Every martial artist has an age of rapid progress, maybe some martial artists are young and successful, but most of the martial artists are accumulated, ordinary people reach middle age, and suddenly realize when they practice one day, so that they can get through everything and become a matter of course.

At Yi Lingxin's age, being able to cultivate ** to this level is indeed a genius-like existence.

For this, a trace of jealousy naturally rose in the middle-aged man's heart, he knew that the appearance of every genius was not accidental, they either had the support of a large sect, or they cultivated extremely hard, and their willpower was tenacious.

If it is the first type, middle-aged people may not be too afraid, after all, when the cultivation conditions are excellent, even if the disciples cultivated are strong, they lack combat experience, and they are often in life and death struggles, and even their usual strength cannot be brought into play.

But the second kind of genius who cultivates hard and has tenacious willpower is even more terrifying.

They are the ones who have really come out of adversity, and it can be said that although they are not very old, they have more combat experience than ordinary young warriors, and because of this, they are often able to burst out with super strength when facing life and death.

And although the middle-aged man doesn't know which kind of Yi Lingxin belongs to, he can also guess some clues from the battle just now, the level of cultivation ** is definitely not low, and there is no slightest drag in the fight, which is a manifestation of people with rich combat experience.

"Bang bang bang!" Although there was a hint of retreat in the eyes of the middle-aged man, his figure still took another step forward, this step was more than two feet, his hands were raised and pushed flat, and the heavy fiery red aura suddenly rose up, and he shot out three palms at Yi Lingxin.

As soon as these three palms appeared, the fiery red spiritual power turned into a raging flame, forming a red barrier between the two, and a few trees not far away, which were already a little withered, suddenly withered again under this fire.

After the three palms blasted out, the old man did not hesitate, stepped on the ground with one foot, and the whole person flew out upside down in an instant, and his body turned around in the air, and his back was immediately facing Yi Lingxin, and the spiritual power was infused into his legs, and he fled into the distance like a rocket.

It turned out that the three palms he shot out just now were all paving the way for him to escape, and his mind was no longer on Yi Lingxin's side, because he felt that this girl was a little weird, and she couldn't take it for a while, and even said that he was not her opponent, so he planned to leave.

"If you want to escape, how can it be so easy? Give me a long time!" Yi Lingxin looked at the back of the middle-aged man who was fleeing quickly, and suddenly let out a coquettish sound, only to see that the azure short stick in her hand instantly began to grow, and after a while, it reached the level of a hundred meters long, and a thick aura gradually diffused from it.

Feeling this heavy breath, the middle-aged man who was fleeing suddenly felt a cool breeze on his back, and subconsciously looked back, but it was okay not to look at it, he suddenly saw the hundred-meter-long azure long stick, and he couldn't help but be frightened for a while, and his mind turned sharply, thinking about how to deal with it.

"The first form of the Soul Breaking Stick, the meteor is shattered!" The figure suddenly flew up, and two azure wings also evolved on his back in an instant, which was Yi Lingxin's flying spirit skill, and then the long stick was raised high above his head and smashed down against the firelight!

"Peng!" The earth-shattering spiritual power fluctuations came, and the middle-aged man who was fleeing was crooked under this spiritual power fluctuation, but he still adjusted quickly, and ran forward without looking back, he was afraid that as soon as he turned around, he would not have the courage to escape.

Originally, he thought that even if he was defeated by Yi Lingxin, if he wanted to escape, the other party would not be able to help him, but according to this trend, whether he could survive today or not had to be said.

His face changed suddenly, but the middle-aged man's figure did not pause in the slightest, and said without looking back: "Who are you? Where are you from? I am a member of the Flame Gate of the Fourth Rank Sect of the Eastern Regions, if I have any accident today, you will be violently retaliated, and that kind of heavy blow is not something that you, a little girl, can bear!"

"......" Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Yi Lingxin was suddenly a little speechless.

He is a disciple of the Chiyuan Sect from the Second Rank Sect in the Northern Regions, and it can be said that he also has a great status, but this middle-aged man actually tried in vain to scare himself away in the name of the Fourth Rank Sect?

"Huh!" Relying on the flying spirit skill, Yi Lingxin's speed can be said to surpass the middle-aged man too much, after dissolving the three palms, the figure flickered, and came to the top of the latter, the long stick suddenly became shorter, and the tip of the stick pointed at the back of the middle-aged man's head.

If Ao Shuang is here, he can't help but praise Yi Lingxin's movements, between the attack and transformation, there is no mud and water, and the current Yi Lingxin is not comparable to the past, it seems that all geniuses are improving.

Thinking about it carefully, there are many strong people in the Northern Regions in addition to Ao Shuang, Xiao Yi, Yi Lingxin, Li Muyao, this is not counting the clouds, brute waves and cold purple leaves, but under the cover of Ao Shuang's dazzling brilliance, it is naturally a little overshadowed.

The middle-aged man was running with all his might, and suddenly felt the sound of the wind whistling from above, and his heart chuckled, and he guessed that it was Yi Lingxin's attack at that time, and out of instinctive reaction, several fires burst out and attacked Yi Lingxin.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Yi Ling's white left hand poked out from the black robe, and immediately grabbed the firelight, and the short stick followed, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and roaring towards the middle-aged man again.

The middle-aged man only felt that his attack was broken by him in an instant, followed by the whirring sound of breaking the sky, and then in a trance, he found that the entire shijie was completely dimmed, and even the dark moon and stars on the horizon became extremely blurred......

"Whew!" After taking a deep breath and pulling the azure short stick out of the middle-aged man's head, Yi Lingxin took a deep breath, watching the corpse fall to the ground, and couldn't help but think of Ao Shuang again, and secretly sighed that he couldn't do it, and he didn't dislike any waves in his heart after killing.

The azure spiritual power flickered again and again, and the short stick was cleaned in an instant, and then it was put into the space ring, and he looked at the sky that was gradually turning white, and after identifying a direction, he embarked on the road to find Aoshuang.

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In the inn of a small town in the Fengyun Domain, Ao Shuang was lying comfortably in the wide bathtub, and at some point, he suddenly felt as if there was an extra person in the bathtub, which was a soft body, and he couldn't help but hold the other party tightly into his arms.

Slowly opened his eyes, looked down, and found that it was Cheng Yanran, who was leaning on his arms like a lazy cat at this time, with his arms around his waist, and his face was full of comfort.

"Boom, la......" The sound of the fluctuating water came, and Ao Shuang leaned Cheng Yanran's head on his arm, and the latter obviously felt Ao Shuang's movements, looked at the other party's slightly trembling phoenix eyebrows, and said softly: "Awake?"

"Hmm. Cheng Yanran's head moved, although her eyes did not open, but the corners of her mouth gradually set off a smile, and she exhaled like a land: "I don't know what's going on, I always have your figure flashing in my mind these days, so I can't help but want to be by your side......"

Hearing the former's words, a look of pity flashed in his proud eyes, and he groaned for a while: "Actually, I don't want you to stay in the space of this ancient coffin all the time, so you can follow me every day, so I can rest assured?"

Although Cheng Yanran is nominally a demon corpse, after combining with Ao Shuang, she now has a dantian and a sea of knowledge, which is no different from an ordinary human martial artist, but the evil qi in her body is relatively thick, but unless she is a saint-level powerhouse, it is impossible to find any abnormalities in her body.

"Then ......" Cheng Yanran's face also crossed a heartfelt look, but Feng Mei frowned again: "Then will I cause you any trouble?" After you killed Nan Ming's arrogance during the day, you have experienced a series of battles, in terms of your current realm, ......"

Although Cheng Yanran's words were not finished, she was as smart as Aoshuang, and she could still know that she was worried about herself, and it could be seen from the flashing heartwarming look that Cheng Yanran was obviously not willing to stay in the space of the ancient coffin for a long time.

"It's fine. Ao Shuang shook his head, looked at Cheng Yanran and said affectionately: "As long as you are by my side, everything is fleeting." ”

You must know that Cheng Yanran is a Tianjiao phoenix-like existence, and the existence of a middle-level spirit saint with the power of a low-level spirit venerable realm can be called a miracle, and it can be called a miracle to be able to let such a heavenly pride girl accompany him, to be honest, Ao Shuang should feel honored.

Ao Shuang is not the kind of person who feels particularly good about himself, he has a few catties and a few taels, he knows better than anyone else, whether it is the current Ao family or his own strength, being able to marry Cheng Yanran for a hundred years is indeed a high branch.

"Aolang, after these few days, I seem to recall something, but ......" Cheng Yanran said here, feeling as if something was blocked in his throat, his eyes contained tears, that Chu Chu moving look, and he felt sad in his heart.

She must have remembered her mother and father, and her childhood.

"Yanran, isn't this still me?" Ao Shuang kissed Cheng Yanran lightly on the forehead and comforted: "Now my strength is indeed relatively low, but if anyone wants to hurt you, they must step on my corpse!"

"Ao Lang ......" Cheng Yanran was moved in her heart after hearing Ao Shuang's words, she knew that this man was not the kind of person who liked to brag about himself, since he said so, he would definitely do so.

"I ......" Cheng Yanran seemed to suddenly remember something, her bright eyes slowly opened, and then closed quickly, and her head was hidden in the depths of her proud arms, her expression was unusually shy, as if she had thought of something unspeakable.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the beautiful woman with such a look, Ao Shuang frowned and asked subconsciously.

"I ......" Cheng Yanran heard the former's words, and secretly called in her heart how the other party was the same as wood, but if she let herself say it, wouldn't it seem that she was a little bit wrong, and she couldn't help scratching her right hand on her proud back: "I...... I thought ......"

"Think?" Aoshuang's expression became even more puzzled, and then he felt the other party's little hand scratching on his back, and suddenly remembered something, his slightly frowning brows instantly relaxed, and he looked at the beautiful woman in his arms and said ecstatically: "I understand!"

"Smack!" As soon as his mind moved, the open window was instantly closed, and Mo Long was also driven to the source of ten thousand crocodiles to stay with Motian, and the source of all evil was instantly closed by Aoshuang, so that no matter what happened outside, Motian and Molong inside couldn't feel it.

The beauty is in the arms, the country is poured into the face, the mutton fat jade-like skin, and the breath is like an orchid.

Such a beautiful day, such a delicate flower, let you pick it, and if you don't make a due response, you will definitely be sent by heaven.

Because Ao Shuang doesn't want to be sent by heaven now, he can only do some "beastial" that any man would do......

"Ah......h

As a delicate voice sounded, a moving spring song began to weave in the room.

Above the firmament, a dark moon quietly hid in the black clouds, and it seemed that even he didn't want to see this shameful scene......