Shaking the golden sword, the middle-aged man's courage and confidence became stronger. Looking at Long Ling, the fear just now completely disappeared. Under this metallic aura, the dust on his body also scattered away.
"I want to see what kind of shock you can give me?" the middle-aged man said with a sinister smile.
The broadsword flashed with a golden light, and the middle-aged man suddenly jumped up. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he drew a beautiful arc and slashed with the sword.
A fire-attribute spiritual energy burst out from Long Ling's dantian, and purple flames surged in like a tide.
When the golden light swept over, purple flames spurted out and attacked the middle-aged man. The fearful high temperature made the space slightly distorted, and the strength on the golden sword actually weakened a bit under the high temperature.
With the help of Xiaoyao's movement, Long Ling easily dodged the attack of the golden sword. Without any hesitation, Long Ling punched out with a powerful fire-attribute aura.
The fierce purple flames seemed to burn the heaven and earth.
"What a terrifying fire-attribute aura, what a powerful purple flame." In shock, the middle-aged man waved his sword again.
Long Ling's eyes condensed, and the wood-attribute spiritual energy erupted again in his Dantian. When the fire met the wood, it became more intense. The temperature of the purple flames increased again, and the flames made these spaces even more distorted.
"Wood attribute aura? How can there be so many attributes of aura in this kid's Dantian?" The middle-aged man's eyes were not only shocked, but also a bit horrified.
All this was still not over, a wind attribute spiritual energy was released from Long Ling's dantian without any scruples. With the increase of wind attribute spiritual energy, Long Ling's speed became faster, and the flames spread out.
"Wind...wind-attribute spiritual energy?" The hands holding the sword suddenly trembled, and his horrified eyes showed disbelief.
The purple fire quickly formed a fire net and enveloped the middle-aged man. The man showed fear and slashed with his big knife, but was unable to cut off even a single strand.
The fire net quickly closed in and burned it completely. At this moment, the man would also make his final resistance.
An invisible energy hit him, hitting his mind and making his soul tremble.
This energy and mental impact can only be exerted by an alchemist, and the opponent is actually an alchemist! No wonder he can feel his own presence in the light.
Thinking of this, his mind went completely blank, his spiritual energy stagnated, and he gave up all resistance.
The flames raged and eventually burned him to ashes.
Withdrawing the golden sword, Long Ling put it into his body, and then looked at the auctioneer.
"Master...Master, help me!" the auctioneer shouted, his eyes full of fear of death.
As the voice fell, the surrounding air surged, and a figure fell in front of everyone, with deep eyes, an old face, and a majestic look in his eyebrows.
"You were the first to make this exchange look like this." After the words fell, the old man's figure was like lightning, and he came with a punch.
Long Ling was shocked as the purple fire emerged and collided with it.
With a bang, Long Ling's figure flew away and hit a house heavily.
The dust was flying, and Long Ling walked out. The numbness in his arms made him clearly aware of the terror of the opponent. He wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth. With the feeling of his spiritual power, he knew that the opponent was stronger than Zou Li.
"Just a middle-level second-level Qi Immortal." The mysterious old man said with a faint smile. With the punch just now, he protected Long Ling's internal organs. Otherwise, given the opponent's strength, this punch would have been enough to prevent Long Ling from standing up.
The worried expression disappeared for the most part the moment Long Ling walked out of the collapsed house. Xiao Ling looked at the old man with cold eyes, and even had the urge to cut him into pieces.
"Your strength does not allow you to run wild here, so just die." The old man spat out the faint words from his mouth, and the figure moved again, rushing towards Long Ling.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The opponent's strength was no longer something he could handle. At this time, Long Ling no longer took risks.
Light flashed, and an expressionless man appeared in front of Long Ling.
The hollowness of his eyes and the absence of any spiritual energy on his body made the old man's footsteps stop suddenly.
"Puppet? It's actually a puppet!" the old man muttered, obviously knowing this.
Since the puppet had no aura, the old man did not know the exact strength of the puppet, but looking at Long Ling's confident appearance, he understood that the puppet was not weak.
"You go, I won't care about anything here." The old man finally said.
"Master, they are..." the auctioneer said.
"Shut up!" Before he could continue, the old man shouted loudly.
He had already recorded this hatred in his heart. Someone would take Long Ling's life. There was no need for him to take this risk. As long as he told the organization about this, Long Ling would die no matter where he was.
"Haha, I just want to know why you leaked the news about the Five Elements Crystal Yuan?" Long Ling stared at the old man and said loudly.
"These things are not something you can know. If you don't leave, you will regret it if I keep you." Slightly threatening words came out of the old man's mouth, and he looked at Long Ling with cold eyes.
The other party is a strong Qi Immortal and possesses a golden elixir in his body. Since he has already arrived, there is a way to go. What's more, Long Ling is extremely confused about this matter.
"I want to see how you make me regret it." Long Ling said, and then turned his attention to the puppet, "Destroy him!"
As soon as the password was given, the puppet figure leaped away like a cannonball.
The fifth-level Qi Immortal punched out with terrifying power. The old man narrowed his eyes and could only continue.
"Crack!" The sound of broken bones sounded loudly. Long Ling smiled faintly, and with one punch, the puppet broke the opponent's arm. Such terrifying power was enough to show how powerful the puppet was.
The old man's eyes were full of horror. At this moment, he finally knew how powerful this puppet was. Who was Long Ling?
A direct disciple of that sect, or an outstanding disciple of a big family? Otherwise, how could he have such a terrifying Qixian puppet?
In shock, the old man thought of a way to escape. Facing this puppet, he had no power to resist.
Before he could think of a way, the puppet came again, its powerful physical force seemed to tear through the space, and it dodged a punch. The old man breathed a sigh of relief, but the opponent's fist fell again, like a hail of bullets, and he couldn't dodge it at all.
After being hit with another punch, the old man's figure was knocked away, in the exact direction where Long Ling was.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth. The old man smiled faintly and wanted to take Long Ling away. The puppet was powerful, but Long Ling's strength was only a fifth-level Qi god. How could he compare with the powerful Qi Immortal.
His palm turned into a claw shape, and he wanted to catch Long Ling, but a line of light and shadow turned into a black line, and Long Ling moved to another place under his horrified gaze.
"This speed?" Even the old man himself did not have such speed. In shock, he punched him again and severely injured him.