When many Linglongmen monks watched the battle in a daze, and even some people who were interested began to secretly analyze Li Mingyang's fighting style and wanted to learn, a group of monks suddenly flew from a distance.

Suddenly, a monk Imperial Sword flew over, and such a formation naturally attracted the attention of many people, and many people immediately looked over.

There were a total of three Imperial Sword Monks who came from the direction of Nanluo City, and when they saw the costumes of the three of them, the faces of the Linglong Sect monks were much calmer. All three of them were Linglong Sect monks, and all of them were monks who had been re-cultivated in the Qing Spirit Realm.

"Senior Brother Wu Hao. After the three of them landed, a peripheral disciple stationed in Nanli Mine hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

Wu Hao, the leader of the three Imperial Sword Monks, looked at the fellow disciples who greeted him with a little arrogance, and asked, "Why did you crush Yu Jian to save Yu Jian?"

"It's such a senior brother, the Zhaoyun Sect monk has come to challenge us. The outer disciple didn't dare to delay, and simply explained the ins and outs of the matter.

After listening to the other party's story, Wu Hao nodded and didn't say much, and finally looked at the two who were fighting and asked, "Then what is going on with them." ”

"Cheng won the victory, and he had to show his tongue here, and the ghoul ...... Well, Senior Brother Li Mingyang couldn't see it, so he took action to teach him a lesson, and as a result, a Qingling Realm cultivator from Zhaoyun Gate took action, and now the two of them are fighting fiercely. ”

"Qingling Realm is heavy?" Hearing this, Wu Hao thought of taking a closer look at the battle on the field. At this glance, a look of shock immediately appeared on his face.

As a cultivator of the Pure Spirit Realm, his eyesight was naturally more vicious than those present. Wu Hao could see at a glance how fierce Li Mingyang's fighting style was, and as he continued to observe, he faintly shed some cold sweat. At this moment, Wu Hao subconsciously guessed that if he was now in Sun Rui's position, how would he deal with it in order to get out.

Li Mingyang's battle did not break out much, but the victory was that the monk who was too entangled, and did not have domineering melee ability, could only have a defeat when he met Li Mingyang.

"By the way, what was his name just now?" Wu Hao suddenly asked.

"His name is Li Mingyang, and he is the ghost cultivator who can cultivate. ”

"Li Mingyang. Hearing this name, Wu Hao and the three of them suddenly glanced at each other, and then the three of them said with ambiguous expressions: "It is worthy of being the first little white face in Linglong Gate, it seems that Fairy Xiao has given him a lot of good things." ”

"First little white face?" Hearing Wu Hao's words, the other Linglong Sect monks present were all stunned.

And just when Wu Hao and the others finished laughing and were about to make adjustments, the form on the field suddenly changed. Sun Rui, who had been suffering from being suppressed, finally couldn't bear it, and after finding a flaw, he directly sacrificed a magic talisman and prepared to cast it on Li Mingyang.

"Oops, let's shoot together!" Seeing this situation, Wu Hao shouted that it was not good, and the three of them were about to rush forward with their swords.

But at the moment when Sun Rui took out the talisman, Li Mingyang suddenly shouted: "Fool, just wait for your hand!"

As soon as Li Mingyang finished shouting, he saw a green light suddenly flash in front of him, and then he saw the green bamboo sword flying towards Sun Rui is palm as accurately as if it had turned into a streamer. Sun Rui, who was still reciting the spell, didn't have time to react at all, and was directly pierced through the palm of his hand by the Qingzhu Sword, and after a miserable scream, the magic talisman in his hand was also snatched into his hand by Li Mingyang.

The reason why Sun Rui, who has been suppressed by Li Mingyang, has a chance is because Li Mingyang observed Li Mingyang's signs of action in the war, and he seemed to want to take something out of the treasure bag to deal with himself, but there was never a good opportunity. Seeing this situation, Li Mingyang guessed that what he was going to take out was most likely a magic talisman, so he calculated it, and when the other party just took out the magic talisman and was about to cast it, a sword pierced his palm.

So far, Li Mingyang has repeated some spells three or four times, but he has never used the flying sword, just waiting for the critical moment to play a good role. Now it seems that the calculation was indeed successful. A sword seriously injured Sun Rui, Li Mingyang stepped forward one after another to make up a heavy punch, the innate divine power coupled with the cooperation of Xuan Li, Li Mingyang's gravity blow is the strongest killing move in his hand now.

A heavy punch slammed into Sun Rui's body, only to see Sun Rui's already injured arm suddenly become more exaggerated and bent, and then his whole body fell to the ground like a sandbag.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Wu Hao and the three of them were all stunned in place with flying swords in their hands.

"What's the matter, it's over?" Wu Hao asked in disbelief.

"It seems that yes, that sword just now was too accurate. ”

"I feel that punch is still the essence, and I always feel that his punch has at least a few thousand catties of power. ”

The three monks of the Pure Spirit Realm looked at Li Mingyang as if they were looking at monsters, and their heads were a little blank for a while.

But obviously, it's not just the three of them whose brains are blank now, even if it's everyone who is fighting all the time, it is also a collective loss of consciousness when they suddenly see such a change appear. In fact, in the eyes of these people, Li Mingyang's appearance is eye-catching, but he loses without too domineering means of winning, even if he can always maintain the limit state to fight, but there will eventually be a time when the spiritual power is used up, in fact, he can hold on to a stick of incense in this state, which has exceeded everyone's expectations.

And once Li Mingyang is exhausted, what awaits him is the end of being ravaged ruthlessly. It's a pity that the momentary change just now made the result of the battle appear in advance, and the winner was Li Mingyang, who was not favored by everyone.

Looking at Sun Rui, who was knocked away by his own punch, Li Mingyang finally couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of his mouth, and smiled very gratifyingly. Li Mingyang is not afraid of hardship, he is only afraid that his efforts will not be duly rewarded. The battle with Zhao Yan once made him hesitate, but now that he defeated Sun Rui, Li Mingyang knew that as long as he continued to work hard, a monk like Zhao Yan would also be trampled under his feet.

However, after the victory, Li Mingyang became more calm. There was no ridicule, no contempt, and no abuse, just pointed at Sun Rui and said to the Zhaoyunmen monk: "Hurry up and take it back to heal him, his arm should be difficult to handle." ”

After finishing speaking, Li Mingyang turned around calmly. When he saw Wu Hao and the others, Li Mingyang was stunned at first, but he didn't have any panic, every move he made was hard to cultivate, there were no taboo tricks, naturally no one was afraid to watch the battle.

He nodded politely to the three of them, and then he dragged his tired body slowly towards his small courtyard.

"This kid, just defeated a Qingling Realm cultivator who is not very strong, so he dares to be so casual with us?" Thinking of Li Mingyang's identity as a ghost cultivator, one of the Qingling Realm monks said dissatisfiedly.

Wu Hao suddenly grabbed him, shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate him because of his identity as a ghost cultivator in the future, can this kind of person not be offended or not." ”

"It's just a ghost cultivator, trying his luck to win a few games, is that really the case?"

"Heh, why can't that. Try to get along with him, maybe we'll have to rely on him in the future. ”

"It's impossible, Senior Brother Wu, don't laugh. ”

Wu Hao frowned and said lightly: "Don't say it's impossible, no matter what, powerful people always have to give a certain amount of respect." ”