"The King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, who dares to keep you until dawn?"
Huoyun stepped into the lake with one foot and was secretly breathing a sigh of relief when a disdainful voice came from behind.
"what's the situation?"
Huo Yun's heart tightened, and when he was about to jump into the lake, the sky suddenly darkened, like a witch cloud blocking the sun.
"This is……"
Huo Yun looked up and saw a huge palm covering the sky descending from the sky, like the palm of Tathagata Buddha, pressing down on his head.
"not good!"
Huo Yun was so frightened that he jumped into the lake, and at this moment, the giant palm that covered the sky fell down immediately.
"Boom——"
The people on the island only heard a loud roar, and the entire island in the middle of the lake shook violently as if it had been shaken.
The earth shook, the mountains shook, and water splashed everywhere.
After a while, everything returned to calm.
People were shocked to find that half of the island in the middle of the lake had completely disappeared, replaced by a huge palm-shaped pit.
The water from the lake poured back and filled the pit!
But the big pit imprinted on the lakeside seems to be imprinted on everyone's heart.
The whole audience fell silent and remained silent for a long time.
"Huoyun, he was slapped to death!"
The old man in Tang suit from before murmured in a low voice: "The chief disciple of the Vajra Sect, who claims to be indestructible, can't even block a strike from the air?"
Others were as silent as a cicada, not daring to say another word.
At this moment, no one dares to underestimate Ying Yue, and no one has any other unrealistic ideas.
Even the three fierce men Huo Yun, Sun Laogui, and Liu Sandao were killed with a snap of a finger, so what did they matter?
"Now, you are the only one left!"
Just when the whole place fell silent, Ying Yue's voice rang out again, breaking the silent scene.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Ying Yue staring at Liao Tuli and asked lightly.
"I……"
Liao Tuli was frightened, hesitating in his mouth, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
"Forget it, why bother with you? It's just an ant!"
Ying Yue was a little disinterested and waved his hand casually.
When Liao Tuli heard this, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic, but before he could thank him, he saw Ying Yue flick his finger, and a white energy shot out from his fingertips, piercing his heart.
"You...you actually..."
Liao Tuli spurted blood from his mouth and looked at Ying Yue in disbelief.
The others also looked shocked, with confusion in their eyes. Didn't Ying Yue just say that he didn't care about it? Why did he still kill people?
"Not caring doesn't mean I won't kill you!"
Ying Yue said calmly: "People like you have so much blood on their hands. Keeping it will be a disaster, so it's better to die!"
The whole place was dead silent!
No matter whether it was rich people from all walks of life, bosses, hidden sects, families, or third-level mutants, no one spoke.
Kill Old Ghost Sun and shoot Liu Sandao to death!
Kill the fire cloud and penetrate Liao Tuli!
one move!
All with just one move!
Ying Yue's strength exceeded their imagination and shocked them deeply.
To be fair, the four Huoyuns are not weak, they really are not!
"These four people travel across the southwest and have a great reputation, but they were killed by Ying Yue with a wave of his hand. How strong is this young man...?"
At this moment, many people have this question popping up in their minds.
How strong is Ying Yue?
"Huo Yun and the three of them are all the best among the third-level mutants!"
The eyes of an old man in Tang suit flickered: "Four of us joined forces, and even level 4 mutants were able to fight, but they were still killed by Ying Yue Zhen!
This is enough to show that Ying Yue’s strength is at least a level 4 mutant, and he is also a very strong level 4 mutant!”
"Oh my God! Level 4 mutants!"
After reaching this conclusion, the old man in Tang suit was startled, and looked at Ying Yue with a hint of shock.
Level five mutants are mutants who break the army.
In Chinese martial arts, he is called the "Grandmaster"!
The one who breaks the army and fortifies an army!
A master, establishes a sect and calls it the ancestor!
No matter which name is used, it is enough to express the terrifying combat power of the fifth-level mutants. As the fourth-level mutants who are closest to the fifth-level mutants, there is no doubt about their power.
It is enough to sit on one side and support one side's power.
"There is no false person under the great reputation!"
Many people sighed in their hearts: "The name of Mr. Jiangzhou Ying is well deserved. From now on, the southwestern martial arts world will completely change!"
There are no big sects in the southwest, but there are many small sects, far more than any other region in the country.
Originally, these small sects fought against each other, leaving them without a leader. From today on, there is only one voice left in the entire southwest.
That's Mr. Ying's voice.
"However, the Vajra Sect and the Five Poison Sect...will not give up!"
…
The exchange for new drugs continues.
Compared with before, the order has become better. No one dares to jump out and provoke anymore. The scene is orderly, you come and I go, and there are very few words.
Before you know it, a day has passed, and only 10 provinces in the Southwest and Northwest regions have obtained new medicines!
Unexpectedly slow!
Faced with such a situation, Ying Yue was not worried but happy. The more people came, the more medicinal materials they brought, and he was naturally happy.
That night, people rested on the island in the middle of the lake.
…
Early the next morning, when Ying Yue arrived at the island in the middle of the lake, everyone respected him with awe in their eyes.
I have to say that yesterday's scene had a great deterrent effect.
Just like yesterday, Ying Yue sat on the stone table and continued to take the trouble to identify the medicinal materials. Rich bosses, sect warriors, mutants...
Compared with yesterday, there are some new faces today.
People came one after another from all over the country.
When Ying Yue saw this, he couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that there are so many mutants in the whole of China..."
Just when Ying Yue was sighing, a somewhat embarrassed voice sounded: "Mr. Ying, the medicinal materials I brought today are not enough, so I may not be able to exchange for a new medicine!"
Not enough medicinal ingredients?
Ying Yue looked around and saw an unshaven, dusty middle-aged man standing in front of him, saying with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Since you know you can't get new medicine, why are you waiting in line?"
"That's right, isn't this a waste of everyone's time? Get out quickly!"
The people lined up behind the middle-aged man suddenly started shouting with dissatisfaction.
Everyone is queuing up, why are you queuing up if you haven’t brought enough medicinal ingredients? Isn’t this sincerely causing trouble?
Hearing everyone's scolding, the middle-aged man frowned and said: "I didn't bring enough medicinal materials, but I brought a treasure passed down from my ancestors!"
As he said that, he took out a red rope from his chest, and there was a ring finger tied to the red rope. The ring ring looked like gold but not gold, copper but not copper, jade but not jade, and it looked very ordinary.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
A person behind him sneered: "Is it just an ordinary broken thumb ring? This kind of stuff is everywhere on the street!"
"That's right, if you want it, I can get you a few hundred tons. Haha, I'm in the jade business, and I often do finger-wrenching!"
Seeing the ring finger that the middle-aged man took out, everyone burst into laughter.
