"Then I'd better be your apprentice."

"Boy, you think I'm so foolish?"

Friday is also a little helpless for this night, he covets the exercises just now and the Heavenly Sword, if it is replaced by someone else, and directly use the soul searching Dafa to seize the memory, the exercise is equivalent to copying it, and then killing it to seize the sword.

But Yeming is a Heavenly Dao holy body, and not only can his body not be plundered, but even the Soul Searching Dafa is directly immune.

"I advise you to obediently hand over the exercises and treasures, and don't do useless struggles."

After a pause on Friday, he continued:

"Otherwise! I'll make you look like you! ”

The murderous aura swept over, and the night was like being in an ice cellar, and the cold had nothing to do with the climate, but an emotion from the bottom of my heart.

His limbs gradually became numb, and Ye Ming was shocked in his heart, since he stepped into the Qi Sea Realm, he had never tasted this feeling of oppression, this feeling, just like when he faced Zhou Da four months ago, it was like a moat between the two sides, which made him feel powerless.

At a critical time, I still have to rely on Qian Feiyu, but when I saw him wave his big hand, Yeming suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

"Your Excellency is inevitably losing your identity like this, right?"

Friday looked at Qian Feiyu and smiled coldly:

"Identity? The Nine Feather Realm is my identity! ”

With that, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

Yeming only felt a flower in front of him, and before he could make a move, a huge wave of qi rushed to his face, and he was like a fallen leaf, swept into the air.

The Xuan Qi that had just recovered some of it was once again consumed by the Wind Spirit Dance.

He floated in mid-air, looking at where he had just stood.

I saw Qian Feiyu and Friday facing each other, and the table under the feet of the two had turned into powder.

The powerful force made the space distorted, and Friday's face was indifferent, while Qian Feiyu gritted his teeth and struggled to support it.

"Something, but not much, take me again!"

Friday grinned, and thunder flashed on his palm.

Qian Feiyu was struck by lightning, his body was shocked, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof'.

Seeing Qian Feiyu vomiting blood, he was shocked, but he didn't expect that the number one master of the sect was not the enemy of Friday.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were panicked, and they were silently praying not to completely anger this monster, so as not to affect themselves.

Some of the cowardly, have already sneaked out of the crowd.

"Hehe, how does my 'Thunder Palm' feel?"

Cultivation is already two realms lower than the other party, and the other party has high-level exercises, Qian Feiyu is naturally not his opponent.

"But that's it."

"Oh? Still hard-mouthed? ”

Friday pursed his lips disdainfully, his eyes full of banter:

"You want to do it again, don't you?"

The thunder and lightning in his palm gathered again, and Ye Ming saw that the situation was not good, and after launching Huixuan, he hurriedly swooped down.

"Don't!"

When Yang Xinyu saw this scene, he was horrified, exclaimed, and then turned into an arrow off the string and rushed towards that side.

'Even the master can't resist it! Didn't you rush to death? ’

Her exclamation attracted everyone's side eyes, they didn't expect that Senior Sister Yang, who had always been as cold as frost and like a fairy of the Nine Heavens, would also have such a gaffe.

Looking at Yeming again, many male compatriots showed envy, jealousy and hatred.

Even some people who are more jealous have begun to look forward to seeing the scene of Yeming being bombarded into scum under that palm.

Seeing that Yeming came on Friday, he hurriedly collected five points of strength, in case he was really killed, the shocking exercise just now would be no fun.

The reason why he suddenly attacked Qian Feiyu was to make an example of the chickens and monkeys, and wanted Yeming to obediently listen to him.

Now the monkey has been sent to the door by itself, and although it can't be killed, there is no problem with knocking and beating.

Although it was fifty percent of the strength, the palm of the sealed thunder and lightning still looked numb.

Yang Xinyu was still a step slower after all.

Luminous had already met those thunder palms.

The space rewinds, and a powerful force bursts out from the palm, and the air seems to be ignited, making a crackling sound.

Seeing that Yeming was still safe and sound, the field fell into an eerie silence.

"It's... This! How is this possible! ”

"Am I dazzled?"

"Definitely dreaming today! A palm that even the Great Elder couldn't bear! How could he be next in the night?! ”

……

Yang Xinyu's heart that was about to jump to her throat finally fell back again.

[Shock value from Friday +999.] 】

[Shock value from Qian Feiyu +999.] 】

[Shock value from Yang Dingtian +999.] 】

……

The emotional value that had just been squandered came to 230,000 at this time.

Friday was also shocked, his palm, confident that he could beat Yeming half to death, but the other party didn't hurt a single hair.

Feeling that his face was a little swept away, his heart was on fire, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had no reservations, and he used ten success forces.

Although nearly eighty percent of the damage was absorbed by the Zhen Lei Zhu, the opponent was nine feathers after all, and the only two percent of the remaining strength also pressed Ye Ming's throat with a sweet mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Boy! There is a limit to Uncle Ben's patience! I'll ask you one last time! Exercises and treasures! Do you pay it or not?!

Don't blame me for not reminding you! If you don't pay! One of those here today counts as one! Don't even think of leaving alive! ”

With that, he waved his big hand, and a burst of blood suddenly spilled from the crowd, and an unlucky ghost died in such an unknown way, and he couldn't even leave a whole corpse.

Depression, fear, despair...

All kinds of negative emotions spread in the crowd, and I don't know who pleaded first:

"Senior Brother Night, you can give him that exercise and the treasure, we don't want to die..."

"That's right, Senior Brother Night, you just give it to him, otherwise everyone will die..."

……

Seeing that Yeming was unmoved, he waved his hand again on Friday, and two more innocent people died.

Ye Ming's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, because he saw Xiao Han, Little Fat Man, and Feng Zhen in the crowd.

These people have more or less a friendship with him, especially Xiao Han, the middle-grade immortal treasure on his body, Zhen Lei Zhu, is derived from Xiao Han.

The past few days have been too busy, and Ye Ming originally thought about waiting for this matter, so he gave him the extra pill in his hand.

The life and death of other people has nothing to do with Yeming, but these people, Yeming really doesn't want them to die innocently.

[You passed the Zhutian Sword and Youlong Yin to Friday, and the other party went back on his word and killed in order to kill people. 】

"Sure enough..."

Looking at the results of the narration that evolved from the system, Ye Ming expected it in the morning.

Seeing that his disciples were dying one by one, Yang Dingtian finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he flew forward:

"Immortal Chief, you are such a bully and a bully, and you regard human life as a mustard, it is too tyrannical. You might as well ..."

"What?! Do you have an opinion?! You deserve it?! ”

Friday was already red-eyed, except for Yeming, everyone else was grass mustard in his eyes, he had to deal with all these grass mustards, and finally slowly clean up Yeming.

A thunderbolt slashed down, and Yang Dingtian's complexion changed greatly.

Fortunately, Qian Feiyu rescued him at the critical moment, and the matter has come to this point, and it is useless to say more.

The two supreme masters of the Liuyun Sect worked together to face foreign enemies.

After all, strength is not a level, Friday, as the Zhou family Tianjiao, has countless exercises, and soon the two of them will be powerless.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Two muffled sounds came one after another, both of them were seriously injured, and the whole of the Liuyun Sect was shrouded in the aura of death.

Just in the time of despair.

"Be merciful to your fellow Daoists!"

A majestic voice resounded in the sky, and the sound seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, and the disciples who were terrified just now were a lot more relieved after hearing this voice.

Friday's face was pale:

"Supreme Realm?! How could there be a powerhouse of the Supreme Realm in this Liuyun Sect?! ”

Yang Xinyu looked at the sky from afar, the expression on her face was unpredictable, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, and in the end, she was reluctant to give up, and took a deep look at Yeming.