Master of Beasts

Ye Wenwen and Song Lu sprang out from the crowd, like flies hunting for food, shooting into the sky, both of them had undisguised sinister smiles on their faces, violent fluctuations rippling above their fists.

"It's Ye Wenwen and Song Lu!" An Youmei's eyes darkened slightly.

When she, Xue Yi and others entered the Four Small Peaks as new disciples, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu had already gained a lot of fame, and only Yang Ling, Yin Gong and others could barely overwhelm them.

"Both of these two have practiced body-refining spiritual art." Xue Yi's face was not angry.

If you lose, you lose. Jing Yun and Song Wan'er are still playing this game, it's extremely despicable!

In the eyes of shock and astonishment, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu's figure swept to the front of Henry Zhang like lightning, and the fists of the two, accompanied by a sneer, slammed down hard.

"Wood God Fist!"

"Rock Crack!"

With an indifferent face on his face, Henry Zhang put one hand behind his back, slowly clenched his right fist, and punched out in a row at a speed as fast as thunder.

All this happened in an instant.

"Boom!"

Henry Zhang retracted his fist, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu's body shot from the sky into the ground amidst many inconceivable gazes, and the smile on Song Wan'er's face suddenly froze.

"Didn't these two people have both practiced body-refining spirits?" Song Wan'er's pupils trembled, and she looked at Henry Zhang as if she was looking at a monster.

With two light punches, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu were defeated. Even the eighth-level Lingpan might not be able to do this.

"Aren't I dazzled? Ye Wenwen and Song Lu were knocked down?"

"On the opposite side is the sixth-order spiritual rebirth!"

"It's incredible, it's incredible!"

Looking at each other, An You and Xue Yi were also quite stunned.

Originally thought that Henry Zhang would repeat the old trick and use the Ice Fire Light Wheel when he killed Tan Ce that day again, but in the end he defeated Ye Wenwen and Song Lu with just two random punches.

"Henry Henry is a multi-source spiritualist, and still has time to practice spirituality?"

"Haha, just now who said to go to Gangfeng for a walk, hurry up!"

"There are so many people watching, don't be cowardly."

Hearing the laughter around them, the few people who had taunted earlier shrank their necks, not even daring to breathe out.

Into the wind?

Even Linghuang would have to be crushed, let alone them.

"court death!"

"I planned to only let you suffer a little bit of flesh and blood, but you don't know good from bad, so don't blame us!"

Standing up unsteadily from the pit, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu formed seals with their hands, and their faces showed a ferocious expression of choosing someone to eat.

Although they are slightly inferior to Jing Yun in terms of strength and fame, they are still seventh-order spirits. They were smashed down like this, which made them feel an insult almost contemptuous in their hearts.

"call out!"

The icy cold waves slapped the face, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu's palms froze, Xue Youmei's spear pointed straight ahead, and the whirling hurricane, mixed with fine snowflakes, swirled at the tip of the spear.

"Try moving again." Henry Zhang looked down and smiled faintly.

"Henry Zhang, don't go too far. The three of us are seventh-order spirits. If we die, it will be a huge loss for Xingyun Peak. You can't afford it." Ye Wen threatened.

"That's right, you are destroying the foundation of Xingyun Peak." Song Lu also said hastily, his seemingly calm voice was mixed with a trace of panic that he tried his best to hide.

"Three seventh-order spirits?"

Henry Zhang smiled faintly: "Do you think that a spiritual master who owns multiple sixth-order high-level Nirvana-level spirit beasts is not as valuable as the three of you?"

This remark caused an uproar among countless people, especially the disciples of the Fifth Peak. The expressions on their faces could no longer be described as shock.

It's just scary.

"How many sixth-level high-level Nirvana? How did he ascend?"

"Could it be that his spiritual formula is to improve together?"

"Dream, how can there be such a spiritual formula on the mainland."

Hearing the discussions around, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu's complexion was as ugly as if they had eaten a dead mouse.

As long as the Thirteen Peaks are not idiots, they will naturally know which one is more important, a powerful multi-source spiritual master, or several seventh-order spirits.

"If you want to survive, just like Jing Yun, pay at least 500,000 Lingzhu every month. Of course, you can also refuse." Henry Zhang looked at the two with a smile on his face.

After entering Thirteen Peaks, he is expected to spend a lot of time in the Tower of Wisdom, rarely have the opportunity to collect spirit beads, and the strength of the King of Night is still difficult to know.

Maybe, even weaker than the original Kong Lingluo.

In this case, the spirit beads that need to be consumed are undoubtedly an extremely large sum.

There are three sources of mobile spirit beads, so for him, it is naturally the best.

Seeing the expressions of displeasure on the faces of the two, Xue Youmei narrowed her beautiful eyes, and swiped the spear in her hand.

"call out!"

Ye Wenwen and Song Lu were stunned for a moment as the cold tip of the spear brushed past their throats, and the warm liquid almost overflowed uncontrollably.

"Kill them." Henry Zhang waved his right hand, and while waving his fire wings, he rushed towards Jing Yun.

"Wait, I cooperate!"

Seeing the point of the gun being shot, Ye Wenwen and Song Lu hurriedly yelled, scrambling for assurance.

Hearing the cry from behind, Henry Zhang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and immediately landed in front of Jing Yun.

"You won, are you satisfied?" Jing Yun gritted his teeth and stared at Henry Zhang.

From the moment of defeat, the prestige he cultivated with great difficulty has already plummeted, and his preparations for entering the Thirteen Peaks have also been in vain.

"Satisfied or not, don't you know yourself?" Henry Zhang smiled, if it wasn't for Jing Yun's insistence on killing him, how could he end up like this.

All of this is nothing but his own doing.

"In the next six months, pay at least 500,000 Lingzhu per month. Of course, you don't have to pay, but at that time, I will go to the door to pick it up."

Sweeping Jing Yun's gaze, Henry Zhang's gaze fell on Song Wan'er, who was pretty and pale: "By the way, your treatment is the same as Jing Yun's. Don't blame me for not reminding you. I've never had a hobby of pity and sympathy."

"What's more, it's still a piece of bad jade."

After the voice fell, Henry Zhang shot upwards for more than ten feet, and together with Youli and others, he swept out of Luanfeng Gorge.

"How dare he look down on me?" Song Wan'er looked like a shrew, her sharp nails were almost embedded in her flesh.

"500,000 Lingyu per month? Dreaming! I don't believe it, how dare you kill me?" Jing Yun gritted his teeth tightly, thinking viciously in his heart.

The other side.

Looking at the leaving figures of Henry Zhang, Youli and others, Qi Yan's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the resentment in his eyes almost gushed out.

In his heart, he has already regarded Youli as a taboo, how can he allow others to touch him.

"Qi Yan, what's wrong with you?" Xue Yi gave him a surprised look.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Xue, Senior Sister An, let's hurry."

Squeezing out a smile, Qi Yan's eyes flashed another chill, and he roared fiercely in his heart: "Henry Zhang, among the four small peaks, I am not as good as you, but among the thirteen peaks, I have countless ways, Can play you to death."

"I'll let you know that only I, Qi Yan, deserve to be with You Li!"

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