(In the backyard of the Wen family, the atmosphere is a little dignified now, in the backyard, except for Ling Qingyan and his still ignorant and carefree sister, the rest of the Wen family's maids and guards have all unconsciously retreated.)

It's just because, some of the people who came in, some of them all knew each other, they were elders of the Wen family, and they were usually rare to see each other, but now it was a little strange to appear here at the same time.

These guards and maids are not fools, since they can also see from the different eyes of these elders that these elders are looking for the purple-robed young man, although they don't know the reason, but they also know that this is not something they can intervene in, so they also disperse.

In the backyard, which is now divided into two sides, on one side stood sixteen elderly or middle-aged men, and on the other side stood a young man, next to whom stood a girl in her twenties, and on her shoulder stood a small pet-like puppy.

Now, Ling Qingyan didn't think about it anymore, completely ignoring these people who came in, and he also stood still, looking at the sixteen people who came in, there were no waves in his eyes, but he couldn't see his current mood fluctuations.

"Blackie!"

Although there was an extremely light look on the surface, Ling Qingyan was not like this in his heart, and now he had already connected with Xiao Hei on his shoulder in the sea of consciousness.

"Boss," seemed to know what Ling Qingyan was going to say, and there was a hint of determination in this little black immature voice, "I know you want me to go, but my current strength is already comparable to the peak of a sixth-level demon beast, these people, even if they are the strongest old man, I dare to fight with them!"

has been with Ling Qingyan for a long time, this has always been regarded by Ling Qingyan as a "little black" of a little Tibetan mastiff, but he also has an extremely deep understanding of Ling Qingyan, so Ling Qingyan has not yet spoken, but he has also guessed something.

I'm afraid that it is now the "beast" that knows Ling Qingyan best in this world.

"Nonsense!"

Ling Qingyan saw that this little black had seen through his plan, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pass a bitterness, which was gone in a blink of an eye, and then he scolded violently in the sea of consciousness, "There are sixteen people on the other side, there are no more than you, and no less than you!"

"Also, it's not just the two of us now, we might be able to fight with them, but what about my sister?"

"You should be very clear about my purpose when I came to Liuyun City this time...... In addition to rescuing my sister, this Wen family, I have to make a fuss! Sixteen blue-level martial artists, among which there are two blue-level peaks, hum! With the Netherworld Sword, maybe I can't wipe them all out, but it's extremely easy to retreat with my whole body!"

At this time, Ling Qingyan was most worried about her sister.

As for himself, Ling Qingyan knew that now with the Netherworld Long Sword to perform the Heavenly Sword Nine Forms, although he was not as good as a purple-level beginner-level martial artist, he was not far behind, and as for the blue-level peak, he had surpassed a lot now.

Seeing that the little Tibetan mastiff's emotions gradually calmed down, knowing that he had been persuaded by himself, Ling Qingyan also gradually ordered: "Xiao Hei, wait a minute......

However, when Ling Qingyan had just finished talking to the little Tibetan mastiff, among the sixteen elders of the Wen family opposite, the bearded man Wen Ying could no longer hold his breath, stepped forward, and said awe-inspiringly: "Boy, it's you, kill my uncle and nephew 'Wen Yi'?"

"Now that you know everything, why do you have to ask more," Ling Qingyan sneered violently, and then moved his body and hugged his sister beside him with one hand, and at this time, the little Tibetan mastiff on his shoulder also fell to the ground.

Laugh at!

As soon as the little Tibetan mastiff landed, its body swelled sharply, until it grew to the size of a lion, and then stopped, and the image of the previous Liuyun City Entrance Avenue appeared in front of everyone's eyes again.

"Demon beast!"

Perhaps the sixteen elders of the Wen family didn't notice the little Tibetan mastiff "Xiao Hei" on Ling Qingyan's shoulder, but now, Xiao Hei's sudden change completely attracted their attention! As martial artists, they also felt the awe-inspiring demon beast aura coming from Xiao Hei's body today.

This aura was even thicker than the strongest Great Elder among them!

You must know that their great elder is a figure at the peak level of a blue-level martial artist, and the demon beast in front of him, sensing its aura, is obviously a sixth-level peak level demon beast, and for a while, their faces have changed.

Demon beasts, extremely talented, in a certain aspect, are much stronger than human warriors, and human warriors of the same level are rarely able to fight with demon beasts.

Their faces changed instantly, and the sixteen people looked around again, and their expressions gradually eased. Now they have sixteen people, a sixth-level peak demon beast, but they can't pose a threat to them!

But Ling Qingyan's next move made them suddenly sluggish!

I saw that after Ling Qingyan's body swelled up, he directly put the sister in his arms on his back, and the next moment, the two hind legs of this little black kicked violently, and his whole body jumped directly out of the backyard like a cannonball.

After the little Tibetan mastiff became bigger, its back was also extremely wide, so that after Ling Qingyan's sister sat on it, it was still extremely stable in its beating.

"It wants to escape!"

Suddenly, the sixteen elders of the Wen family also sensed the motive of the little Tibetan mastiff, and their bodies all moved at the same time, and the blue light skyrocketed, and they were about to sweep in the direction of the little Tibetan mastiff's escape.

Snort!

I don't know when, Ling Qingyan had already taken out the Netherworld Sword, and the cyan light around the whole person was also constantly trembling, especially on the Netherworld Sword, the cyan streamer was even more weird and terrifying.

Ling Qingyan stopped in front of the sixteen elders of the Wen family like this, and the purple robes on his body were also windless and automatic with the drumming cyan true power.

Ling Qingyan's previous order to the little Tibetan mastiff was to let him take his sister out of this Liuyun City and return to his home in Moyun City! Ling Qingyan was confident that with the assistance of the Netherworld Sword, he would definitely be able to retreat with his whole body!

"Blue-level martial artist?!"

The sixteen elders of the Wen family froze for a moment, and at the same time looked at Ling Qingyan's body, the ever-expanding cyan light.

"It turned out to be a green-level martial artist, but the head of the family is too much of a fuss, a green-level martial artist, as long as I am gentle, I can easily kill it!"

Although they were shocked that Ling Qingyan was able to reach the level of a blue-level martial artist at such an age, in their hearts, everyone also relaxed their vigilance, this young man of the Ling family was not a blue-level mid-level, or even a blue-level peak martial artist as the head of the family said!

"Boom!"

The bearded man Wen Ying's punch burst out like a brilliant blue meteor and slammed directly into Ling Qingyan.

When the other fifteen elders of the Wen family thought that Ling Qingyan would lose his life and his body swept and wanted to catch up with the fleeing demon beast again, the Netherworld Long Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand moved, and the bright and strange Qingmang directly sideways Wen Ying's right fist.

"Whew!"

A sword without a trace, slashing through the sky.

When the elders of the Wen family sneered, secretly saying that this Ling family kid was rampant, and wanted to fight the blue-level true power with the blue-level true power, and he couldn't measure his own strength-

"Poof!"

Completely different from what they expected, the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand was not broken by the fist of the bearded man Wen Ying's powerful true power, but instead directly slashed brightly, removing Wen Ying's entire right arm like this.

The sword passed, the right arm came out, and the surging blood surged.