Chapter 1,368 Testing

Jiang Zhengming didn't know why Lin Ye appeared here and dared to speak to them so blatantly.

"Are you also a disciple of the Holy Beast Sect? It's too presumptuous to rush into him like this! Do you have any right to speak here? Take him down here!"

On the square, an elder from the Hedao realm shouted sternly.

Next to him, Jiang Zhengming quickly said to him: "Elder Feng, this guy is the monk from the Jueqing Sect!"

"What! Is he that guy? Then why does he appear here? And he dares to appear in front of us like this. Sure enough, the monks of the Jueqing Sect are all so arrogant!"

How could Feng Mohuo allow a Jueqing Sect monk to be so rampant in front of them? He raised his hand to signal to the people around him.

"Go and capture him. Let him try this punishment first."

After Feng Mohuo said that, a Void Refining monk stood up next to him and went straight to Lin Ye above.

In their eyes, Lin Ye was just a monk in the late stage of infant transformation, so there was no need to worry too much.

Jiang Zhengming, who knew Lin Ye's strength, stood aside and watched all this without saying much.

Thinking of what happened before, he himself didn't want to go up.

It would be better if Feng Mohuo took action now. Although he knew that the void refining monk sent by Feng Mohuo might not be Lin Ye's opponent, it didn't matter. If Fang Zheng was defeated, Feng Mohuo would naturally not sit back and watch.

Ignorant.

The monk from the Holy Beast Sect who flew into the air was named Zhou Xing. He was Feng Mohuo's disciple. He was already in the early stage of Void Refining and was not weak at all.

"This is the first time I have met a monk from the Jueqing Sect. Let me try my newly refined magic weapon on you."

As Zhou Xing spoke, he took out a feather fan from his sleeve, waved it lightly, and a blue wind curler flew toward Lin Ye in a circle.

This magic weapon is obviously not an ordinary thing. As soon as the flying blue wind scroll appears, it stirs up the surrounding wind. Under the roar, the ordinary disciples in the square tremble slightly.

He even took out this newly refined magic weapon to deal with an infant transformation monk. Even Zhou Xing felt that he thought too highly of him.

Feng Mohuo below also had a hint of displeasure on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with Zhou Xing's procrastination.

It's just an infant monk. He should be captured in an instant. Why bother with so much trouble?

The cyan wind scroll was like a wind beast with its mouth wide open, trying to swallow Lin Ye alive.

Seeing this situation, the disciples of the Holy Beast Sect also stopped talking. What else can such a clear result of cultivation mean?

Everyone present was waiting for the scene where Lin Ye was taken to the stone pillars. Only Jiang Zhengming and Chen Wusheng knew clearly that they were not moved.

In the air, seeing the green windstorm about to fall on him, Lin Ye took out a piece of tortoise shell from his arms.

This is exactly what he got from Wanlihuang. Now facing the monks of the Holy Beast Sect, he also wants to try its power.

"Wan Lihuang's words sound nice, but what exactly are his thoughts?"

Lin Ye raised his hand and punched out the thin tortoise shell, flying into the wind in front of him.

He wanted to see where Wanlihuang's bottom line would be.

The tortoise shell that flew out heard a roar before it hit the cyan wind scroll.

That was the roar from the Xuanrui Spirit Beast. Part of the soul of the Xuanrui Spirit Beast was sealed in this small piece of tortoise shell.

As soon as he took action, the power of the spiritual beast inside burst out.

At its peak, the Ten Thousand Years Xuanrui Spirit Beast was a spirit beast in the Mingshen Realm. Even if the power contained in this tortoise shell was only part of it, its power should not be underestimated.

The roaring sound was like a pouring flood, rushing directly into the wind, sweeping away the true energy inside.

On top of the tortoise shell, a palm-sized Xuanrui spirit beast was revealed and hit Zhou Xing's chest directly.

"What is this!"

Zhou Xing saw that the power of his magic weapon was broken, and before the shock in his heart subsided, he was rushed up by the tortoise shell.

The phantom of a spiritual beast the size of a palm flew out with four claws and tore open his flesh and blood in an instant.

Zhou Xing had no time to respond and was seriously injured first.

"The monks from the Jueqing Sect are indeed despicable!"

Feng Mohuo was the first to react, but by this time, Zhou Xing was already injured.

Seeing this situation, he could only take action immediately and save Zhou Xing first. After all, he was his disciple. If anything happened, he would be embarrassed in front of the entire Holy Beast Sect disciples.

At the same time as he yelled, Feng Mohuo had already flown into the air.

Zhou Xing was grabbed by his right hand and put directly behind him. He raised his left hand to deal with the flying tortoise shell.

"die!"

Feng Mohuo said in a deep voice, and the power of Hedao realm burst out instantly.

A circle of cyan ripples spread out from his side, sealing an area several feet around him.

As soon as the tortoise shell that flew past entered it, it seemed to be entangled in something, and slowly stopped and was restrained in the air.

"This is the realm of his artistic conception. After all, he is a Hedao monk, so it is not easy to continue."

Lin Ye saw the emergence of this realm of artistic conception and understood the strength of the person coming. He pressed his fingers together, and the tortoise shell that flew out flew back to his hand like a meteor.

"You can let him go now. I don't have much time, so don't bother."

Lin Ye raised his hand and pointed, and said this to Huang Yuan below.

"Despicable and arrogant, the guys from the Jueqing Sect are indeed all virtuous. Who do you think you are and how dare you run wild here!"

Seeing him taking action, this guy actually looked arrogant, as if he was some kind of Nascent Soul monk in front of him.

Feng Mohuo was completely angered by Lin Ye's arrogant behavior, and casually threw Zhou Xing down, and he himself teleported and disappeared.

When Lin Ye saw this scene, he immediately turned around and slapped his palm backwards. The power of the bloodline body floated to the surface and wrapped Lin Ye's body in it.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound sounded after the farewell, and Feng Mohuo's body collided with Lin Ye's palm.

However, he was not injured as a result, just a slight pause in his movements.

"After all, he is a Hedao monk. This realm of artistic conception is really difficult to deal with."

Lin Ye was thinking in his mind as he forced his energy to resist the pressure around him.

In fact, Lin Ye's palm did not touch Feng Mohuo. Layers of invisible power enveloped his body. The surrounding artistic realm was the direct cause of trapping him.

"Boy, no matter how powerful your magic weapon is, can it still resist these things? Go to hell!"

Feng Mohuo raised his hands, and the power from all around immediately gathered in his hands.

A vague shadow of a knife appeared in his hand, and the next second the shadow of the knife struck directly at Lin Ye in front of him.

Faced with this danger, Lin Ye did not show a trace of panic. Facing the Hedao monk in front of him, he had no intention of fighting for his life. Instead, he looked calm as if he was determined to die.
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