The four of them were very disdainful of the cultivators around them, and when they noticed Yan Lingyu, their eyes were a little solemn, and the eyes of the cultivators surnamed Wan led by them narrowed slightly, and they looked Yan Lingyu up and down.

But seeing that the female cultivator in front of her has pure spiritual power, excellent temperament, bewitching posture, natural charm, and demeanor with a fatal attraction to men, and at the same time, it is even more rare that her cultivation is profound, and she is actually a genius at the tenth level of Qi training.

The cultivator surnamed Wan nodded slightly, as an outstanding disciple of such a super-first-grade immortal sect as the Lihuo Immortal Sect, what kind of woman has not been seen, even so, there are few who can compare to the female cultivator in front of him.

However, he was obsessed with the avenue, and Yu did not like women, and when he looked at Yan Lingyu at this time, he also saw that her qualifications and cultivation were good, and he admired it slightly, nothing more.

The cultivator surnamed Wan clasped his hands, glanced at Yan Lingyu, glanced at everyone again, and slowly spoke, his voice as domineering as ever: "This place has been owned by me from the Fire Immortal Sect, irrelevant, leave quickly." ”

As the voice of the cultivator surnamed Wan fell, the remaining three disciples of the Fire Immortal Sect glanced at the cultivators from all sides, and the spiritual power of the Fire Separation Sect was released.

The powerful spiritual power of the fire was faintly in the shape of a dragon and a snake, and the three extremely powerful forces suddenly merged into one, and the momentum surged several times, and the blazing fire overflowed, and many cultivators thousands of zhang away saw this, and their faces changed slightly.

Some cultivators were a little indignant and wanted to come forward to theorize, but they were stopped by their companions and whispered a few words to them, and the cultivator's face changed drastically, and he left.

Being intimidated by the disciples of the Fire Immortal Sect, some cultivators who had barely reached the tenth level of Qi cultivation also retreated, and Yan Lingyu was the only one standing still.

Looking at those retreating cultivators, the cultivators surnamed Wan showed disdain in their eyes, and seeing Yan Lingyu's expression indifferent, still standing in the void, the cultivators surnamed Wan rose with approval in their hearts: "The girl is a little bold, but Wan's words are not a joke, although the treasure is good, it is not worth the girl's life for it." ”

"The treasure here, for me to leave the Fire Immortal Sect, the girl should leave quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the majestic fire-free spiritual power in the body of the cultivator surnamed Wan began to run slowly, and the robes around him ignited flames.

This flame was different from the other three Red Flames of the Fire Immortal Sect, and the flames around him were red gold.

Although the power of the crimson flame was not as good as the fire dragon condensed by the three of them, the blazing energy was far comparable to the three of them.

Everyone may not understand what the Red Gold Flame represents, but how can the three disciples of the Fire Immortal Sect not understand.

The hearts of the three of them were also full of admiration and envy, when the red gold was completely transformed into gold, it meant that half of their feet stepped into the eleventh layer of Qi training, and the spiritual power of the fire in their bodies was transformed into the fire spirit element, and the ordinary master of the tenth layer of Qi training was not the enemy of one of them.

The cultivators surnamed Wan were obviously not far away, and the scorching spiritual power from the fire was so hot that the faces of the retreating tenth-level Qi cultivators also changed drastically.

But who is Yan Lingyu?

The genius of the Demon Sound Dao of the First Rank Immortal Sect in the Eastern Far Continent has his own arrogant bones.

Yan Lingshi was already angry in her heart, but she giggled lightly on her face, her left hand covered her red lips, her jade fingers gently grabbed the hair in front of her, and whispered slowly: "Eh, the words of a few sons really scared the slave family?"

While speaking, Yan Lingshi's eyes flowed, her voice was coquettish, and her actions seemed to be weak willows supporting the wind, which looked like a top genius who practiced qi at the tenth level, but looked like a weak woman in the mortal world, who needed to be taken care of.

Except for the cultivator with the surname of the first ten thousand, the cultivation of the other three people was much lower, and their concentration was insufficient, and their eyes lit up when they looked at Yan Lingyu.

After all, a cultivator is a human being, human desires are endless, and he knows the taste of marrow, in the face of such a delicate and seductive beauty, who can not be moved?

But the three of them were only slightly different, and they reacted quickly, which shows the depth of cultivation and the strength of concentration.

Seeing this, Yan Lingyu secretly said in his heart, these disciples of the Fire Immortal Sect are much stronger than those so-called geniuses of the Demon Sound Dao.

Those three cultivators who had just entered the tenth level of Qi cultivation were easy to deal with, but the strength of the cultivators with the surname Ten Thousand who were the leader was really strong.

Yan Lingyu's heart sank, glanced at where Chen Mo was, and suddenly a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, sighed lightly, as if he had made some decisions, and said secretly in his heart: "Stinky boy, I really lost to you." ”

"Today, you owe the slave family a favor, see how you want to pay it back?"

At this moment, there was another fluctuation of spiritual power where Chen Mo was.

This reappearance of spiritual power fluctuations was naturally also perceived by the four cultivators with the surname Wan, and the faces of the four changed slightly, and the faces of the cultivators with the surname Wan sank even more.

Looking at Yan Lingyu, who was blocking in the center, the cultivator surnamed Wan spoke: "If the girl stays here any longer, Wan can only think that the girl is coveting the treasures of my Fire Immortal Sect!"

"Wan Mounian girl's cultivation is rare, make an exception to give the girl one more chance. ”

As long as the girl gets out of the way and leaves quickly, Wan will no longer pursue it. ”

Hearing this, Yan Lingyu raised her eyebrows, and suddenly sneered and said: "Why did the son say this, the slave family is just a weak female stream, how dare you stand in the way of your son." ”

"It's just that this heaven and earth are big, and there are avenues everywhere, so why does the slave family occupy the Dao of your sons? Could it be that the Dao of this world is owned by the Fire Immortal Sect?"

Hearing Yan Lingyu's words, the face of the cultivator surnamed Wan suddenly became gloomy.

"Stubborn!"

"Since you are looking for death, Wan will fulfill you!"

The cultivator surnamed Wan snorted coldly, and the spiritual power of the fire in his body instantly exploded.

As his palms closed, the spiritual power of the fire quickly condensed, and the next moment, his palms opened, revealing an inch-long red gold cone from the fire, and a powerful and sharp energy wave rippled turbulently.

Yan Lingyu's expression was solemn, the jade feet were light, the red silk under his feet was divided into two, two and four, and in the blink of an eye, the sixteen red silk in the sky were like dragons and snakes dancing, preemptively, and entangled towards the cultivators with ten thousand surnames.

The cultivator surnamed Wan sneered, and the fire cone shot out in an instant, colliding with the sixteen red silk in midair.

With a roar, the red silk exploded into a red section of the sky, igniting a fierce flame, but the cone of fire was also extinguished at the same time.

Yan Lingyu's expression did not move, and Jiuxiao Huanpei did not know when he was already in front of him, his ten fingers were like green onions, and he pressed it gently.

Zheng...

The sound of the piano is thick and heavy, and it has the meaning of Taiyue.

Even the spiritual power in the bodies of the four Fire Separation Immortal Sects, including the cultivators with the surname Wan, suddenly became difficult, and the four of them showed surprise on their faces, and at the moment, they had accumulated a large amount of spiritual power from the Fire Separation Sect, and at this moment, the sound of the piano changed sharply.

Cheng Cheng...

The sound of the piano is clear and lively, touching people's hearts, and the spiritual power of the four people is restless.

Among them, the three people who cultivated lightly were in a mess, their spiritual power collided, they snorted, their faces turned pale, and the three of them glanced at each other, and they all secretly formed handprints.

Compared to the three of them, the condition of the cultivator surnamed Wan was much better, but his face was gloomy, and when he touched the bag, there was already a crimson long sword in front of him.

Grabbing the long sword in his hand, the cultivator surnamed Wan said coldly: "Stinky woman, today next year will be your death day!"