At the foot of a desolate mountain, there was no one around, and a bouncing bonfire crackled loudly. Li Yuchen frowned deeply, holding a small wooden stick and gently fidgeting with a burning branch, his brows full of worry.
"Chen, Master Ghost Spirit Peak will be fine." Lan Bing sat next to him, sighed quietly in his heart, and smiled forcefully, a little bitterly. Maybe he was feeling bitter about the situation of Master Ghost Spirit Peak. Still thought of something else.
"Master, I will find you even if I go to heaven or on earth!" Li Yuchen's eyes narrowed, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes. The hand holding the small wooden stick unconsciously exerted force, and with a snap, the wooden stick broke. In two parts.
"What are your plans next?" Lan Bing opened his mouth and swallowed what he originally wanted to say. Then his mind changed and he looked up at his angular and cold profile with some concern.
"Hmph! Plan? I want to break through to the Naling Realm in the shortest possible time and find the Master's whereabouts. Of course, I also need to collect some appropriate interest!" At the end of his words, there was an unusually bloody arc at the corner of Li Yuchen's mouth, and his eyes were like The sword is filled with evil spirits.
"I heard that the Shenhuang family has an extremely deep heritage and has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. The guardian of the family, nephew Hao, is said to have broken through the spiritual transformation realm and reached an unimaginable height. You... must be careful." Lan Bing's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the bloody curve at the corner of his mouth, she naturally guessed what he wanted to do. For this reason, she was even more worried.
"Haha, don't worry. I still know how many pounds I have. However, blood debts must be paid with blood!" Li Yuchen glanced at Lan Bing softly, smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, and changed the topic, There was also strong hatred in his tone.
Recalling that when he entered the Hanling Sect, the Ghost Spirit Peak Master regarded him as his own son, both his master and his father. He recalled the day when the Han Ling Secret Realm was opened, when he saw the Ghost Spirit Peak Master being severely injured by three old dogs of the Divine Phoenix because of him. Even his arm was cut off. If he didn't repay this blood debt, he would no longer be Li Yuchen.
Although Lan Bing did not understand the deep relationship between Li Yuchen and the master of Ghost Spirit Peak. However, now that the matter had come to this point, she didn't know what to say. Thousands of words finally turned into a faint sigh.
When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves.
Suddenly, Lan Bing, who was looking at the bonfire in a daze, frowned. She felt three extremely familiar scents approaching rapidly from far to near. It seemed that they were coming specifically for her and Li Yuchen.
"Huh?" Although Li Yuchen's power of spiritual consciousness is not weak, it is at most comparable to the level of the mid-to-late stage Nailing Realm. If he is a master of the Expelling Spirit Realm, his power of divine consciousness cannot be sensed at all. However, the power of divine consciousness cannot be sensed at all. Just because he can't sense force doesn't mean that he can't detect the innate sense of crisis.
Although the surroundings were as usual, he still felt a slightly different smell.
"Now that you're here, come out." Lan Bing slowly stood up from the ground, raised his eyes to look into the darkness to the east, and shouted in a low voice with no expression on his face.
Li Yuchen also stood up, holding the Greedy Wolf Sword tightly in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife to the ground, with a solemn look on his face, instantly communicating with the Yin Qi in his Dantian, ready to take action at any time. The blood owl standing on his shoulder was covered with feathers. Standing vertically, a pair of small eyes stared straight ahead, their eyes ferocious and venomous.
"Bah, bang, bang! She is indeed the saint that the Lord is interested in. It seems that her strength has improved very quickly over the years." Three noble-looking young men in white clothes walked out of the darkness, headed by the man with a face as beautiful as a jade. , her hair was tied up very elegantly, holding a folding fan dotted with plum blossoms in her hand, looking at Lan Bing with a smile but not a smile.
That look is like appreciating a valuable and highly ornamental piece of art.
"Lan Xuemei? I didn't expect that the family would send you out this time." When Lan Bing saw Young Master Pian Pianjia holding a plum blossom folding fan, Lan Bing's face suddenly changed, he bit his lips lightly, and stared at her replacement Lan Bing with extremely complicated eyes.
The youth of Xuemei.
"The head of the family personally agreed to come out this time. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for this. Bing, the three-year period has come. Come back to the family with me. In another two years and eleven months, you will be eighteen
Years old." The young man sighed lightly, slowly folded the folding fan with his slender white fingers, and looked at Lan Bing quietly, seeming a little reluctant and helpless.
Hearing the words "eighteen years old", Lan Bing's delicate body trembled fiercely, and she took two steps back, biting her lips, her face turned ugly. It seemed that the words "eighteen years old" were a demon.
Like a curse.
"Bing, in the remaining three years, you have to prepare for the day when you turn eighteen. You know that adult's temper." Lan Xuemei shook her head slightly, as if she wanted to clear away the negative thoughts in her mind.
As if his emotions were driven away, he gradually put away the reluctance and helplessness on his face, and looked at Lan Bing seriously, with a pair of black eyes as bright as stars.
"Haha! I will rush back to the family before I turn eighteen! Just make my father and elders rest assured! But, I can't go back now!" Lan Bing twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly and mocked himself, and the corner of his eye.
He unconsciously glanced at Li Yuchen, gritted his teeth, looked at Lan Xuemei, shook his head and said.
"Bing! This is what the patriarch personally told me. Don't make it difficult for me. You know, I must take you back. Can't go back? Is it because of this young man?" Lan Xuemei shrugged lightly,
Expressing that he was powerless, he suddenly turned his eyes, and his two burning eyes rested on Li Yuchen, looking at him with interest.
There was no disdain or hostility in Lan Xuemei's eyes, she was just looking at it as if she were looking at something new.
Li Yuchen frowned slightly and tightened his right hand on the handle of the Tanlang knife.
"Yes, it seems that he should be about the same age as Bingyou. He is at the ninth level of spiritual training. He can achieve such achievements in such a remote place. He is considered a genius. Haha. However, he cannot be your stay.
The reason." Lan Xuemei looked at Li Yuchen with interest for several times, and then withdrew her gaze. An inexplicable color flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Lan Bing and shook her head again.
"Brother Lan Qiu, I am at the peak of the ninth level of spirit training at the age of sixteen. Tsk tsk tsk. Remember, when I was sixteen years old, I was in the middle stage of the spirit realm." The man on the left behind Lan Xuemei looks two years younger than him.
The young man glanced at Li Yuchen playfully, looked at the other person and smiled, as if recalling his youth, and stated a fact.
"Brother Lan Bi, let's not talk about the past things between us. With talents like ours in the family, we are only ranked in the middle of the pack. It's embarrassing to be in the middle of the Naling Realm at the age of sixteen." Another person said with a heavy voice.
He sighed, as if mentioning something scandalous about his youth, and quickly clapped his hands, looking very embarrassed.
However, the smile on his face grew stronger and stronger.
"Lan Qiu? Bad ball? Lan Bi? Bad guy? Well, what a good name. A bad guy, a bad ball, I've learned a lot. Haha..." Is Li Yuchen a fuel-efficient lamp? The answer is definitely not
.Will he bear it if someone makes sarcastic remarks in front of him? The answer is no. The parents of these two people are quite talented and gave them such names.
"What are you talking about! Boy, do you know who we are? How dare you talk to us like this! Even if your bullshit Hanling Sect leader saw us, he would have to nod and bow to show his smile! Who do you think you are! Humph!" was the first to speak. Lan Qiu's face suddenly changed, and his nose was almost crooked with anger. His face seemed to be covered with frost. He stared at Li Yuchen and groaned heavily, and an invisible power of consciousness went straight to Li Yuchen's head.
"Kill!" Li Yuchen had been secretly on guard since the three of them had not yet appeared. When Lan Qiu's last cold snort came out, he instantly felt that something was wrong. The needle of consciousness in the sea of consciousness was always on standby at its peak state. Lan Qiu's ray of spiritual power had just entered his sea of consciousness, and before he could make any move, it was instantly chopped into pieces by Li Yuchen's needle of consciousness.
"Huh?" Lan Qiu exclaimed, his face changed again, and he glanced at Li Yuchen in surprise, a little unbelievable. Although the spiritual attack he shot was just casual, its power was not weak, let alone It's just that at the peak of the ninth level of spiritual training, even a strong person who has truly entered the spiritual realm will be seriously affected.
However, as soon as his consciousness attack penetrated Li Yuchen's sea of consciousness, it completely lost contact, like a mud cow entering the sea.
"No wonder you are so arrogant, you think so highly of yourself." Lan Qiu smiled coldly, took a step forward, flipped his wrist lightly, and a sharp attack formed in an instant, and with one flick of his finger, it went straight to Li Yuchen's heart.
"That's enough!" Lan Bing's face turned cold and he shouted in an extremely displeased voice. She didn't see any movement. The finger wind that Lan Qiu shot had just shot out halfway before dissipating into nothingness, as if it had never appeared before.
"Who are you, how old are you, what kind of cultivation are you, and how dare you take action against a young man who is less than sixteen years old and is more than a hundred times weaker than you?" Lan Bing stared at Lan Qiu and Lan Bi with cold eyes, expelling spirits. The powerful strength in the mid-term surged out instantly, and he moved his feet lightly, blocking Li Yuchen's face.
"What? This pressure must be at least in the middle stage of exorcism. How is this...possible!" Lan Bi's face changed wildly, and he stared at the sixteen-year-old Lan Bing as if he had seen a ghost. Swallowed.
Even Lan Xuemei couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, her heart trembled slightly, she took a deep look at Lan Bing, and then at Li Yuchen who was being protected behind her.
Expelling the third level of spirit, one step at a time!
They all clearly remembered that when Lan Bing left the family three years ago, his cultivation was still at the middle stage of Naling. In just three years, he had already crossed a huge realm.
"Haha, it is indeed the person that the big shot likes. Even in such a barren place with a lack of resources, aura of heaven and earth, and guidance, the entry is still so fast, not bad, very good!" Lan Xuemei folding fan After a dozen, those bright plum blossoms appeared again, which was really charming.