From alert to stunned, from stunned to dumbfounded.
Once again, I was in disbelief at this moment, dumbfounded.
When Ye Qianshan and the tattooed woman saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and froze in place as if struck by lightning.
"Suning?"
I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Qianshan, who was the first to come back to his senses, exclaimed loudly: "You, you, you, when did you embark on martial arts practice?"
"Flying in the air, and being able to hide it from me and weak water, this..."
"This is obviously something that can only be accomplished by the tenth level of force."
The corners of his eyes twitched, and he couldn't figure out the explanation: "No, the tenth level of martial arts is just the condensed soul. If you want to hide my weak water, you must be at least the fourteenth level of martial arts."
He does not mean that.
On the other side, the tattooed woman who was in a daze retreated cautiously and said to Ye Qianshan's secret technique: "Don't be fooled by the human skin mask on his face. There is no way this guy is Suning."
"In just one year, if we look at the whole of China for thousands of years, we have never heard of any peerless evildoer who could break through ten realms in a row in one year."
"What if Su Xinglan is as strong as one person and can suppress the six meridians? Why not just spend more than thirty years to reach the pinnacle of martial arts?"
"In terms of genius, who in China can surpass Su Xinglan?"
Ye Qianshan's pupils dilated and he suddenly woke up.
He raised his hanging hands fiercely, and the Yin energy around him suddenly burst out, and hundreds of ghosts came out, turning into shadows and surrounding Suning.
"Who are you? What's the purpose of coming here?"
The man from the Ye family, with white hair scattered on his shoulders, had a gloomy look on his brows, and said with murderous intent: "Tell me, does Lingxi's disappearance have anything to do with you?"
"Boom."
A bright light emerged from the well built with green bricks, and immediately sprinkled criss-crossing scarlet threads.
Those threads, centered on the tattooed woman, instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.
While sealing off all directions, a wave of scorching fire quietly bloomed on the edge.
It is fire like a dragon, the dragon head is fire, and the dragon body is water.
At the same moment, the jade in the tattooed woman's hand was crushed to pieces by her, and smoke and dust flew, mixed with little sparks, and fell to the ground.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."
The hard masonry floor is like the rising and falling of the tide, and the crackling sound between the bricks is endless.
Suning turned a blind eye and looked at ease.
He looked at Ye Qianshan with a smile and said in one word: "This is the water-fire dragon formation, coming from the Taoist sect."
"To be precise, the person who set up the formation is Dao Huo'er, a natural spiritual body with seventeen levels of martial arts."
"If I'm not mistaken, this main killing formation integrating offense and defense was sent here by someone from Lingxi."
"The well is a fake formation, intended to confuse people with sight and sound."
"The real formation eye..."
With a half-smile but not a smile, Suning looked away from Ye Qianshan, locked on the tattooed woman on the right and said: "The real formation eye is hidden on the hosta where you started, and it can be controlled by you at any time."
"Hey, am I right?"
After he finished speaking, he pointed a finger in the air.
It is an understatement, and there is no spiritual catharsis.
The tattooed woman's face turned red and she retreated tens of meters.
"boom."
She bumped into the big tree in the corner in embarrassment, bending over and panting, her delicate body shaking uncontrollably.
"Click."
The "Water and Fire Dragon Formation" containing seventeen levels of Dao Huo'er's force collapsed on the spot. The water and fire in the sky met mercilessly, creating billowing smoke that covered the sky and the sun.
"Weak water."
Ye Qianshan, who had taken advantage of the invisible form of a hundred ghosts, leaned forward and approached, secretly pushing out a palm.
After a palm strike, he changed direction without hesitation and used his hand as a knife to cut across Suning's neck.
