As everyone rushed into the bronze hall, a huge space appeared in front of Yang Ming, the outline was like a beautiful manor, but the plants in this manor had been dead for many years, according to history, this temple was at least 10,000 years old, and the plants that could survive were probably tens of thousands of years old. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The palm of his hand waved under his nose, spreading the choking breath away, and then Yang Ming strode in.

Seeing Yang Ming walking forward, Wen Ruyu and the others behind him followed closely behind, walking slowly on the hard dirt path, at this time, there was also a sound of "Xiu Xiu" breaking the air behind him, and he didn't have to think about it to know that this was the other guy who was unwilling to be lonely after seeing Yang Ming take the lead in entering the temple.

After walking a few steps, Yang Ming squatted down, grabbed the soil on the ground and sniffed it under his nose, and then looked up at the majestic dome of the bronze hall, a strange and small feeling arose in Yang Ming's heart.

Yang Ming looked at this shocking space, and couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, and after a while, he slowly came back to his senses, and immediately glanced at Wen Ruyu and the others with slightly moving faces, his eyes were full of shock, it was worthy of being left by the ancient powerhouses, this kind of handwriting, I'm afraid only those peerless powerhouses can do it!

"Woo Woo ......"

Figures passed by Yang Ming's side, they stared at the winding street one by one, their eyes were full of scorching color, and just when Yang Ming was thinking in place with his arms crossed, a faint bloody breath poured into his nose, which made him frown slightly, and then raised his head, looked to his left, and found that the blood boy was staring coldly at him not far away.

Yang Ming directly chose to ignore the cold and hateful gaze of the blood boy, and when he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, as if he was being stared at by an ancient fierce beast, and his heart was suddenly vigilant to the extreme, and he quickly turned his head and looked at the group of purple-robed people who were slowly walking towards him.

Among the five men and two women in the purple robe, the first slightly chubby young man was looking at him with a smile, in the eyes of outsiders, this slightly chubby young man's smile was very kind, but in Yang Ming's opinion, this smile was full of cold killing intent, needless to say, these people were the disciples of Zihua Sect.

Seeing this slightly chubby purple-robed young man, Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, this person felt very dangerous, like a tiger about to pounce.

"Xiao Li, is this the guy who insults the door?" When the slightly chubby young man came three meters behind Yang Ming, his footsteps paused, and then he turned his head, looked at Zili on the side, flicked the full moon scimitar on his waist, and asked with a smile.

"That's it!" Zili nodded.

After getting the answer he wanted, the chubby young man's kind eyes suddenly fell on Yang Ming's body, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand, saying, "In Xia Lingyan, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Seeing this, Yang Ming's eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly, and he didn't rush to stretch out his hand, but instead glanced up and down at the slightly chubby young man, and the vigilance in his heart also climbed to the extreme.

Ling Yan looked at him with a smile, his eyes fell on Yang Ming's palm, his head tilted slightly, and said, "What's the matter, you're afraid of me?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming couldn't help but laugh, there were really not many people in this world who could make him afraid, and then slowly stretched out his hand, and when he wanted to shake it, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the disciples of the Zihua Sect behind Ling Yan, and seeing that their eyes were full of thick sarcasm, the vigilance in his heart suddenly increased.

The hand that had just been stretched out couldn't help but pause, and then turned his palm into a fist and slammed into Ling Yan's chest.

At the moment when Yang Ming made a move, Ling Yan also made a move, and his fists collided together in an instant, and a strong internal force gushed out, forming waves of qi and setting off a thick layer of dust on the ground.

At the moment when the fists collided, both of them snorted, Yang Ming staggered back two or three steps, and Ling Yan did the same.

When the disciples of the Zihua Sect on the side saw this scene, the sarcasm in their eyes suddenly slowly subsided, and their eyes looking at Yang Ming were full of solemnity.

Ling Yan is a rising star of the Zihua Sect, he is only seventeen years old this year, but his strength has reached the Great Perfection of the Tongqi Realm, and he is almost invincible among his peers, even the demon in the Northern Demon Palace is also not his opponent, if it weren't for the inheritance of the temple, the latter would have been able to break through a year ago.

The sixteen-year-old Tongqi Realm, in the history of the rivers and lakes, is probably also a very rare existence, and the important thing is the latter's strong combat power, which is the reason why the top leaders of the Zihua Sect value the other party.

However, such a genius actually fought to a draw with a guy of unknown origin, what does this mean, the opponent's combat power is probably not weaker than Ling Yan at all.

As soon as this thought came out, everyone in the Zihua Sect was suddenly taken aback, people like Ling Yan are almost rare to see in a hundred years, and now, there is one in the North Demon Palace, there is one in the Zihua Sect, and now there is one more, which makes people not live.

"Hehe, what a cunning guy!" Gently shaking his somewhat sore palm, Ling Yan looked at Yang Ming opposite in some surprise, and then smiled dumbly.

"Each other!" Yang Ming said undeniably.

"Ji, Lingyan, I haven't seen you for many days, your despicable temperament has not changed, and now you meet an opponent, right?" Just when the two were staring at each other vigilantly, a laugh like a night owl suddenly came from behind them, and everyone looked up, only to see a group of guys in black robes slowly walking in.

"People from the Northern Demon Palace?" Seeing the signs on the chests of these black-clothed young men, everyone immediately became vigilant, although the foundation of this sect is not as strong as that of Zihua Sect and Blood Sea Gate, but in recent years, this sect has produced many talents, and strong people have gathered, even behemoths like Blood Sea Gate are afraid of the three of them, which shows how powerful this sect is.

"I heard that you have been in retreat for half a year, I don't know how much you have grown during this time, don't be like last time, I beat you all over the nose again!" Ling Yan's gaze fell on the body of a black-clothed young man led by him, this person was carrying a black iron rod, and there was a thick evil aura between his eyebrows, thinking about it, there should be many lives under his hands.

"Excuse me, you still like to talk so fast, I hope you can laugh after a while. The black-clothed young man looked at Ling Yan with a sneer, and then said in a dark voice.

"Last time I was able to beat you to a bruised nose and swollen face, this time is no exception, don't believe it, you can try!"

The smile on Ling Yan's chubby face slowly converged, and a rich cold light burst out from his eyes, like a devouring tiger, and the violent aura crushed towards the black-clothed young man. (To be continued.) )