"What should we do then? Do we have to give up?" Han Ziyi was not very willing. This time he came out, he was carrying a major mission.
The recipes of Shengjiquan and Qionghualu are both things he urgently needed. This time, because the things in front of the auction house were swept by those people, the spirit stones that were upside down on the other people were not consumed, and the competition for Shengjiquan was extremely fierce.
Although their Han family is steadily rising now, they do not have the strength to compete with those first-class forces.
So in the end, he was empty-handed. It was difficult to explain the family in this way. The only way was to take risks like this.
The elder next to him heard his unwillingness, but he had no choice but to do anything about it. "I can't see through the strength of those people. If I want to break in, I'm afraid that those people in front of me will be similar in the end."
Han Ziyi was suddenly a little angry, but his style of conduct over the years made him calm down quickly.
It is impossible for him to give up so easily. It is related to whether he can become the head of the Han family. He does not want to fail.
"Since we can't force ourselves, we can wait a little longer." Han Ziyi said, "We must be more than the ones who are targeting them. Only when the snipe and clam fight can the fisherman benefit. We can wait a little longer."
While they were talking, seven or eight figures appeared not far from them. The people seemed to have seen the unusualness of the fog, but there was a strong man in the form and spirit realm among them. They just hesitated for a moment and then entered the fog.
When those people entered the fog, they felt as if their facial features were sealed. There was only a vast white fog in front of them, and they could not see or hear anything else.
After they went deeper a little further, they realized something was wrong and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late. They were surrounded...
Han Ziyi and the others listened outside, wanting to hear the movements, but for some reason, there was no movement in the fog.
Immediately afterwards, several groups of people entered one after another, but even though they continued, they still seemed like stones falling into the water without any movement.
These strange things fell into the eyes of the people around them, and gradually more people surrounded the fog. They were all unable to understand the situation in the fog and did not go inside recklessly.
There were more and more people outside the fog, and inside, Feng Luo and the others kept seeing no one coming, and their expressions gradually became less relaxed than before. They knew that the next meal was about to begin.
At this moment, a figure flashed in front of them, and Shi Yu quietly appeared.
"There are eight powerful people in the form and spirit realm outside." Because of the soul, her perception is amazing. She can see the realm of people outside as long as it is not far higher than that she can't see through.
"Eight?" Everyone looked solemn.
There are only eight people in total, and the other party is not considered a cultivator in the infancy stage.
"You don't have to panic," Shi Yu said, "No one who comes outside wants to kill us. My soul can hold on for two quarters of an hour. After two quarters of an hour, the fog will dissipate. Let's try our best to fight and decide."
"Um."
After Shi Yu finished speaking, his body flashed and he jumped up and flew straight over the fog.
People outside also noticed it and looked up. Seeing a beautiful woman with white hair standing above the sky, many people suddenly felt a sudden slap in their hearts.
The magician…
This time they come here, they are afraid that they will encounter iron plates.
"Everyone, follow me all the way, but look for me?" Shi Yu stood in the air, looking at them expressionlessly.
Everyone felt a little unhappy when they saw the white-haired woman's eyes were cold and she looked down on her condescendingly, but at the same time they felt a little upset.
Ordinary people don’t have the confidence to talk to them like this. Could it be that the person in front of them is really someone they can’t afford to offend?
They were suspicious, but they saw someone standing up in the crowd, "Your Excellency, you don't need to misunderstand, our Wuji Sword Sect is just passing by."
Wuji Sword Sect is also the top five sects in the eighth level of heaven. They said this clearly that they were just coming to watch the fun and had no other thoughts.
Since the first person took the lead, some other people who didn't want to cause trouble came forward and said that they had no desire to covet.
Of course, Shi Yu would not believe what these people said, but since they spoke like this, they temporarily reduced some of the pressure. As for the remaining ones, some people retreated aside in silence, and there were more than 40 people left. It seemed that they didn't want to give up just now.
"Since you are passing by, please step back a little further." Shi Yu said, "I'm afraid I will hurt you by chance."
So is this really going to do it?
Suddenly, many people retreated, and Han Ziyi was also pulled by the elders around him and retreated. And the moment they retreated, the white mist and wind in the middle automatically spread around, wrapping all the remaining people in it as quickly as possible.
The people first felt that their eyes turned pale, and then they felt like needles in the sea of ​​consciousness. They couldn't help but wail and scream in pain. This sudden attack made them lose everything. In the fog, Xuanyin and the others were already appearing around them with weapons.
"Three." Among these people, there were three in the form and spirit realm. Qing Chen and Wen Xian and Shi Yu each entangled one, and the rest were handed over to Xuanyin and Chu Jinhuan and others.
The form and spirit realm is no longer the low-level monk he used to be. It may take a long time to solve the outcome.
Outside, Han Ziyi looked at the white mist with a gloomy face. He couldn't see what was happening inside.
"Elder, look..."
"There are three strong men in the form and spirit realm that I just entered. Even if that woman is an illusionist, she may not be able to deal with it immediately. In addition, they have few people, and once the time is delayed, they will not struggle for a long time." The old man judged, "We will go in again for half a quarter of an hour."
In the fog, Shi Yu looked at the man in front of him. This person was very old and felt a sense of decay all over his body. His eyes also had a sense of silence. It seemed that his life span was about to be exhausted. Now he finally found a glimmer of hope, so he came to take a gamble.
"Little girl, I know you are an illusionist. As long as you hand over what I need, I will spare you." The man said. If possible, he would not want to fight with these people and consume his strength. Who knows if there is a yellow bird behind outside?
"You're dreaming." Shi Yu said these words coldly, and was the first to throw a spiritual blade at the man. The spiritual blade split in his void like a real sword, pointing directly to the man's face.
The man didn't take this spiritual blade seriously at first, thinking that he could avoid it by just dodging. But while the spiritual blade was slashing over, his body seemed to be fixed by something, and he couldn't move in an instant. He tried his best to flash, and he could only feel the spiritual blade passing by his face. He only felt that he reached out and touched it, and the skin on his face that was touched by the spiritual blade had been cut off.
He is a strong man in the form and spirit realm, and his physical body is naturally different from ordinary blades. This person can hurt himself with a simple spiritual blade, and it can be imagined that her cultivation is not weaker than him.
The man suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. The two swords in his hand made a clanging sound, and the ice-blue spiritual power was flowing. There seemed to be a long snake inside that was frozen, roaring towards Shi Yu, as if he wanted to bite her head off to relieve the uneasy in his master's heart.
Seeing the hideous snake head pounced towards him, Shi Yu waved his long sleeves in his hand, and a stream of spiritual power flew out. As soon as he hit the snake head, he broke the snake head and turned into a stream of light and spread out.
"..." The man was afraid that it would be impossible to continue like this. He immediately put the two swords in front of him. The next moment Shi Yu felt that the man in front of him seemed to be missing, leaving only the two swords in front of her.
Soon, the knife moved. The man merged with the two swords. A man is a knife, and a knife is a man. If the knife is in a man, a knife will be destroyed, and a person will die.
Shi Yu suddenly became highly focused. She knew that with a knife, she would probably be in trouble if she didn't die. After all, she was an old guy with quiet appearance and spirit, so she could not underestimate him no matter what.
The two of them fought dozens of moves by the way, probably because of the other party's momentum, and Shi Yu was hit and retreated step by step.
At this moment, Shi Yu suddenly felt like he was locked by something. Then the power of the two swords in front of him increased, mixed with a biting cold cold swept towards Shi Yu. Shi Yu wanted to dodge, but found that even if he dodged, it was useless. The two swords actually turned a corner in the air and came under her neck.
The two swords quickly cut off from her body. When the man opposite him saw this, he was immediately overjoyed. He wanted to continue to work hard to make her desperate, but at this time he found something wrong.
No blood!
He was stunned and subconsciously retreated to the side. But at this moment, his sea of ​​consciousness stinged, and dozens of needles were pierced into his head, causing him to howl in pain.
"Ah--" Why did he forget that the other party was an illusionist?
Just as his sea of ​​consciousness was attacked, Shi Yu's body, which had been split, dissipated like blue smoke. She appeared behind the man again, seized the opportunity of the man's loss of consciousness, and slit the dagger in his hand at his throat.
The gentle blood was stained in her hands, but Shi Yu's heart did not fluctuate.
——
Outside, Han Ziyi was calculating the time in his mind. He had never had it before, but today, he was a little bit harder to endure this time. But the elder said for half a quarter of an hour, and that was half a quarter of an hour, and he didn't dare to go in early.
After waiting patiently for a while, Han Ziyi's heart skipped and said, "Half a quarter of an hour has passed, will we enter?"
After passing by the old man next to him nodded, he immediately rushed into the fog.
I hope they still have time and did not let the previous people escape with something.
The actions of the Han family naturally made the crowd outside feel a little restless, and there were many people who wanted to stay behind to get a bargain. They only hesitated for a while and wanted to rush into the fog, but when they were about to touch the fog, they hurriedly stopped again.
Because Han Ziyi, who had entered before, came out again.
To be precise, he was picked up by someone choking him.
At this time, the blood stains in Shi Yu's hands had not been cleared away. At some point, the blood stained on her skirt had become charming flowers on it. She coldly looked, pinched Han Ziyi's neck, and walked out of the fog step by step.
"It's really a narrow road for enemies. I made you succeed once a hundred years ago. Do you want to do it again?" Shi Yu said, crossing Han Ziyi with cold eyes and looking at the crowd behind him with surprise and fear, "You still want to take advantage of the situation? Then the outcome will be the same as him."
As she said that, her hand exerted force and a "click", the crisp sound of the broken bones made the audience feel sore. Han Ziyi's eyes opened and blood spilled out of his mouth. His head tilted, and his eyes that had not closed closed looked into the sky little by little, and it seemed that he was very dying.
After confirming that Han Ziyi was indeed unable to save the immortal, Shi Yu threw his body to the side, swept his eyes around, and looked terrified, "Who else would you like to come here to try it?"
After experiencing the scene just now, most of the people present have their hearts beating now, so how dare they continue to move forward?
I originally thought it was an easy person to deal with, but now it seems that it is not the same thing at all.
"Your Excellency." The person from the Wuji Sword Sect looked at Han Ziyi's body lying on the ground and couldn't help but remind him: "Your Excellency, if you kill Han Ziyi, I'm afraid the Han family will not give up."
The Han family is now vaguely moving closer to first-class forces. Han Ziyi is one of the future heirs of the head of the family. Now that he dies like this, the Han family will definitely not endure this. This is the power of the clan. Killing one is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest. Unless they can catch all the hornets in one go, there will be a headache in the future.
Shi Yu glanced at the person who reminded him, "Who are you?"
"The elder of Xia Wuji Sword Sect."
"Then tell the Han family that I welcome them to come and seek revenge at any time." After that, Shi Yu turned around and entered the fog under the wide eyes of everyone.
Is this person really not afraid of the Han family's revenge at all? You know, not to mention the Han family's own power, there are alliances in the eighth heaven, and ordinary forces dare not provoke them. Unless it is a first-class force like the Wuji Sword Sect...
Who are these people?
"The Han family just seemed to have entered an elder who was about to break through to the realm of form and spirit. Where are others?" Finally, someone remembered the people from the Han family before.
There was a moment of silence around, "If that elder was still there, do you think Han Ziyi would be killed so easily?"
Chapter completed!