Nether Elvis finally fell to the ground, a deep wound on his neck, and the axe of the Flame Fall had cut its arteries, and even if it had the power to reach the sky, there was no way to live.

Flamefall sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Although he didn't receive too much damage in this battle, Yan Cheng still obviously felt that his strength was too weak.

What Yan Fall didn't know was that if his idea was known by some veteran powerhouses, I believe that most people would be killed by a head-butt, and they wouldn't be so shocking!

Even a swordsman, with the strength of the second-order peak and a good set of martial arts, he didn't dare to say that he could defeat the second-order demonic beast, let alone the weak magician in the early stage.

Moreover, the magician of Yanfall still used his body to kill second-order demonic beasts, which would definitely cause a ninth-magnitude earthquake if it was spread.

After resting for a long time, Yan Fall stood up and walked towards the corpse of the Nether Elvis, the corpse of the second-order demonic beast was already very precious, the tough fur of the Netherworld Elvis was deeply touched, every time the axe touched the Nether Elvis, he would feel that several forces were removed, and the axe of the Yan Fall was only cut on the neck, and the integrity of the fur was still very high, which would definitely be a good price if it was sold.

Because he didn't have tools, Flamefall could only find some sharp stones, sharpen them sharper, and slowly cut them along the wound, anyway, there was time.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps mixed with conversation sounded from not far away.

"Young master, let's just go directly to the more advanced areas, why did you come here?"

There was a thick respect in the old man's voice, this was an old man who looked about sixty years old, his hair had turned gray, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like eagle's eyes, in this uneven woods, but he was walking on the ground, obviously not very human.

Beside the old man, a young man in a purple robe, who looked like he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood indifferently, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but the only shortcoming was that like the old man, he had a hooked nose, which looked a little gloomy.

"Before coming here, I once saw a quest in the Mercenary Guild, and as far as I know, although there is only one second-order demonic beast here, it seems that there are other good things. ”

The young man said lightly.

As the two spoke, they had already entered the sight of Yanfall.

Seeing the two of them, Yan Cheng instinctively bowed his body and entered the battle state, his eyes became extremely solemn, and Yan Cheng found that whether it was the old man or the young man who didn't look much older than himself, the feeling he gave himself could only be described in four words: "Unfathomable!"

The old man is better, after all, he has been cultivating for a long time, and his strength can't be seen through won't surprise Yan Cheng, but that young man makes Yan Cheng very incomprehensible.

His gaze fell on the boy's chest, and the four purple crescents made Yanfall's pupils shrink slightly.

This young man is actually a fourth-order forbidden spirit master!

And when Yanfall saw the two, the old and the young also saw Yanfall, and after the young man was slightly stunned, his eyes fell on the corpse of the Netherworld Elvis in Yanfall's hand.

The atmosphere froze for a long time, and Yanfall just secretly chanted the spell of the Great Fireball Technique from the bottom of his heart, as long as he was not careful, Yanfall could also release the Great Fireball Technique in an instant to buy himself some time.

Finally, the purple-robed young man spoke, his voice was very flat, but there was some undoubted taste in his tone: "You killed this Nether Elvis?"

Instead of answering, Flamefall became more vigilant.

Seeing that Yanfall didn't answer, the young man didn't seem to feel surprised, and he groaned for a while, and said, "I bought the corpse of your Nether Elvis, how much can you put a price." ”

Hearing this, Yan Yan frowned, and looked down at the corpse of the Netherworld Elvis, with a bit of thought in his eyes.

The boy thought that Yanfall was considering the price, so he waited there quite patiently, but he didn't know that Yanfall had already begun to sweep his mental power all over the Netherworld Elvis's body.

Just kidding, that young man had reached the rank of a fourth-order forbidden soul master at such a young age, not to mention his talent, even the power behind him was far from being comparable to the entire kingdom, and the old man behind him, the fluctuations around him were somewhat similar to Klin.

This kind of strength, will it be a person in the Flowing Fire Kingdom?

Definitely not!

Firefall can be determined.

But why would two powerhouses of such strength take a fancy to the corpse of a second-order demonic beast? and also make a bid with Yanfall, unless they are fools, they have to think deeply.

Yanfall's spiritual power swept down from his head inch by inch, but at this moment, Yanfall's spiritual power was blocked.

"Sure enough, it's weird. ”

With a secret sound, Yanfall's spiritual power instantly concentrated and looked at the belly of the Nether Cat.

A dark and shiny stone lay quietly in the belly of the Netherworld Elvis, around the stone, a strange fluctuation spread, when he noticed the strange fluctuation, Yan Fall's brow tightened, he felt, how similar was this fluctuation to the black light mask that withstood his axe?

"Do you want to change or not?"

The young man seemed to see something, and suddenly impatience appeared on his face, and said coldly.

Yan Yan looked at the young man, shook his head calmly, and said, "I'm sorry, don't change it." ”

Just kidding, if the other party is a little kinder, Yan Fall may really replace it, after all, I don't know the role of that stone, for the current Yan Fall, except for improving his strength, everything else is not very important, but this Nether Elvis Presley was killed by Yan Cheng with his own life as a bet, this young man still has such a bad attitude, can Yan Fall change it?

"You!"

The boy suddenly had an urge to run away.

"Young Master. ”

The old man behind him finally spoke, and when he heard the old man speak, the young man suddenly glanced at Yan Cheng coldly, and didn't turn his head and say no more.

The old man smiled very kindly, but the hooked nose betrayed him, and the originally kind smile looked so gloomy in Yan Cheng's eyes.

"This little friend, we really need the corpse of this Nether Elvis, I wonder if you can cut your love? ”

One gold coin!

If it was the former Yanfall, he might still be a little excited to hear a gold coin, but don't forget, how long has it been since the freshman registration? For the gold coins, what Yanfall saw was a box after a box, a gold coin? The current Yanfall really wouldn't be interested.

So, Flamefall shook his head again.

At this time, the old man was stunned, looking at Yancheng's clothing and temperament, he was obviously not from a noble background, he originally thought that a gold coin could be properly won, but now he obviously miscalculated.

Gritted his teeth: "How about ten gold coins? You must know that all the skins of second-order demonic beasts are only a few dozen silvers when they are sold, and they can't reach one gold at all!"

"That's right. ”

Yan Cheng muttered to himself, just when the old man thought that Yan Cheng was going to agree, and his face was happy, Yan Fall's faint words made the old man almost spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still not selling. ”