"Hahaha, stinky little ghost, hurry up and use your spiritual power. lest others say that I am a bully of the great. Zhao Kuo knew that his master wanted to teach this kid a hard lesson. The simple pain of flesh and skin, I'm afraid it can't satisfy the master, if you come to the dormitory again and use your spiritual power to hurt people. Hehe, this kid should really go home.

"This interlocking strategy is really worthy of the method that the master has come up with for several months, it is really seamless, hahaha. The other martial artists also sneered in their hearts.

"Hehe, since that's the case, then I'll listen to you once!" Ying Si sneered, casting an enchantment talisman, a translucent cover shrouded the bamboo house within a radius of five hundred meters, and even the sound could not be heard.

"Is this an enchantment?"

Seeing that the surroundings were shrouded in enchantment, the others couldn't help but let out a frightened voice, after all, the high-level cultivator's technique of turning over the clouds and rain had left a great shadow in their hearts.

"Enchantment, hmph, don't be afraid, beat him to death. My father is an elder, what are you afraid of, my father will solve something. Chen Binghui was a little flustered when he saw the enchantment, but he quickly calmed down.

"Death Blade!"

Countless dark cyan wind blades flew out of Ying Siliang's hand, like blooming and flying petals, enveloping Zhao Kuo's body.

Zhao Kuo hurriedly combined his arms and blocked in front of him. But the dark cyan wind blade was so powerful that it broke through the copper defenses, completely cutting off the arms and tendons that protected his face, and the wind blade dissipated when it was a hair-wide distance from his neck.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from Zhao Kuo's forehead, death was so close to him, and the copper skin and his brother who originally brought him a strong sense of security now felt like a layer of tissue paper in front of this young man.

"You, you've really reached the morning stage!" Chen Binghui was taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to go to help the group of martial artists.

"Oh, have you found out? It seems that as soon as you use your spiritual power, your own cultivation will be exposed? It's really distressing. Ying Si grinned, revealing an icy arc. "I don't want to kill you, but you'd better stand there. ”

"What are you kidding? Who do you think you are, and if you say kill me, you'll kill me?"

A flash of light flashed, the talisman worked, and Chen Binghui's spiritual power and body were imprisoned at the same time.

"You kid is really rich, this talisman and enchantment talisman cost more than 10,000 spirit stones. What do you want to do!" Chen Binghui felt that something was wrong, and everything was getting out of his control.

"Let's stay here!" Ying Si no longer cared about Chen Binghui, who was bound by the talisman, but slowly walked towards the martial artists led by Zhao Kuo.

"It's not good, this kid is weird!!" Zhao Kuo's arms were broken, and his fighting spirit was completely lost, so he made a decision and wanted to retreat. "Brothers, run, this kid has used his spiritual power. As long as we run out and tell the other elders about this, he will definitely be expelled from the sect!"

"Brother Zhao is right, let's run quickly and break this barrier!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

"I'll rub it, you take me!" Zhao Kuo was cut off with a wind blade by Ying Si because he said two more words, and fell to the ground, bleeding nonstop.

Ying Si looked at the warriors who ran to the edge of the enchantment, smiled slightly, and stepped on Zhao Kuo's bronze chest, which was wounded by the wind blade, and the blood began to squander without money. "Chen Binghui, do you think you are very humorous? We have no grievances and no hatred, is it very interesting that you brought a dozen of your warriors to trouble me? And you, the leader of the warriors, what, do you think my strength is very weak?"

"Ah, this. ”

The other martial artists were dumbfounded, even Zhao Kuo and Chen Binghui were stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Naturally, I wanted to avenge my brother. ”

This question, in fact, Chen Binghui has also thought about it, he is really like the villains written in the villain books when he comes to make trouble like this. But so what? In my own eyes, these actions are just to avenge my brother, which is justice!

"The master's order is absolute, do you need a reason?"

For Zhao Kuo and the other warriors, they were the house slaves of the Chen family, holding the silver taels issued by their masters. They can do whatever the master wants them to do, and they can bite whatever the master wants them to bite.

You should think about what you hear, and the aura will flourish from all over your body. "I see, then it will be much easier to do. I just hope you don't blame me. ”

"What is he going to do?" everyone felt a chill rise from their ankles and head straight for the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"What are you going to do? You are a disciple of a famous and decent family, you can't kill me! I am a slave of the Chen family, and the Chen family is also a member of the sect!" Zhao Kuo looked at the dark cyan wind blade condensed in Ying Siliang's hand, and felt that he was covered in copper skin, and he had no ability to resist in front of it.

"Then you sue me and tell me, as a famous and decent disciple, who can I kill?" Ying Si put his index finger on his lower lip, looking thoughtful. "Tell me, I can consider letting you go. ”

Zhao Kuo and the others were overjoyed, and said in unison: "A model of my generation like you, a rising star of the righteous path, can naturally kill those demon cultivators, bandits, and these extremely vicious people. The culprit is Chen Binghui, and it has nothing to do with us. So, I hope you will forgive us a lot. ”

"That's right, that's good, then I'm relieved. Hehehe. Ying Si thought about the wind blade in his hand condensed and formed, Zhao Kuo only felt a chill on his neck, and the next moment his vision was spinning, and he actually saw his chest, as well as his feet and his companions who were far away from the barrier. Oh, it turns out that when I knelt in front of Ying Siliang just now, I was hit by him with a wind blade and cut off my head.

Then, his vision went completely dark, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

"What, he, he really dared to kill Brother Zhao!" A warrior collapsed to the ground, his eyes lost his mind.

"How is this possible? He, isn't he a disciple of a decent family? Why would he kill the leader? A warrior rubbed his eyes, and his bloodless face was full of horror.

The warriors couldn't help but exclaim softly. They trembled as they witnessed the whole process happen, and a fear that had never been seen before spread throughout their bodies.

Ying Si was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but he killed a bronze martial artist with a blank face. Is this the power of the Morning Monks?

Ying Siliang's face was calm, as if the demon who killed Zhao Kuo just now was not him, he half-knelt down and checked the injuries on Zhao Kuo's body.

"I didn't expect that I could really do such a thing so calmly, am I really the material for a villain?" Ying Siliang felt a little helpless in his heart, in fact, he himself thought that he was a good person. "However, this time it was also a bit of a fluke, Zhao Kuo's copper skin was really good, and the wind blade only cut off more than half of the bones. The injuries caused by the other exercises are even worse, and it would be bad if they were given the courage to unite and resist. It seems that it can only scare them and make him frightened. ”

And Chen Binghui, who was a few meters away, was stunned, as if he had become an expressionless stone statue, and his eyes were full of scenes of Zhao Kuo taking him to play when he was a child.

"How dare you kill him! You've already killed two of my friends, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Ying Si thought about a white Taoist robe, which was covered with a lot of blood, he pursed his lips and complained with some disgust: "It's so annoying, the Taoist robe I just changed today is dirty, it's a pity." ”

Then, with his hand full of blood, he will wipe it on his face. The young man's heroic face was instantly stained with dark red blood, which looked a little terrifying.

"You are not listening to me, you bastard, you killed my house slave, you don't care at all, only your broken robe. Ahhh

Ying Siwei plucked out his ears and pretended not to hear anything. "Who's talking? Was anyone talking just now?"

"Oh, it was you. Early death and early transcendence, hope in the next life, since you beg me, then how can I, who is a bodhisattva, bear to refuse?" Ying Si slowly walked towards the warriors who tried to break the barrier, and licked the blood splashed on the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue: "Tut-tut, it's useless, since I plan to do it, how can I let you out?"

"Why? You say that we are innocent, why do you want to harm our lives?"

"What good will it do you to kill us? You are a disciple of the right path! How can you do such a thing!"

"Are you going to kill them all? But don't forget, this is Lingxiao Pavilion, this is the territory of the famous and decent family, if you kill us people, you will not die well!"

Those warriors, some were roaring angrily, some were sneering, and some were squinting, not knowing what the hell they were thinking. Others were shivering, and a pool of yellow liquid had appeared under them.