However, one second passed, two seconds passed... Leng Xuan found that nothing happened.
Shocked, he couldn't help but open his eyes. Suddenly, he saw the sharp arrow half a meter in front of him, but in the middle of the sharp arrow, he was tightly grasped by a big hand.
, causing it to be unable to move. Following the big hand, Leng Xuan looked up and saw that the owner of the hand was a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a gentle appearance and was dressed in a scholar's robe, showing his elegance. Look.
He had an indifferent look on his face, and the sharp arrow was like a toy, without any danger at all. Just as Leng Xuan was stunned, the middle-aged man could only hear the middle-aged man saying warmly: "Your name is Leng Xuan, right? Thank you for your hard work. Take it.
Leave it to me to handle the rest."
Hearing this, before Leng Xuan opened his mouth to respond, the middle-aged man had already walked towards the Witch God opposite. Seeing this, Leng Xuan stopped showing off and retreated honestly. When he came to Ziya's side,
I saw the other party asking with concern: "Are you okay?" Leng Xuan nodded. Except for the excessive depletion of the energy in his body, he did not suffer any injuries. He looked at the mysterious middle-aged man not far away.
, Leng Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Do you know who he is?" Ziya smiled and said: "Of course I do, he is the tooth spirit of our Mengya tribe." Leng Xuan was stunned and said in confusion: "
Wasn't there an artifact stolen by the Wu clan? How did you summon him?" Ziya pointed at Wu Yang not far away and said, "I just found it from him." Hearing this
After saying that, Leng Xuan's eyes changed, and he saw Wu Yang lying on the ground in a miserable state, his body covered with numerous scars. It seemed that he had suffered a lot at the hands of the Mengya clan. However, fortunately, Ziya summoned him in time.
The Tooth Spirit came out. Otherwise, he would be a dead man now. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the Tooth Spirit of the Mongolian Clan and the Witch God of the Witch Clan were facing each other far away.
Looking at the Witch God standing upright in mid-air, the smile on Ya Ling's face remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone: "Witch God, long time no see." The Witch God stared at Ya Ling coldly, without saying a word. However, from him,
The ugly look on his face showed his mood at the moment. Ya Ling didn't mind his indifference, he just played with the sharp arrow in his hand and said in a gentle voice: "I didn't expect that that young man actually forced you to this point.
To the point where even the natal stone was used." As he spoke, without seeing any movement, the sharp arrow was suddenly enveloped in a faint white light. Immediately afterwards, the shape of the sharp arrow changed and gradually became concentrated.
It turned into a red stone. Looking at the red stone in Yaling's hand, the Witch God's face became even more ugly. After a long while, the Witch God's frown suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his lips raised, with a trace of
He smiled and said: "I lost." Hearing his words, Yaling suddenly laughed. "It's not easy, it's really not easy. You are finally willing to admit defeat." The Witch God fell from the sky, with his hands behind his back, looking not far away.
Leng Xuan nodded and said: "He is indeed a suitable candidate, what do you mean?" Ya Ling responded: "I am very satisfied with him, as long as you have no objection."
After saying that, he handed the red stone to the Witch God's hand. After taking the natal stone, the Witch God's complexion immediately improved a lot. Seeing the two of them talking like friends, Leng Xuan couldn't help but be stunned.