(In a pavilion next to the backyard of the Mo's Inn, two figures are standing in the middle, watching everything that is happening in the backyard.)

"Uncle Yan, you ......"

Boss Mo looked at the old man who didn't seem to have any intention of making a move, and couldn't help but speak, but when he saw the old man waving his hand, he didn't continue to speak.

"This little guy is a little interesting! Qing-level mid-level martial artist...... I don't know which sect or family cultivated him, but judging by his age, he should be less than twenty years old!"

Looking at the backyard, the figure shrouded in cyan light kept flashing, the old man sighed: "When, this blue-level middle-level martial artist can easily dodge in the hands of a blue-level lower-level martial artist, and he is free to do so...... It seems that there must be something special about this little guy!"

When Boss Mo heard this, he looked at the backyard seriously.

But no, the figure that belongs to the blue-level middle-level martial artist is on par with Guan Tan!

At this time, in the backyard, Yuwen Chenglin, Amber and Ximen Wanwan were also standing on the side of the venue, staring intently at the figures in the field.

"Brother Ling turned out to be a blue-level martial artist!" Ximen Wanwan said in surprise, and at the same time, there was a scorching heat in his eyes.

A blue-level martial artist?

Yuwen Chenglin and Amber next to him couldn't help twitching when they heard this. Is it possible for a blue-level martial artist to be on par with a blue-level lower-level martial artist?

"How is it possible to ?!? a book, a novel, a novel, a novel, a novel, a novel, a novel, a novel, a novel,

Guan Qiu, who was on the other side, withdrew his hateful eyes looking at Yuwen Chenglin, but when his gaze fell on the venue, he couldn't help but be shocked, "This young man is just a blue-level martial artist, and he can actually fight with his own Grandpa Tan?!"

Although there was a strong jealousy in his heart when Ling Qingyan's true power was released, Guan Qiu's mind was attracted by the situation in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two people in the field are fighting equally, no equal!

But Ling Qingyan, whose body was constantly sweeping backwards, was becoming more and more bitter in his heart at this time, "The attack power of this blue-level lower-level martial artist is really not covered! Although my current ** strength is comparable to that of a fifth-level demon beast, even if I add the attack power of my blue-level mid-level true power, it is only comparable to the attack power of an ordinary blue-level beginner martial artist......"

"Bang!"

The fists carrying cyan true power and dark blue true power were once again mixed with the power of thunder and bombarded together.

"What kind of monster is this kid, his fists are so stiff!"

Withdrawing his right hand that trembled involuntarily, Guan Tan was horrified in his heart, before he faintly felt that the ** of the young man in front of him was extremely tough and strong, and his attack hit his body, and most of it was unloaded!

If Guan Tan knew that Ling Qingyan's current physical strength was comparable to that of a fifth-level demon beast, it wouldn't be so strange.

Different from Guan Tan's feelings, Ling Qingyan only felt that in Guan Tan's hand, a strong true power directly broke the true power protection outside his fist and overflowed into the fist, and then it was slowly dissolved by his own strong muscles.

But even so, Ling Qingyan could clearly feel the soreness coming from the muscles between his hands.

Relying on his strong ** strength to fight with Guan Tan a few times again, Ling Qingyan's body suddenly moved, and he tilted to the left, his face was obviously a little pale, "No! I can't continue like this! Otherwise, my body can't stand this old guy's blue-level post-level true power after all!"

"Not good!"

Obviously, they also saw Ling Qingyan's face, Yuwen Chenglin and An Bo both had a slight change in their faces, and they no longer had the same look as the old god was before.

"Young Master, didn't you say that Young Master Ling's strength, even compared to my heyday, is not weak at all?"

In the face of Amber's questioning, Yuwen Chenglin also shook his head, "Indeed, when my brother saved us that time, the strength he showed did surpass that of Amber in your heyday." It's just that I can't think of this situation......"

"It's really not good, only I made a move......"

Amber looked at Guan Tan's eyes in the field, and a sharp line crossed it.

"Uncle Yan......"

Boss Mo in the pavilion also looked at the old man next to him at this time.

The old man nodded, his robe suddenly turbulent, and he was about to sweep down the backyard to help Ling Qingyan, but the sudden change in the field made his body stunned, and then his eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Whew!"

Knowing that if he continued like this, Ling Qingyan, who would suffer a loss sooner or later, had already appeared out of thin air with a netherworld long sword flashing with bloody aura in his left hand.

"Baina Ring!"

This time, not only Guan Tan, who was chasing Ling Qingyan closely, but even Amber and Ximen Wanwan next to him, and even the old man and Boss Mo in the pavilion, were shocked inexplicably!

Baina Ring is extremely rare in the Chongwu Continent, and it is generally in the hands of the older generation of top forces.

The people present also carried one on the left finger of the Mo family elder "Uncle Yan" above the pavilion. The rest of the people, even if they are the descendants of the Yuwen family such as Yuwen Chenglin, there is none.

"Who the hell are you?!"

I don't know when, Guan Tan had already stopped his figure and stared at Ling Qingyan's left hand. The bottom of his heart was also secretly shocked, "This young man, less than twenty years old, is already a blue-level mid-level martial artist, and he can even fight against himself for a long time, although he has already failed...... Earlier, I was also wondering what kind of force cultivated this young man was so talented?! I didn't expect that he even possessed something like the Baina Ring, which was a rare thing even among the top forces!"

Guan Tan was also shocked by Ling Qingyan's identity for a while, and his sweeping figure couldn't help but stop.

"Young Master......"

Seeing the old servant Amber looking at him with a puzzled face, Yuwen Chenglin also shook his head and said, "Amber, my brother has a hundred precepts, I knew about it a few days ago. Although I knew that he was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I didn't know his identity in the Heavenly Sword Sect...... But with the Baina Ring, it is obvious that his status in the Heavenly Sword Sect is not low!"

Yuwen Chenglin didn't know that Ling Qingyan's status in the Heavenly Sword Sect was not low!

That can be regarded as a transcendent existence! Even the sect leader Lian Jun needs to let him everywhere!

Ximen Wanwan, who had recovered from the shock, looked at Ling Qingyan with curiosity in her eyes at this time, if it weren't for Ling Qingyan who was still in the middle of the battle now, she would have to run over directly to ask.

Seeing that the cyan true power on Ling Qingyan's Nether Sword had skyrocketed, even the bottom of his heart was inexplicably chilled! Considering his suspicion of Ling Qingyan's identity, Guan Tan's face was full of anxiety, and his voice was also mixed with a sense of humility, "This young master, let's stop first! This is all a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Guan Tan felt in his heart that the young man in front of him seemed to be more difficult to mess with than the young master of the Yuwen family!

"Misunderstanding?"

With an evil smile on his face, Ling Qingyan's cyan true power soared between his legs, his whole body moved, and the sword burst out, and the Netherworld Sword in his hand also crossed a perfect arc, exuding a brilliant cyan cold glow, and he made a "sigh" to cross Guan Tan's location.

This old guy who is a housekeeper, said he misunderstood?

The muscles on my right hand, young master, are still very sore!