There were a few side dishes on the dining table, which looked pretty good.
"What is this?" Yang Ling asked curiously as he picked up a plate of unknown meat.
"Have you never eaten dragon meat?" the old man said calmly.
"Dragon...dragon meat?"
Yang Ling was shocked.
Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground.
Yang Ling has eaten donkey meat before, but she doesn't know what this dragon meat tastes like.
Yang Ling secretly smacked his tongue and thought, if he could sell some of the dragon meat, he would probably make a lot of money, right?
I paid for it by picking up a piece, not to mention, it tasted really good.
"Thank you, senior, for saving me. I wonder what I call you, senior?" Yang Ling asked.
"Zhao Shanhe." the old man said.
"Mr. Zhao, junior Yang Ling." Yang Ling introduced himself.
"Your martial arts are very strange. They don't look like human martial arts." Zhao Shanhe looked at him with confusion on his face.
However, he could also see that Yang Ling was not from all races, so he became more and more curious about his identity.
"This is a way of cultivation in our hometown, which is used to strengthen the body." Yang Ling smiled sarcastically, not knowing how to explain it to him.
If you tell him that you came from broken void, will he believe it?
Most likely you won't believe it.
Fortunately, Zhao Shanhe did not continue to ask questions, and did not seem to be particularly concerned about Yang Ling's identity and origin. But Yang Ling was secretly thinking, how should he learn the soul martial arts? Ask him directly? Wouldn't this be tantamount to telling him
His own identity is suspicious?
While Yang Ling was thinking, a burst of shouting suddenly came from outside.
"Zhao Shanhe, do you think hiding in Wanling City is enough? Hand over your things, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."
Zhao Shanhe frowned slightly, and there was a chill in his eyes.
Yang Ling on the side could clearly feel the powerful murderous intent shooting out of him, as if he was in an ice cellar, with cold air everywhere.
What an amazing cultivation level. Yang Ling secretly smacked his tongue.
As the words fell, an old man walked in, full of murderous intent.
"Looking for death, do you really think that I, Zhao Shanhe, are easy to bully?" Zhao Shanhe snorted coldly and turned around to look.
"Peng!"
Suddenly, the person flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
Yang Ling was at a loss and looked over in astonishment.
What's going on? Is this a divine soul martial skill? It's too powerful.
This was Yang Ling's first feeling, and her heart was full of envy.
Zhao Shanhe slowly stood up and looked over, snorted coldly, and said: "A small protector of the Moon Worshiping Sect, who is only an eighth-level Gumai practitioner, actually dares to covet something that shouldn't belong to you? Hmph, I don't know.
So called.”
The old man stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You have actually reached the ninth level of Consolidation Pulse? And it is still at the peak. You are only one step away from breaking through the volley."
"Isn't that weird?" Zhao Shanhe smiled contemptuously, "Don't you want that thing? Then it depends on whether you have the ability."
"Zhao Shanhe, you can't keep that thing. It would be a good thing for you to hand it over as soon as possible; otherwise, there is only a dead end." The old man snorted coldly.
"Are you worthy enough to seek death?" Zhao Shanhe shouted.
Suddenly, his figure appeared in the sky, holding a big ax and slamming it down.
There was a faint sound of thunder and lightning, and the sound was majestic.
Yang Ling was stunned. What kind of strange kung fu was this? The figure floating in the air looked like a phantom, but it also looked like a real person. However, Zhao Shanhe himself was clearly standing on the ground.
Is this the divine soul martial skill? Yang Ling thought secretly.
At this time, he couldn't help but become interested.
The next second, there was only a "boom" sound, and the opponent's body suddenly exploded.
"Want to run? It's not that easy." Zhao Shanhe grabbed the opponent's sea of consciousness directly in the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard.
It exploded with a "Peng" sound.
Is this the spiritual master?
Yang Ling thought of the record he had just read in the book. It was amazing that his body was completely exploded and he was still alive.
At this time, he no longer knew how to describe his surprise. He suddenly felt that his so-called cultivation was not worth mentioning in front of him. This was simply a miraculous skill.
Yang Ling couldn't help but think, what would it be like if the people here could break the void and go to the earth? Can the earth's current high technology resist their invasion? It's probably impossible, right? Yang Ling can't bear it
I was shivering and thinking deeply about it.
"I wonder if Master and Ghost Wolf Bai Tianhuai know this kind of spiritual martial arts." Yang Ling thought secretly.
Most likely, right? Otherwise, how could they break the void and send themselves here?
Only now did Yang Ling know how powerful his master's cultivation was and how big the gap was between him and himself. There was such a huge difference. It's no wonder that his master didn't have much feeling for the so-called mundane world.
Thinking about myself, I feel a little complacent about controlling China's underground order. When compared here, it is simply not worth mentioning.
Seeing that the shadow in the sky disappeared after the other party died, Zhao Shanhe frowned, without any joy on his face, and sighed secretly.
His whereabouts have been exposed, and trouble is bound to follow.
"You should leave as soon as you finish eating. There will be a lot of trouble here soon, and there is no need to involve you." Zhao Shanhe looked at Yang Ling and said calmly.
"Senior, you saved my life, how could I just watch you get into trouble and ignore it?" Yang Ling said firmly.
If you receive a drop of kindness from someone, you should repay it with a spring of water, not to mention the kindness of saving a life?
Zhao Shanhe was slightly stunned and looked at him in surprise.
"Senior, who are they?" Yang Ling asked curiously.
"The Moon Worship Sect." Zhao Shanhe said.
"Yue Worship Sect?" Yang Ling looked confused.
"The Moon Worshiping Sect is an organization united by some traitors from the Human Realm. They are greedy for life and fear death and do not want to fight with the Ten Thousand Clans. Therefore, they have taken refuge with the Ten Thousand Clans and are dedicated to making enemies of the Human Realm. They do all kinds of evil." Zhao Shanhe didn't seem to care about why Yang Ling kept worshiping the Moon.
I had never heard of it before, so I explained it to him in detail.
The Human Realm is at war with the Ten Thousand Nations all year round. These people may seek refuge with the Ten Thousand Nations due to greed for life and fear of death, or for various reasons such as personal interests. In the Human Realm, they are like rats crossing the street, and everyone shouts to beat them.
Isn't this a traitor?
Yang Ling frowned.
Such people are indeed the most shameful and the most deserving of death.
"Listen to my advice and leave as soon as possible. These grudges have nothing to do with you." Zhao Shanhe's expression was dull, as if he had no regard for life or death.
"I, Yang Ling, am definitely not the kind of person who is unloyal. If I leave now, what kind of man will I be?" Yang Ling was filled with pride.
A man is a true man, there are things he can do and things he should not do.
How could he ignore it at this time?
"Oh, if you want to leave now, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."
Suddenly, Zhao Shanhe frowned and sighed helplessly.