Ximen Ao actually died like this. In front of many warriors and in front of the Elder Pavilion, Ye Qinghuan directly killed Ximen Ao. This was really crazy.
Of course, they were shocked not only by Ye Qinghuan's madness, but also by his strength. Ximen Ao was a high-level martial king. First his arm was cut off, and then he was directly killed. Ximen Ao was too powerful.
Although Ye Qinghuan was surprised and Ximen Ao was too confident, this is enough to show how powerful this young man is? Could it be that he is already a Martial Emperor?
"Ye Qinghuan, you..." The old man in gray clothes was furious. He was about to have a fit when he was interrupted by Ye Qinghuan: "I know what you are going to say. You don't need to say those nonsense. You don't dare to take action anyway. Just take him."
I'll go to Lingtan."
"Okay, okay, you really have a temper. Now I know why Tieshanmen was destroyed by you. I can take you to Lingtan in exchange for a hundred bottles of elixirs from you. From now on, you and us
Jiangdong has nothing to do with it anymore. Our Elder Pavilion won’t care about it, but there will eventually be someone who can take care of you.”
The old man in gray clothes laughed angrily, stared at Ye Qinghuan and said, the opening time of the ancient world is coming soon, and the people of the ancient world will definitely be able to kill him.
"Okay, let's wait and see. Now take me to Lingtan." Ye Qinghuan doesn't care at all. He just wants to enter Lingtan now. If he can advance to the innate warrior, there will be no opponent in the world, even if he is
He has no fear even when people from the ancient world come out.
"Ye Qinghuan!"
At this time, Yin Ziming stared at Ye Qinghuan coldly, with a trace of hatred in his eyes.
"Ye Qinghuan, I have promised to give you the sword, why do you want to kill my master?" Yin Ziming held Ximen Ao's body and asked Ye Qinghuan sharply.
"I, Ye Qinghuan, kill people, why do I need to explain to you." Ye Qinghuan said calmly.
Domineering, unscrupulous domineering, overbearing to the extreme, it is arrogant and unreasonable.
All the warriors were shocked. They were completely shocked by Ye Qinghuan's words. They didn't know what to say. This young man was really bloody and crazy.
"This world has always been like this. Strength is the most important thing. Just like you now, you want to avenge your master, but besides yelling a few words, what else can you do?"
Ye Qinghuan stared at Yin Ziming and said very calmly that he actually admired Yin Ziming's talent, but this man was too upright and was affected by his reputation as a gentleman. If he could let go of the shackles in his heart, his future future would be good.
That's why Ye Qinghuan was willing to talk nonsense with him.
"Ye Qinghuan, you are really going too far. According to what you said, can you do whatever you want if you have the strength?" Lin Shiyu couldn't help but said angrily.
Although Ye Qinghuan just wanted to help her, she still couldn't accept Ye Qinghuan's remarks. This was too selfish!
"That's right, if you have strength, you can do whatever you want." Ye Qinghuan nodded and said.
"..."
This man really didn't know what to say to a group of warriors. He was so unreasonable and believed in the law of the jungle. People couldn't help but want to eliminate him. However, his strength was so strong that no one could take advantage of him.
Method.
Yin Ziming clenched his fists. Ye Qinghuan's words had such a great impact on him, as well as the death of his master. For a moment, he felt that his world view had collapsed.
Ye Qinghuan felt that it was very normal. In the universe, if you don't have strength, you will easily die among powerful monks.
If it were the previous Ye Qinghuan, it would only be more bloody and cruel, and I'm afraid all these warriors would be dead now.
Yin Ziming stood up, stared at Ye Qinghuan, and said: "That sword is mine, I think you should return it to me!"
"Yin Ziming, this sword does not belong to you in the first place. Can't you see why your master wants this sword? It's not that he wants it for you, but that he wants it for himself."
At this time, another clear and beautiful voice rang out, and everyone was stunned when they saw a woman of extraordinary elegance walking out, it was Meng Wenxue from the Yaowang Sect.
"Meng Wenxue!" Yin Ziming stared coldly at Meng Wenxue who came out, his eyes beating with anger, "If you are insulting my master, you are my enemy, Yin Ziming!"
"You will understand these things sooner or later. You are very talented and you are worthy of being our number one genius in Jiangdong. Unfortunately, you are too naive. Besides, this sword originally belonged to Ye Qinghuan, you just picked it up."
Meng Wenxue shook her head and said softly.
"What do you mean? I heard that you stayed in Ye Qinghuan's room for a day and a night. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that something really happened between you and Ye Qinghuan, so you helped him speak."
Yin Ziming stared at Meng Wenxue and said coldly.
Meng Wenxue was not angry, but said with a faint smile: "It doesn't matter what my relationship is with Ye Qinghuan, but I have been to Dan Valley before, and Wang Yanying, the new owner of Dan Valley, told me personally that Ye Qinghuan's sword was in their
It was refined from the Dan Valley. Although I don’t know why it fell into your hands, I want to tell you that this sword does belong to Ye Qinghuan."
Ye Qinghuan’s?
This sword originally belonged to Ye Qinghuan?
All the warriors were shocked. This flying sword was actually made by Ye Qinghuan himself? How is this possible! Now that he is a weapon refiner, this is completely impossible!
He has extraordinary strength and can refine both elixir and qi. Is this guy a superman?
Yin Ziming's expression changed drastically and he stumbled back a few steps. He couldn't believe it. It turned out that this sword belonged to Ye Qinghuan. It turned out that he had picked up his sword!
Lin Shiyu also understood immediately. He finally knew why Ye Qinghuan asked those people in Tianhai Palace about the sword. It turned out that the sword belonged to him.
He must have been injured at that time, and the flying sword was also lost. Ye Qinghuan insisted on coming to the sect competition, and it turned out to be for this sword!
"It doesn't matter who owns the sword. As long as you have the strength, it belongs to you." Ye Qinghuan said calmly, which was his last words to Yin Ziming.
"Okay, it's time to go to Lingtan." Ye Qinghuan said, staring at the old man in gray.
After saying that, Ye Qinghuan no longer cared about the reactions of others and prepared to leave with the old man in gray and the others.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, another voice rang.
What happened again!
Ye Qinghuan's momentum suddenly cooled down. He just wanted to go to Lingtan, but he didn't expect that after all the twists and turns, he no longer had any patience.
If anyone dares to cause him any more trouble, Ye Qinghuan will definitely kill him without hesitation!
The young man who spoke looked a little immature and looked young. Feeling Ye Qinghuan's coldness, the young man suddenly said with some fear: "Ye, Senior Ye, I also want to ask for a few bottles of pills."
Ye Qinghuan suddenly laughed. Someone actually dared to come to him for pills. He was really brave. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"