"Fuck off. Ding Yan glanced at this person and said indifferently.

The Wanbao Pavilion disciple was stunned when he heard this, as if he had heard something incredible, and he was dumbfounded.

A martial artist in the lower spirit realm actually dared to speak disrespectfully to him as a smart and perfect person, this feeling made him feel as if he had heard a big joke.

However, he soon became angry and said sharply, "Boy, what are you talking about!"

This time, Ding Yan didn't even bother to speak, his right hand was raised, and a golden vitality condensed into a hand.

Anyway, his Skeleton Spirit Ring is also a superb spiritual weapon, not to mention, in the Skeleton Spirit Ring, there is also the Ice Spring Flower sent by the Divine Ice Academy, which is an eighth-order spirit grass, although I don't know why the plaque does not show light, but Ding Yan is sure that it must be the power of the Yuan God that isolates prying eyes.

In everyone's opinion, the power of the Yuan Shen is the power that only a Venerable-level powerhouse can have, and the Venerable is not an existence that anyone can easily peep at.

Golden Charm!!

As soon as he made a move, Ding Yan almost took out all his strength, and the power of the talisman turned into a golden palm and bombarded this person, directly slapping this person out without any resistance.

"You" The face of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion disciple was horrified, a martial artist from the lower Spirit Realm not only dared to attack him, but also defeated him with one palm, his proud Body Protector True Yuan was vulnerable, and his original disdain was instantly replaced by shock.

However, he still reacted and looked at Ding Yan: "You actually spread wild in our Wanbao Pavilion! Even if you are a genius in the sect, you will die." ”

Ding Yan's cultivation, he saw it very clearly, it was only the lower spirit realm, but the power of one blow was actually so powerful, which made him shocked and horrified, thinking that it was a peerless genius from a sect.

But in his mind, even if Ding Yan was a genius from the sect, he was not afraid. Although Wanbao Pavilion is not a sect, its strength, even the sect does not dare to underestimate it, even the Great Zhou Emperor Dynasty and the Shuiyue Emperor Dynasty dare not take Wanbao Pavilion what to do.

That's the force!

"Who is so unruly and noisy. Jin Yuanqi shook the void, instantly attracting the attention of the Wanbao Pavilion, and a fat middle-aged man in a steward robe walked out of the house, and after seeing the disciples on the side, he was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "Why don't you let me roll to the back and embarrass us here?"

"Senior brother, these two" The disciple glared at Ding Yan, ready to say something.

"I'll let you go!"

The fat middle-aged man's right hand poked out, and a cloud of brown light shrouded it, and in an instant, the fleshy right hand expanded countless times, like a chicken, lifting the disciple and throwing it to the back of the house.

After doing all this, on the right hand of the fat middle-aged man, the light faded, and he glanced back at Ding Yan and Mu Zhenzhen, and finally stopped at Ding Yan.

"Why did this friend bully my Wanbao Pavilion disciple? Could it be that there is no one in Wanbao Pavilion?" The fat middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, staring at Ding Yan, and the cold light flickered.

Ding Yan looked at the fat middle-aged man indifferently, stood with his hands in his hands, and did not speak.

In the Xiuzhen world, as the overlord of the Tribulation, where is he not admired?

Although he was reborn twice, the temperament cultivated in the cultivation world for 10,000 years has penetrated deep into the depths of the soul, and with the growth of cultivation, it is gradually revealed.

It wasn't much at first, until a part of the primordial spirit was unlocked, and that mentality was revealed again.

Maybe after a long time, he can change this habit, but in a short time, it will still be revealed unconsciously.

It's an instinct that has been cultivated for a long time!

Behind Ding Yan, Mu Zhen really looked at Ding Yan blankly.

Although she knew that Ding Yan's strength was very strong, not as bad as she saw on the surface, after all, she was not an ordinary person to be able to win the title of the younger generation of kings in the Southern Regions, but she never thought that Ding Yan's strength was so strong.

The Wanbao Pavilion disciple who was slapped away by Ding Yan was a cultivator in the early stage of the Agility Consummation, even if he was also a martial artist in the early stage of the Agility Consummation, it was impossible to slap the other party away by surprise.

"What do you call a friend" As he spoke, a terrifying momentum erupted from the fat middle-aged man's body.

The momentum is like a mountain and a sea, condensed and majestic.

The late stage realm of agility and consummation is comparable to Chen Tianmou.

Ding Yan stood in place, his expression was indifferent, and under the momentum of the fat steward, he didn't even flutter his clothes, and even Mu Zhenzhen, who was behind him, was not affected.

Seeing this, the fat steward flashed his eyes, retracted his momentum, laughed, and said: "Senior brother is not sensible, I forgot that we are open to do business, it is rare for a friend to help me teach me a lesson, please friend." ”

The attitude of the fat steward suddenly changed, revealing an enthusiastic look, and personally led Ding Yan in.

At the end of the day, it's all about strength.

Even if Ding Yan is really a genius from the sect, and the fat steward is not afraid, but as a master in the late stage of the consummation, under the full suppression, the other party did not show a trace of discomfort, as if the pressure was like a breeze to the other party.

This kind of character is not only a big force behind him, but his own strength is also unfathomable.

"Then there's the labor steward. Secretly retracting the power of the primordial gods, Ding Yan said with a smile.

Simple momentum suppression, in the final analysis, is just two martial artists relying on the strong fight between cultivation and Zhenyuan, one side is weak, then the natural momentum is suppressed, which is really insignificant for Ding Yan.

You must know that the power of the Yuan Shen is much stronger than the True Yuan, and with the momentum of the True Yuan, the power of the Yuan Shen cannot be shaken at all.

Unless it's that special momentum. Such as evil, murderous, and artistic conception.

"Ding Yan, are you already smart and complete?" The girl did not follow up, but stood outside, with a pair of bright eyes, looking at Ding Yan, as if she wanted to see him through.

Ding Yan looked at the girl, a hint of softness flashed in her eyes, "It's almost counted."

The girl raised her head and showed a smile on her face, "It turns out that your strength is so strong, my aunt is right, I am really a fool." ”

Ding Yan stopped and looked at the girl, not understanding why she reacted like this.

"Ding Yan, if one day in the future, I am in danger, will you go and save me?" the girl said suddenly.

Airplanes!

Looking at the girl's face, Ding Yan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. A picture suddenly came to mind.

"If one day in the future, I am in danger, will you come to save me?" A woman with a gentle expression looked at Ding Yan, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Definitely. Ding Yan, who was dressed in green clothes, hugged the woman and said softly

thunderclap

Above the Rain Mountain.

The torrential rain poured down and turned into a curtain of rain.

A woman in white was soaked in the rain, her black hair was white, and she stood in the rain, looking crazy and her eyes full of hatred.

"Haha Ding Yan, Ding Zhenren, you are so ruthless. In order to condense the Yuan Shen, you can even abandon Ding Yan with your own daughter, I hate you!"

Hate you!

Hate you!!

In the madness, the woman's figure, hidden by the endless rain and fog, left a voice that echoed in her mind.

Standing in the distance, Ding Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just silently watched the woman's departing back.

A wave of dizziness, a sharp pain hit.

"Spiritual Ink"

After a long time, a clear stream overflowed from his soul, Ding Yan came back to his senses violently, and found that he was still standing in the Wanbao Pavilion, in front of him, the girl's bright eyes were watching him, and behind him, the fat middle-aged man was waiting, and the scene just now was just a breath in the past.

Ding Yan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, looked at the girl, and nodded.

"Yes. ”

Although there are not many opportunities for the two to meet, for some reason, as soon as Mu Zhenzhen's words came out, Ding Yan saw her.

"I believe in you. ”

The girl smiled