As soon as this statement was made, before Li Yuan and the others were angry, Liang Xiwen and other Qingmen’s children smiled bitterly. Is this kid hiding in the coffin to enjoy the feeling of being worshipped?

This is ridiculous to the extreme, but his expression does not look fake, and his words are not watery.

"Who are you?"

Li Yuan looked at the bamboo sword that was broken into two pieces, staring at Ye Lingtian with a cold look. Her delicate face kept twitching. She was defeated by Ye Lingtian with one move just now. In addition to being surprised that Wuyan's fear of resurrection from the dead, the biggest factor was Ye Lingtian's irresistible skill.

When the Green Bamboo Sword encountered Ye Lingtian's sword pointing pressure, Li Yuan felt a fierce force penetrated into the sword body. She wanted to gather her skills to block it, but was defeated by the sword pointing force. If she had not gritted her teeth and held up her breath, she would not even have the chance to turn over.

How could a master who has just entered the Tianwu level fight against Ye Lingtian, who has entered the late stage of Tianwu level? This is the rhythm of seeking death.

Even so, she still suffered a crushing defeat, so Li Yuan, who was unwilling to accept it, staring at the boy in front of her, trying to see who had ruined her good deeds, but Ye Lingtian pressed his hand on the wound on his left shoulder and smiled without saying a word: "I don't even know, are you really a disciple of the Xuanmen?"

When Li Yuan's eyes were tightened, Ye Lingtian said without hesitation: "You can pretend to be a disciple of the Qingmen to attack Liang Xiang and provoke the Prime Minister's Mansion and Qingmen to kill each other, and they can also provoke a greater conflict between Qingmen and Xuanmen. It seems that two living mouths must be left."

"Ask a good question!"

Ruan Xin stared at the unknown Li Yuan. Every word Ye Lingtian pointed to everyone's hearts, which also made everyone's eyes turn to Li Yuan and began to speculate on the identity of this group of people. When Liang Xiwen made his position, many people knew that this was a troublemaker.

Liang Xiwen couldn't help frowning. She thought it was the sons of Xuanmen who took the blame for Qingmen, and Li Wuxuan didn't even let the funeral of his master. Now, after Ye Lingtian reminded him, Liang Xiwen realized that this was probably a game in the game, so she made a gesture to block the Qingmen's sons.

It is necessary to take them down and question them today.

When Ye Lingtian and Li Yuan and the others were confronting each other casually, Liang Xiang stood quietly behind Ye Lingtian and watched everything, without anger or murderous intention. He was like an outsider, and he was independent in the world. It seemed that what happened now had nothing to do with him. He didn't run back to his own camp and said thank you.

"Kill them!"

When the Qingmen and the elites of the Prime Minister's House cleaned up the remaining guests, Li Yuan knew that there was not much time left. Another green bamboo sword shook with her left hand. Her attack speed was quite fast. When people were surprised by the shocking momentum of the bamboo sword, it had already arrived in front of Ye Lingtian.

It calmly invaded Ye Lingtian's defensive circle.

Liang Xiwen and the four swordsmen knew the domineeringness of these swordsmen, and they also saw that Ye Lingtian was still injured. Therefore, when he saw them besieging Ye Lingtian, he jumped forward to protect him. However, although Ye Lingtian's shoulder wound had not healed, the fingers he pinched made everyone stunned, and the sword tricks were terrified.

Liang Xiwen was surprised that Ye Lingtian actually understood the essence of his master.

At this moment, Ye Lingtian's sword pointed directly at Li Yuan's green bamboo sword. Li Yuan's move was too sudden and the sword light was too strong, so he did not dare to keep the slightest. The snow mountain in Dantian suddenly appeared. The qi was melting and the qi was like a big river, and the qi was transported along his right arm to his sword finger.

Then he stabbed the green light through a few steps. This finger was quite not simple. The finger wind had already cut the air with a slight buzzing sound, like a muffled thunder blew up in the knife light, blowing all the sword light like splashing snow into pieces!
Chapter completed!