With a slightly frown, Yuan Ye glanced around and then quickly rushed into the jungle beside him, and slowly looked outside through the gaps in the grass.
Shortly after Yuan Ye hid in, two figures slowly appeared in Yuan Ye's sight. Seeing the two of them's costumes, Yuan Ye's face suddenly became cold.
Blood Sacrifice disciple!
"I think... let's stop here. Let's go, but you'll enter the inner location of the Purple Flame Mountains. The monsters there can be killed by slapping us with just one slap." As he walked over slowly, a disciple's face looked a little
The worrying way.
Listening to his companion's words, another disciple nodded helplessly and cursed: "***, you said that boy did not offend our Blood Sacrifice Sect, from the Supreme Elder to the Sect Master to the Three Elders,
But I ordered him to be caught and live. Why didn’t I hear of this number of people offended our Blood Sacrifice Gate?”
"Who doesn't say it? The sudden order was not a sign. It's been more than ten days, and I haven't even found my personal hair. I haven't given up yet. I'm blocking all the way out, and I'm sending out 90% of my fellow disciples.
Big Formation. You said that the unlucky guy would be accidentally eaten by a monster. How long will it take for us to look for it?"
"It's a trivial matter to find someone. If we are unlucky and encounter a monster, our lives will be put here... Forget it, I think I'll search here today and report it back. Continue tomorrow." A disciple suddenly stepped down
, looking at the dark forest, frowned.
"Well, it's a pity that you can become a disciple by catching that kid and giving you a low-grade immortal weapon. If we have good luck meeting him, it shouldn't be difficult to keep him with the strength of our two war emperors."
The disciple nodded and then said with some regret.
"Haha, I can't expect our luck to come in three days." Another disciple smiled, turned around and his face suddenly changed.
"You are here! The people in my fighting spirit image are exactly the same."
Yuan Ye sneered: "It's true that you are looking for me, but you are very lucky today, but unfortunately they are unlucky."
The moment Yuan Ye spoke, a fierce energy attacked one of the disciples in the head like lightning.
The sudden attack made the disciple stretch out his fist like a conditioned reflex and punch him heavily. However, the strength of the energy was far beyond his expectations.
As soon as the two sides contacted each other, the disciple's face turned pale, his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body drew a parabola in the air.
"Kill him!" The moment he flew up, the disciple hurriedly shouted at his companion who was stunned by the sudden change.
However, before his shouting had fallen, he was shocked and Yuan Ye actually appeared in the position where he was shooting backwards.
In the air, a figure flashed out. When it was intertwined with the disciple, the tip of the elbow hit the disciple's throat. Suddenly, a crackling sound rang out in the empty dense forest.
"Bang..." In the air, the disciple fell down limply, smashing heavily on the ground, splashing dust all over the ground.
The sudden attack on the death of this War Emperor-level disciple. It took only two seconds between them. When another disciple came back to his senses from the shock, he found that his companion had no more.
A breath.
He raised his head in horror, and the disciple looked at the figure with blood on his elbow not far away in horror, and stuttered, "What do you... want to do?"
"Haha, what do you want to do to me?" Yuan Ye raised his head and showed a very kind-hearted smiling face.
The pupils shrank slightly. The disciple had already realized the difference in strength with Yuan Ye. He suddenly turned around and ran away. While running, he quickly took out an iron bucket of gunpowder from his arms with both hands. He was about to be ready to ejaculate, but there was a broken thread behind him.
Ying Yi kicked over at a faster rate than him, and the gunpowder barrel in his hand came out of his hand...
With his backhand, Yuan Ye played with the powder barrel casually, then put it into the space ring, kicked his feet hard, and shot at him.
Looking at Yuan Ye's rapidity, a hint of panic flashed across the disciple's face, and a choking sound, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and then slashed at Yuan Ye fiercely.
He turned his body slightly and easily avoided the disciple's attack. Yuan Ye kicked out with lightning like lightning, and suddenly, he hit the disciple's lower abdomen with one kick.
The disciple was hit hard with a heavy blow, and a trace of blood spread from the corner of his mouth. He staggered back a few steps. A figure flashed in front of him, and the sword in his hand was taken away. Then, he put his neck on his face.
Something cold came on.
"Move it for a while... I'll die." He whispered like a devil, slowly ringing in the disciple's ears, making his steps stiff.
"You...If you kill me, the sect leader will not let you go!" Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the disciple said in a dry voice.
"Haha, if I don't kill you, they won't let me go." After a sarcastic smile, Yuan Ye said lightly: "Answer a few questions from me."
"Answer, let me go?"
"It depends on my mood. You have no right to choose." Yuan Ye smiled and put the long sword in: "Believe it or not, I'll cut more than a dozen blood marks on you, and then throw you into the corpse-eating ant's nest.
Go inside?"
Hearing this, the disciple's face suddenly turned pale, and his feet were constantly trembling. He didn't expect how vicious this guy was.
"What are the masters who came to the Ziyan Mountains to surround me and kill me this time? I will only talk about those above the peak of the Tiansheng." Yuan Ye asked with a smile.