Chapter 82 Save Senior Sister

The Heavenly Hall Master was the first genius disciple of Lingtian Sect, Huang Yutian.

This person, who has been in Lingtian Sect for nearly 20 years, is the first person to do his part, regardless of talent or cultivation, and has made countless disciples of the same sect in awe.

It is said that Huang Yutian's martial spirit is extremely special, but it is the only one in ten thousand that can grow, and has a very strong auxiliary role in cultivation. At the age of twenty-five, he broke through the Qi refining realm and reached the innate realm.

In the last Dragon Gate competition, he was even more powerful, winning ten people in a row and easily winning the first place. So far, in the past three years, he has become an invincible existence among the disciples of Ling Tianzong.

Heaven, as a force created by Huang Yutian, has a supreme position in Lingtian Sect. All disciples who join have great benefits, so it has a huge attraction for every disciple in the sect.

"Zhao Yang, stop dreaming, I will never promise you! Heaven, I will join with my own strength, I don't need to rely on anyone!"

Hou Yingfeng's words were extremely firm, and she looked at Zhao Yang with disgust on her face.

When Chu Yan heard Hou Yingfeng's words, her eyes lit up and she nodded secretly in her heart.

Unexpectedly, this senior sister Feng, not only has a beautiful appearance, but also has such a good temperament, which made Chu Yan feel astonished.

"Hou Yingfeng, I've been asking for kind words over and over again, but I didn't expect you to be so clueless!"

Zhao Yang was furious, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, and said, "Join heaven with strength? Humph! After today, do you think you will still have cultivation?"

Hou Yingfeng was shocked and shouted anxiously, "Zhao Yang, what do you want to do?"

"What? I want you to know the consequences of disobedience to me, which is death! Of course, before death... Hehehe!" Zhao Yang's face showed a **** smile, and he waved:

"You give it to me, abolish her cultivation, but don't kill her..."

Zhao Yang shouted behind him, and walked out of dozens of people. With his martial spirit fully activated, he rushed towards Hou Yingfeng from all directions without hesitation. Various martial skills and weapons formed a sky full of palm wind, fist strength, sword light, and knife light. With a bang, she turned to Hou Yingfeng.

Among the more than 30 people, at least 20 people have reached the Qi Refinement Realm, and at the same time, the power is extremely amazing.

Under the shock, Hou Yingfeng hurriedly unfolded her body and quickly dodged.

However, in the face of various attacks that fell like raindrops, no matter how fast his movement was, he would eventually suffer one or two blows.

In this battle, if there is no accident, Hou Yingfeng's fall is only a matter of time.

Chu Yan shook his head and was ready to take action. Since he had met him, it was impossible not to help her.

He reached out and patted the little white bear, and pointed at Zhao Yang. Unexpectedly, Xiaobai could shake his head like a rattle, obviously unwilling to fight this human.

He took out three third-grade Qi refining pills from his arms and swayed them in front of the little white bear. The faint medicinal fragrance made the little guy's eyes bright.

Pointing to Zhao Yang again, and pointing to the three medicinal pills in his hand, Chu Yan asked Little White Bear to decide.

The little guy hesitated for a moment, frowned, and finally nodded, opened his mouth to swallow three medicinal pills, and the little white bear accelerated and rushed out.

Swish!

Ziluo Tianxiong flashed past like a white meteor, and when it was a hundred paces away from Zhao Yang, it stopped, stood up, screamed twice, and immediately ran away.

"Hey, spirit beast!"

Zhao Yang was shocked when he found out that it was a mysterious beast, and he was overjoyed.

He waved his hand and led the remaining dozens of people to chase after the passing little white bear without hesitation.

In the Martial Soul Continent, spirit beasts are precious, and any martial artist would like to capture one as a combat partner, but the number of spirit beasts is rare, and secondly, they are extremely intelligent, and they are very different from monsters with wild beasts. Therefore, Extremely difficult to capture.

Zhao Yang was shocked when he saw the appearance of the spirit beast, but of course he would not let it go, and immediately chased after him.

In his opinion, there are more than 30 people here to deal with Hou Yingfeng,

Absolutely enough.

When Zhao Yang disappeared into the deep forest with more than 30 people, a black figure jumped down from the tree and rushed towards the battle situation by the lake.

"Bafang is broken!"

With a punch, the surging punch was like a gust of wind passing through the border. After eight consecutive explosions, the three Qi-refining disciples were hit, sprayed with blood mist, and fell to the ground.

"Chu Yan!?"

The rest of the disciples turned around abruptly, saw a black robe rushing towards him, and recognized Chu Yan at a glance.

"Damn, to sneak attack from behind, how despicable!"

"Isn't he the new disciple who was offered a reward by Senior Brother Chen Xiao? He actually came to die?"

"Just right, let's go together and solve him..."

"..."

The disciples talked a lot. After discussing and making a decision, they immediately divided half of the crowd besieging Hou Yingfeng and attacked Chu Yan.

"Humph! Courting death!"

Chu Yan sped up and slammed his fists out again and again, and Bafang Po's fist strength suddenly rolled out like bursts of mad clouds, and the sound of rumbling was incessant.

boom! boom! boom!

In a short distance of 100 steps, five disciples of the Nine Heavens of Tempering Realm were directly smashed into pieces, and the blood rained in the sky.

"Give me death!"

Chu Yan didn't stop at all, dodged, went around to the side of the crowd, and threw a few more punches.

The first fist blasted, never stopped, flashed a hundred paces away, and shot again.

After a few times, the chaotic disciples finally reacted. This Chu Yan is extremely powerful.

However, at this time, there were only a dozen people standing in front of Chu Yan, and everyone was terrified and their eyes widened.

More than a dozen people looked at Chu Yan, who was dressed in gray air, and couldn't believe it.

"Chu...Chu Yan, don't come here..."

The first disciple, Zhao Qing, saw Chu Yan approaching slowly, and he stepped back in fright, sweat dripping all over his forehead.

"A bunch of trash!"

Chu Yan swept towards these dozen people with contempt, his face indifferent.

"You... despicable, sneak attack from behind..." Zhao Qing said indignantly.

"mean!?"

Chu Yan sneered and said

"If you 30 people besiege a girl, is it fair and fair? If I beat up 30 of you alone, you still call me despicable?"

Looking up at Zhao Qing, he looked like an idiot.

Zhao Qing's face was green for a while, then white for a while, then he was furious, shouted, and slapped Chu Yan with a palm.

Zhao Qing's cultivation level has reached the third level of Qi Refining Realm, which is the highest among the dozen or so people alive. When he shoots it with one palm, the palm wind whips up a whirring wind, which is extremely powerful.

Chu Yan stood with cold eyes, not moving at the palm wind that was about to hit him.

Zhao Qing's face was full of joy, and his eyes were full of cruelty, as if he had seen Chu Yan die under his palm.

At this moment, Zhao Qing's face froze fiercely, and when he looked up, he found that his palm had been grabbed by the other party, and he couldn't go any further.

Chu Yan squeezed the opponent's palm and sneered, "Is this your full strength?"

Chu Yan's smile fell in Zhao Qing's eyes, but it was as if he had seen a ghost.

"go to hell!"

A cold light flashed in Zhao Qing's eyes, and he violently urged his true qi and the black bear martial spirit behind him. His whole body shook, and he was about to break free from Chu Yan's hand.

However, Zhao Qing found that under his full strength, he still couldn't break free from Chu Yan's restraint.

Soon, Zhao Qing's face flushed, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

"If you want to kill, you must have the consciousness of being killed!" Chu Yan sneered.

"Now, die!"