Yang Ling heard everything clearly, he had never thought about this question before, and when he thought about it carefully, he felt that there was something strange in it.

When he remembered the killing king who slaughtered wantonly on the long plains, he was restrained by the ancient artifacts in the four cities, and finally retreated in a rage.

Could such a powerful ancient artifact really come from the void, he didn't believe it.

"From another world, or from a more powerful and mysterious place, where are those artifacts connected?"

At this time, many people were thinking about this question, and the person who seemed to know the answer was also silent, as if there was some taboo.

At this moment, Yang Ling had hidden regret in his heart, because he had not yet found out the specific location of Tongtian City.

I saw him ask those people, "Brother Tai, I don't know where the Tongtian City is?"

Those people looked at him, and someone said: "Tongtian City is not far away, but because of the special protection of the eye, almost no one knows its exact location, in the past, the black cliffs, Heming Valley, these major forces had warrants to trade with the city, but even if they want to go to Tongtian City, they have to be led by the envoys of the people in the city." ”

Yang Ling thanked the man, and then frowned, knowing that the only way to enter Tongtian City was to obtain the so-called trading warrant.

And now there are ten known major forces outside the city, and there are constantly spiritual cultivators coming from distant places, and in the future, it will be even more of a situation where hundreds of ships are competing for the current, and it is too difficult to obtain a trading warrant.

While everyone was talking, several people poured in from outside, and the leader was a young man, who was quite handsome, and he glanced at the wine shop, his brows furrowed, as if he was disgusted with everything in front of him.

Behind him, there was a person with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, small eyeballs fluttering, and after a few breaths, he quickly ran to Yang Ling, knocked on the table and said, "Boy, this is not where you should sit, hurry up!"

Yang Ling was looking down to think, but he was knocked on the table, very dissatisfied, and then he heard the other party's wild words, and he was even more angry.

He stood up suddenly, looked at the other party coldly, and scolded angrily: "What are you, you are pointing fingers here?"

And the little desolate beast that had been sleeping under his feet was also quite angry because it was disturbed to rest, and jumped on the table with a bang, waving its claws at the tooth and claw, and roaring in a low voice.

The liquor store is very large, and there are many people, and not many people pay attention to the situation here.

I saw that the thief-eyed man smiled gloomily, and then ran back to the handsome boy in a blink of an eye, bowed his head and said, "That person refused to give up his position, and asked us what we were!"

The handsome young man's face was gloomy, and he whispered to a middle-aged man beside him, "Uncle Meng, how is that person's cultivation?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, he looked at Yang Ling carefully, and then said: "It's just the early stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, but there is no aura lingering outside his body, it should be that he has covered his breath with treasures, there should be someone behind this person, and his ability is not bad." ”

The handsome boy nodded and said in a low voice: "It's okay, as long as Hong Yuze doesn't come out, who else am I afraid of Qingwang Mountain?"

Then he gave a few orders, and the man with the thief's eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes walked in front of Yang Ling with the two Fu Habitat Realm spiritual cultivators.

"Is your father Hong Yuze?" asked the man with a thief's eyebrows.

Yang Ling felt inexplicable, and the fiery white-hoofed beast jumped up and down, squeaking the tables and chairs, grinning its teeth and roaring constantly.

"What is Hong Yuze? My father can slap him to death!" When he mentioned Hong Yuze, his teeth itched with hatred.

At this moment, some people at the adjacent table were attracted by the abnormality here, and when they heard Yang Ling's words, some people sneered, feeling that he was too self-conscious.

There are also well-wishers who reminded: "Brother, take it when you see it, this is a person from Qingwang Mountain, it's not easy to mess with!"

Yang Ling was shocked, he had heard of the name of Qingwang Mountain, which was ranked second among the top ten forces, with at least thousands of spiritual cultivators, and the scale was constantly expanding.

But it's come to this, and there's no chance of getting out.

I saw the thief-eyed guy and said disdainfully: "Since your father is not Hong Yuze, then wait for death!"

After saying this, the Fu Habitat Spiritual Cultivator beside him slapped Yang Ling in the face.

This person made a fierce move, the light in the wide palm was misty, and as soon as he made a move, he stirred the air and gave birth to a strong wind.

Yang Ling's hair was blown messily, and his face was cut by the strong wind like knives and arrows.

And the fire-eyed white-hoofed beast that had been roaring incessantly trembled with fright, and swooped under the table, its eyes full of fear.

Seeing the palm in front of him, he was furious, his body jerked back, he dodged the attack, and then smashed his fist at the opponent.

When that person came, he was told that the opponent was only a cultivator in the early stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, so he didn't expect Yang Ling to be able to dodge that slap at all.

What he didn't expect was that this little guy in the Spirit Gathering Realm would dare to fight back, and his fist speed was extremely fast and sharp, and the hunting wind turned into a wind blade.

Feeling the fury of the air, he was shocked and tried his best to dodge, but it was too late.

'Bang~'

The fists and faces touched, and I saw a figure flying out diagonally, smashing the wine table hard.

He vomited blood from his mouth, his teeth fell to the ground, and when he looked closely, his face bones had collapsed, which was very miserable.

Seeing that his companion was seriously injured in one face, the other spiritual practitioner subconsciously took three steps back, not knowing what to do.

Yang Ling's face was pale, he looked at the man in front of him, and kicked it over.

The other party was just a mid-stage spiritual cultivator of the Spirit Gathering Realm who was clever in his words, and he couldn't avoid this brazen kick at all.

In the noise of everyone, another figure turned into a curve and fell heavily.

Yang Ling pressed forward step by step, and had no intention of giving up.

At this time, the handsome boy who had been standing at the door was already angry, the long sword in his hand kept groaning, and the silver light burst out from his hand.

'Buzz~'

The sword was unsheathed, the light shone brightly, and the onlookers nearby exclaimed loudly, and some of them, fearing that they would be harmed, had already jumped out of the window and stood at a distance to watch.

This handsome boy is young, and he is already a half-step cultivator of the Yuan Realm, and the huge momentum of the crowd keeps retreating, the tables and chairs are shattered, and the wine is flying.

"This person is the second son of Qingwang Mountain, the rumors are indeed true, it is so powerful, how can our younger generation raise their heads?"

"Yes, I heard that he is not yet twenty years old, he is really a genius against the sky, I am afraid that he will be able to break through to the Transformation Yuan Realm cultivator soon!"

Everyone talked about it and was envious.

And some people have already developed pity for Yang Ling, feeling that he has made a big deal, not only provoking such a powerful young man, but also offending Qingwang Mountain, which is in full swing.

"Haha, this kid is really unlucky, I'm afraid it will be difficult to die in the future!" someone saw that Yang Ling was weak, and he actually gloated.

The man in the middle of the Transformation Yuan Realm beside the second son of Qingwang Mountain frowned, staring at Yang Ling, wanting to see through the latter.

He really couldn't understand how a spiritual cultivator in the early stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm could burst out with such powerful energy.

"Childe be careful, this person is a little weird, his treasure that conceals his aura should have a psychedelic effect, which makes me mistakenly think that he only has the cultivation of the early stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm!"

The second prince was completely fearless, because he had strong self-confidence, and among the younger generation, no one could escape the sword in his hand.

"Die!"

He shouted angrily, his long sword was like a dragon, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and the silver brilliance in the sky filled the entire wine shop, dazzling and dazzling, making everyone unable to look directly.

Then he flew up, and the white robe made a hunting sound, turning into a white crane in the sky, and pressing down.

The robe flew like a crane feather, and endless coercion burst out, storming the waves and sweeping the eight wildernesses.

Yang Ling's aura was unexpectedly disordered in this coercion like **, he thought that he could be invincible in the Fu Habitat Realm with all his means, but at this time, the murderous second son on the opposite side gave him a blow to the head.

"Could it be that this person is also cultivating a mid-level spiritual cultivation method and can't succeed in it, otherwise how could he be so powerful?"

He was a little skeptical, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely, because the middle-level exercises were rare to see.

'Wow~'

The long sword is like a rainbow, sharp and domineering, and the silver light is like a big river, accompanied by countless snowflakes falling down, each snowflake contains a trace of sword intent, which can easily crack gold and stone.

Yang Ling's face was solemn, the true power in his body was running wildly, and he let out the indignation in his chest with a long shout, and he clenched his hands into fists and killed the other party.

Seeing the posture of the two, others were discussing, and some people couldn't help but shake their heads when they saw Yang Ling with their bare hands, thinking that he was too big.

And Yang Ling was also quite helpless, his soul shattering spear could not be taken out in public, and the silver rake teeth were put into the ghost head ring, if it appeared out of thin air, it would be too shocking, so he could only meet the enemy with both hands.

His fists were like black iron, and his fists were shining, and he headed towards the opponent's chest with a strong killing intent.

The second son frowned slightly, and felt from the other party that although there were tens of millions of people, the fierce momentum should not be underestimated.

Looking at the furious fists, he smiled coldly, and the long sword slashed straight away.

Countless silver snowflakes mixed with the sword intent in the sky instantly enveloped Yang Ling's arm.

The sword intent was endless, and it kept impacting like a tide, instantly penetrating his muscles and stabbing at his bones.

The pain in the heart struck, Yang Ling clenched his teeth, and the Vajra Method worked to the extreme, giving birth to a layer of golden light in the flesh and skin, forcing all the sword intent out of the body.

At this moment, his heart was shocked, and he truly realized that there are people outside the world.

The next moment, the long sword collided with the fist, and the silver light was raging, and blood was splashed.

Yang Ling snorted in pain and kept retreating, the long sword had already cut through his flesh and slashed at his bones.

He was shocked, staring at the silver sword with his eyes, and felt that there was something strange in it.

And the second son of Qingwang Mountain was even more surprised, looking at Yang Ling in disbelief.

"You can keep your arm, my sword is made of meteorite iron!" he exclaimed.

Everyone was in an uproar, meteorite iron was very rare, and the blades refined were extremely sharp, far beyond ordinary weapons, close to the legendary treasure.

Treasures are rare, they can be easily integrated with people, and high-quality treasures can increase the strength of the master.

Although the sword of this second prince is not a treasure, it can still increase his strength by three percent, and this sword can completely cut off the bones of the powerhouses in the early stage of the Huayuan Realm.

However, what he encountered was Yang Ling, a monster with Tianman's true blood hidden in his body, and after refining, the bone strength increased day by day, and now it was almost close to the bone strength of a spiritual cultivator in the late stage of the Transformation Yuan Realm.

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