smooth palm, and beside Yang Lin, a young man who looked several years younger than Yang Lin was smiling at him......

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