"Young Master Tomb Ling, do you really don't need to worry about it?"
In the main hall, Cheng Buran looked at the situation on the light screen in front of him and couldn't help but turn around and asked the genius of Lieyang Palace who was sitting upright.
You must know that this is the boundary of Xilong Camp, and the strong men from various camps are all invited by them. If something really happens, the reputation of Xilong Camp will plummet.
"That guy is blind himself, who can blame him?"
Li Tomuling glanced at the screen lightly, which made Cheng Buran instantly feel relieved. He naturally knew who his young master was talking about, and at the same time, he couldn't help but silently mourn for Huan Jin in the Spirit Blood Camp.
"Those two guys are really strangers!"
Li Tomb Ling's attention was naturally not on Huan Jin in the Spirit Blood Camp, nor on Zhang You, the eighth-grade immortal, but on a certain couple.
Under Li Tomb Ling's gaze, he was quite unfamiliar with the man and woman, but he was at least certain that among the numerous young geniuses in Zhaixinglou, there were no such two.
Some of the previous speculations were also overturned by Li Tomuling himself. The woman named Mu Yin was completely different from the person in his impression. Although she had a good appearance, as long as she was not that person, he would not have much.
focus on.
"You don't even know Master Tomb Ling?"
Cheng Buran asked subconsciously. In fact, he was relieved, thinking that as long as those two people were not from Zhaixing Tower, his young master's chances would naturally be greater.
From this point of view, this time with the alliance of various camps, the only opponent for my young master is Han Luoying of the Moon God Palace.
As long as arrangements are made properly, Li Tomb Ling's chances of becoming the leader of all parties will become extremely high.
"Next, you should be able to see something!"
Li Tomb Ling shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the light curtain that could see the situation outside. At this moment, the conflict outside the main hall had escalated.
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Outside the main hall!
After receiving Zhang You's signal, Huan Jin seemed to have obtained Shang Fang's sword, and no one in the hall came out to stop him, which made him even more unscrupulous.
"Song He, you asked for this!"
Huan Jin may have always wanted to find such an opportunity, but in the past, he was not very sure that he could win the battle, so he kept holding back and did not take action. Today, he finally got an excellent opportunity.
Not only does Huan Jin think that his strength has surpassed that of Song He, he also has an eighth-grade immortal as his backer.
As long as the strong men from the Xilong Camp do not come forward, who among the other bystanders would dare to interfere with the affairs of the Spirit Blood Camp?
"I didn't expect that after so many years, you Huan Jin still hasn't changed much!"
Song He felt a little resentful. The two were good friends, but they turned against each other because of a spiritual crystal. Until now, he still doesn't understand what he did wrong.
But the other party refused to let him go, and Song He was not really a good guy. The good guy in Zhanlingyuan was already dead long ago. Since the other party wouldn't let go, he could only stand up and resist.
Huan Jin relied on Zhang You, the eighth-level immortal, as his backing, and Song He was not without a backer, and he knew clearly that his backer was much more powerful than Zhang You.
"Need help?"
Just when the strong aura of the Seventh-Rank Immortal Lord emerged from Song He's body, the young man in rough clothes suddenly asked softly, but he shook his head slightly.
If the opponent was Zhang You, the eighth-level immortal, Song He would definitely choose to retreat without hesitation and let the two people next to him take action. However, Huan Jin, the seventh-level immortal who broke through later than himself, and he
How could you have any scruples?
Under Yun Xiao's pulse refining technique, Song He's injuries have recovered seven to eight points. Even if it is only seven or eight points, he will not be afraid of Huan Jin, who is also a seventh-grade immortal. You must know that he was once a member of the Oasis Camp.
The most powerful one.
Moreover, Song He still had an obsession in his heart, which was the personal grudge between himself and Huan Jin. He did not want to rely on outsiders, he wanted to settle this grudge with his own hands.
Song He made this decision, and Yun Xiao didn't feel sorry for himself. He and Mu Yin took a few steps back, leaving the space in the middle empty. With him here, he didn't worry that Song He would really be killed by that guy.
"Huan Jin, do you really want to make the same mistake again and again?"
Song He still refused to give up trying to bring Huan Jin back, but what he said at this moment was so funny to the ears of the cultivators in the Spiritual Blood Camp, and they all thought it was this guy's rhetoric that wanted to compromise.
"Only when you win can you be qualified to say such things!"
Huan Jin never thought that he was at fault. In his heart, it was Song He who was at fault. It was this guy who stole his own spiritual crystal and delayed his breakthrough to the seventh-level Immortal Lord for several years.
After the resentment in his heart welled up, Huan Jin no longer wanted to talk nonsense to Song He, and he also knew that Zhang You over there was very impatient, and he had to fight quickly.
Bang!
Huan Jin's first move was met by Song He head-on, making a loud noise. The result of this attack made the smiles on the faces of the cultivators in the Spiritual Blood Camp become even richer.
Song He's face became paler as he took a few steps back. At this moment, even the cultivators next to him sensed the injuries in his body, and they all cast disdainful glances at Huan Jin.
This is simply taking advantage of others' danger, and everyone remembers that past incident.
It was clearly Huan Jin who was in the wrong, but he still wanted to beat and kill his savior. This was simply a model of repaying kindness with hatred.
However, due to the intimidation of the eighth-grade Immortal Lord Zhang You, no one dared to say anything casually. If he was taken notice of, there would be endless troubles, not to mention that Song He didn't seem to be in danger of his life at this moment.
Huan Jin didn't care about other people's faces and thoughts. He had the power and continued to rush forward, not wanting to give Song He a chance to breathe. The dark side in his heart completely exploded today.
If possible, Huan Jin wanted to take this opportunity to kill Song He here.
But he also knew that under today's situation, he would probably only be able to seriously injure Song He. Whether he could kill him or not would depend on whether someone in the hall was willing.
However, Song He then changed his head-on strategy and began to choose to fight on the move.
After a dozen moves, Huan Jin's face couldn't help but become extremely ugly, because he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
The fact is that competition of physical strength has never been a fighting style that Song He is good at. In addition, his internal injuries have not healed. Every head-to-head encounter will cause more injuries to his bones and organs.
This change of strategy immediately revealed Song He's advantage as an intermediate-level immortal-level pulse refiner. Whether it was reaction or speed, Huan Jin could not compare with him.
Moreover, in the following battle, Song He also found that the bottleneck that he had not loosened for several years actually showed signs of being broken. This undoubtedly surprised and delighted him.
It seems that the alien spirit attack that night was not only bad for Song He. The battle between life and death gave him a deep understanding of the way of heaven, and his strength also improved a lot without knowing it.
If it weren't for today's sudden battle, we would only know after Song He's injuries were completely healed. However, Huan Jin's persecution forced him to shorten this time by half.
"Useless trash!"
Zhang You, who was watching Huan Jin gradually fall into the disadvantage, couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, which made the cultivators in the spiritual blood camp next to him not dare to say a word. They knew that this adult was on the verge of rage.
Originally, Zhang You had great confidence in Huan Jin and wanted to use this to establish the spiritual blood camp's prestige. However, he did not expect that such a result would be achieved. He was really surprised.
Even Huan Jin could tell that Song He was still injured, so how could Zhang You, the eighth-level immortal master, not be able to tell?
This is also the reason why Zhang You was so confident before. Who would have expected that after a short battle, Song He's strength would soar rapidly, almost reaching the high level of a seventh-level immortal, while Huan Jin was only in the middle of a seventh-level immortal.
"Cunning guy!"
After Zhang You cursed Huan Jin for being useless, the next moment his eyes filled with anger.
Because in his opinion, this was Song He deliberately trying to trick him, so he pretended to be in a state of unrecovered injury, which actually made him lose his sight.
If Zhang You didn't want to take care of the personal grudges between the two parties before, now he has undoubtedly found an excellent reason for himself. This guy Song He actually deceived him, and he was simply looking for death.
Bang!
After a few more moves, Song He finally got his chance. A strange palm mark was placed on Huan Jin's right rib, knocking the powerful seventh-level Immortal Lord staggering. The pain in his right rib was even more intense, and he could only feel the pain in his internal organs.
All turned over.
Although the injury was not fatal, Song He's palm was not easy. Under this powerful palm, Huan Jin's combat effectiveness was at a loss, and he knew that he was defeated.
If he were defeated at the hands of others, even if the opponent was also a seventh-grade immortal, Huan Jin would not be as hard to accept it as he is now, because he has always regarded Song He as his imaginary enemy.
Ever since the spiritual crystal was "snatched" by Song He, Huan Jin has always wanted to outshine him. His luck was obviously good. After following Zhang You, he finally broke through that shackles.
Unexpectedly, in the end, he was still no match for Song He, and the opponent was still seriously injured. How could Huan Jin be able to swallow his breath when he lost to Song He under such circumstances?
"No! I am not willing to do so!"
Huan Jin, who was hit in the right rib, flashed a trace of extreme resentment in his eyes, and then rushed forward. He saw everyone around him sneer on his face, secretly thinking that if he still refuses to admit defeat in such a state, isn't he looking for death?
"This guy..."
A strange light flashed in Mu Yin's beautiful eyes beside her, but after seeing that the person next to her was motionless, she also put down the right hand she had just raised. She believed that Yun Xiao would never watch Song He die.
Eliminated.
"Go to hell!"
Under the gazes of cultivators from all sides, Huan Jin suddenly shouted loudly, and then, from the sleeve of his right robe, a black smoke came out, exuding a fishy smell.
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