Super Sect System

　　 Han Zhiyu stood up with both hands on the ground and said, "I tell you, can you give me a way out?"

"What do you think?"

　　 "I can tell you the whole story."

　　 Wen Ping was unmoved, and smiled: "At this age, don't speak so naively. You know, you will die if you don't say it, but you can definitely die more comfortable."

　　 Han Zhiyu closed his eyes, as if accepting the fact, "You come here, I will tell you."

　　 Wen Ping did not hesitate, and leaned forward. Just when the two were only two steps away, Han Zhiyu suddenly changed his appearance. He became extremely crazy, and his expression followed his ferocious expression.

　　 "Kill my nephew, then leave your life here."

boom!

　　 There was a crisp sound.

　　 Beside Han Zhiyu's left fist, a blue halo exudes its unique and sharp aura. Among the blue apertures, a smaller aperture and a blue light spot are floating up and down along the large blue aperture.

　　 Every time it floats up and down, it is accompanied by a faint buzzing sound-that is the sound of pulse tremor.

　　 At the moment when Han Zhiyu's channel opened, a lot of blue streamers suddenly appeared from the world, and they gathered on Han Zhiyu's broken channel like a tide.

　　 At this moment, Han Zhiyu's fist struck Wen Ping, with a successful smile on his mouth.

　　 Two steps away, in no time!

　　 At such a close distance, Han Zhiyu was absolutely sure to kill a monk in the non-profound realm.

　　 Han Zhiyu smiled and said at the same time, "Boy, you are still too young, the old man is not a physical training stage!"

　　 Looking at this moment, Han Zhiyu's heart suddenly choked.

　　Because he saw Wen Ping who was close at hand, he showed a weird smile.

　　 But at this time, he could only continue to punch. Just as he was about to hit Wen Ping's chest, his smile instantly solidified.

Because a white bone hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, causing his fist to come to an abrupt end, and stopped at a distance of only one finger from Wen Ping. Even if it goes a little bit further, his fist is so fast. , The plan is successful.

　　 "How can it be so fast!" He had nothing left but horror now.

　　 At such a close distance, he was trying to kill a cultivator in the Profound Realm, but his fist was caught.

　　 Therefore, he lost his best chance to fight back.

　　 "Impossible!"

The continuous frustration has made Han Zhiyu mad. The blue veins tremble, and the whole person once again bursts into a terrible aura, sweeping across a hundred meters range, and the blue veins rush into his veins from the sky in.

boom!

　　 A pulsating sound resounded across the sky.

　　 The blue streamer also illuminated half of Yunlan Mountain.

　　 Han Zhiyu gathered his pulse, concentrated all his strength, kicked it fiercely, and screamed: "Boy, and you monster, you all go to death for the old man."

boom!

　　The white air wave, the blue streamer instantly dispersed towards the surroundings.

　　 When the streamer disappeared, the ghost rider remained unmoved, still standing in front of Wen Ping.

　　 And Han Zhiyu gathered all the power with one foot, but failed to shake the evil spirit knight.

"what!"

　　 Han Zhiyu's whole person is not good.

　　 His kick is enough to level a small hill, right?

　　 He had imagined how powerful this monster was, but he had never imagined that this monster would become unshakable.

　　 Seeing this scene, he didn't have the courage to do it again, because he was not stupid, how could he not understand that the monster in front of him was not comparable to him. With his kick, no one in the same realm would dare to take it like this.

　　 The only thing that can follow is that there is no other possibility except the middle realm of Tongxuan, or even the upper realm of Tongxuan.

　　 And in these two realms, none of them can't kill him casually.

　　 After taking a few steps back, Han Zhiyu shook his hair and made an incredibly questioning voice, "Impossible, so strong, how could it be in a small starless sect."

　　 The evil spirit knight was brushing his shoulder with his hand, as if dusting off the dust, only the skeleton's mouth was wide open, making a cold and proud laugh.

　　 Jie——

　　 The evil spirit knight stretched out his hand, took the red iron chain from his waist, waved it a few times, and swept away towards Han Zhiyu.

　　 Han Zhiyu saw this, and couldn't take care of anything, his veins trembled again, and the whole person burst out!

　　 Escape, now is Han Zhiyu's only thought.

　　 He has to live to tell the young master that this immortal sect has guardians of the Tongxuan Middle Stage and even the Upper Realm.

　　 If you want wood quicksand, you can only send stronger people.

　　 But at this moment, Han Zhiyu, who was tens of meters away in an instant, suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

　　 That is Wen Ping's voice.

　　 "A thousand layers are one!"

　　 When he heard this voice, Han Zhiyu watched as the iron chain suddenly caught him. When he turned his head, he saw Wen Ping who was only three meters away from him, but he had obviously ran out a long way.

　　 could not help but yelled, "What kind of ghost stone steps are this!"

　　 Click!

　　 The sound of the chains tightening came.

　　 Han Zhiyu cried out in pain, the blue veins were directly closed at this moment, and the blue streamer attached to his body also disappeared. Before his expression had time to change, one of the ghost knight's hands had directly lifted him up ~www.ltnovel.com~The bone-only face was pressed against his cheek and laughed.

　　 Han Zhiyu endured the pain and shouted angrily: "Boy, if you have a kind, kill the old man, then you can wait to bear the anger of Extreme Mountain!"

　　 "Stubbornly stubborn."

　　 Wen Ping ignored Han Zhiyu's stubborn thoughts anymore, and let the Ghost Rider "embrace" it. Turning his head, he looked at Li He, who was not as good as Han Yu.

　　 Facing a monster who unilaterally killed the second uncle who had opened the veins, the last line of defense in his heart was shattered. When he saw Wen Ping's eyes fall on him, he immediately responded.

　　 "I said, I said everything."

"you!"

　　 Han Zhiyu heard Li He's voice, his eyes staring like bull's eyes with anger, and the ghost rider grasped him tightly as soon as he moved.

　　 Wen Ping stepped up to Li He and said, "Tell me what I want to know, and I'll have a good time."

　　 Li He hurriedly said, "Because of the wood quicksand in your hand, this thing is what our Young Master of the Extreme Mountains-Han Wen, needs."

"go on."

"Wood quicksand is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, and it is necessary to make a whirlpool map. When the golden shuttle leaves are taken, the young master will only be left with wood quicksand. So he will definitely come to the Immortal Sect, and he will Trying to get back the wood quicksand..."

　　 Li He quickly said what he knew, and Han Zhiyu who heard him was yelling.

　　 Whirlpool graph!

　　 When Wen Ping heard these three words, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, and then he fell into an excited mood.

　　Similarly, when Li He finished speaking, Han Zhiyu struggled violently and yelled, not caring about the flesh that the hotter temperature would melt as the iron chain became tighter.

"shut up!"