Qingyuan Immortal Palace

The large windows of the entire conference room were covered by heavy draperies.

It seemed as dark as a cave.

Moreover, the cold wind coming from inside revealed a strange atmosphere.

This cold breath made Kou Zhenggang feel as if he was covered with ice. It seemed that the entire conference room had turned into an extremely terrifying ice cellar.

Kou Zhenggang was still an ordinary person, but he suddenly felt that he could not move forward, and he was extremely horrified.

At this moment, Fang Yang's hand gently pressed on Kou Zhenggang's back.

He felt a warm current entering his body. This feeling was very comfortable, just like the sun baking in the winter.

Kou Zhenggang also found that his body suddenly regained its flexibility.

"Who is it? Playing tricks here? Don't you know this is the city hall?"

Kou Zhenggang's voice was like a bell.

Moreover, he had just been blessed by Fang Yang's true energy, and his voice actually made the cold air in the whole room seem to dissipate.

"Hmph...Kou Zhenggang, how dare you put on official airs here!"

A cold laugh came from the conference room, and a young man in his thirties walked out from behind the curtain.

However, this young man was wearing a set of expensive casual clothes, a thick gold chain around his neck, his hair was dyed blonde, he was very thin, and he had thick dark circles under his eyes.

At the same time, his body exuded a cold aura, and he looked like a guy who practiced demonic kung fu and drank too much.

"Who are you?" Kou Zhenggang asked sharply.

"Haha, who am I? You should have heard the name of my master, Master Lai, right? I am his young apprentice, my name is Ye Leng!"

"Hahaha, does my cold air make you feel cold?"

Ye Leng looked over with a smug look.

However, he found that Kou Zhenggang's expression did not change much, and he seemed to have a natural ability to resist the cold air.

This surprised Ye Leng, but he laughed happily again.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be able to resist the cold and cold energy in my formation, but it's okay, this proves that you have strong yang energy!"

"When you are hit by my soul-destroying formation, I can slowly absorb your Yang Qi and the power of your soul. The better your body's vitality, the more useful it will be as my food!"

Ye Leng's face was filled with a sinister look, which was also related to the skills he practiced.

Ye Leng actually has good qualifications. Fang Yang knew at a glance that he was a monk with dual spiritual roots of water and wood.

If you are in Canglan Star, you will usually be the most focused disciple.

However, because on earth, cultivation is very difficult.

Therefore, in order to quickly improve his cultivation level, Ye Leng actually practiced a kind of demonic technique called "Yinhun Demonic Technique".

This set of exercises relies on absorbing the soul and yang energy of human life.

In the world of cultivation, it is scorned by monks, but the earth's spiritual energy is thin, so this secret method is very popular.

Therefore, Ye Leng's current cultivation level has reached the peak of the fourth level of Qi training, and he is already very close to the fifth level of Qi training.

"Hmph, Ye Leng, right? Don't think that because you have some special abilities, you dare to act recklessly in our Pingzhou. Don't you know that you will never run away if you do this?"

Kou Zhenggang said angrily.

"Kou Zhenggang, you have to know that you are just a bitch from the Kou family. My master has inquired about you before!"

"But you people from the Kou family have been in contact with us and asked us to deal with you as soon as possible. Although your old man is not dead yet, we dare not kill you for the time being, but as long as your old man burps, humph, we will naturally I will be the first to attack you!"

"And now you, a reckless bitch, dare to provoke us, so don't blame us for being too harsh!"

Ye Leng had a crazy smile on his face, as if Kou Zhenggang's life was completely under his control.

Suddenly, Ye Leng discovered that there were two people behind Kou Zhenggang, who were expected to be the driver and secretary, and he smiled and said: "I will save your life today, and then I will make you into a puppet for our use."

"As for the two little followers, I'll just suck them up as adults first. Maybe I can even advance to the fifth level of Qi training!" Ye Leng laughed crazily.

As he spoke, Ye Leng patted a low-end storage bag on his waist.

Instantly a dark skull appeared in his hand.

This was a mid-level magic weapon, and Fang Yang and the others were even a little excited when they saw it.

This was the first magic weapon they saw when they came to Earth.

Although this mid-level magic weapon may be just rubbish among rubbish in their eyes, they are somewhat pleasantly surprised.

In an instant, Ye Leng suddenly activated his true energy.

The two black holes in the skull's eyes suddenly spurted out two jets of black energy and rushed toward the heads of Fang Yang and He Dong.

The black energy was coming fiercely, as if it wanted to blast through Fang Yang and the others, so that it could absorb the yang energy and vitality from their bodies.

"Haha... the evil spirits also want to show off their evil deeds!"

Fang Yang smiled and took a lunge, and the wind control technique under his feet was activated.

He suddenly moved like a ghost and rushed to Ye Leng's side.

As soon as he grabbed it, he used his small grappling hand and grabbed it directly on the skull.

On the other side, He Dong was also very fast. He did not attack Ye Leng, but rushed to several corners of the conference room at extremely fast speeds, and instantly tore off all the hidden black talismans.

At the same time, the fireball technique in He Dong's hand was activated instantly, and all these things were burned cleanly.

Strangely enough, after these things were destroyed by He Dong, the temperature in the entire conference room instantly rose a lot.

The extremely cold breath just now disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, with a "whoosh..." sound.

Fang Yang also snatched the skull from Ye Leng's hand at lightning speed.

You know, Fang Yang and He Dong have been struggling in the cultivation world for nearly a hundred years to have their current strength.

Although Ye Leng is considered good among the cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training, he is not good enough.

It's just that there are too few cultivators on Earth, so Ye Leng usually bullies some ordinary mortals with the strength of a cultivator.

Who would have thought that this time he would hit the wall.

Fang Yang and the others' strength is not what Ye Leng can imagine.

"You...you, you are also cultivators!"

Ye Leng was shocked.

He never thought that two cultivators would appear next to Kou Zhenggang, who they had been monitoring for a long time, and their strength is very good.

Ye Leng was a little confused for a while.

"Hmph, since you are cultivators, you should also understand the rules!"

"This is the area that our sect is responsible for. I believe you already know it in the confidentiality department!"

"You go your way, and we go our way. Fellow Daoist, don't get yourself into big trouble!"

Ye Leng threatened.

At the same time, after Ye Leng found that his magic weapon was lost, he immediately slapped his storage bag and found another red flying sword in his hand.

This is also a medium-grade flying sword, but the method of refining it seems to be a bit bad.

So that there is no blessing, even the sword can't fly, and it can only simply launch an attack.

This sword is called Chiyu and is made of red copper. In terms of attack power, it is equivalent to a top-grade magic weapon.

Even so, this red flying sword is very powerful when it comes out, and Fang Yang and He Dong exchanged glances and immediately began to dodge.

However, Fang Yang and the others were very fast, and Ye Leng couldn't catch up even if he wanted to attack with a flying sword.

Ye Leng made up his mind, and the flying sword moved, and a red light chopped towards Kou Zhenggang's head.

Fang Yang smiled, and he rushed to Kou Zhenggang in one step with the Wind Control Technique. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the red flying sword.

Ye Leng was overjoyed, thinking that Fang Yang had spared no effort to save Kou Zhenggang, and would definitely die on the spot.

You know, Ye Leng had tried it before, and this flying sword could cut a deep cut on the best steel, not to mention the human body, which would definitely be blown to pieces in an instant.

However, the next scene surprised Ye Leng beyond words.

Fang Yang grabbed it with his hand, and with a "crack", the flying sword was caught in Fang Yang's hand.

At the same time, there was a buzzing sound of the sword.

Ye Leng also felt that his soul attached to the flying sword began to be rapidly refined by Fang Yang.

He wanted to recall the flying sword, but how could his spiritual power be compared with Fang Yang.

He also wanted to throw out some magic weapons to deal with Fang Yang, but He Dong had already rushed up.

He Dong had practiced a lot of ancient physical skills with Nuo Po, so he was naturally very good at it.

Ye Leng was forced to fight back and didn't care about the flying sword at all.

Fang Yang and the others didn't directly seize the flying frame just now because they were afraid that the flying sword, which was not of very high quality, would be damaged.

Fang Yang and the others were all Nascent Soul cultivators, and their strength was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so the flying sword couldn't hurt them at all.

And Fang Yang's divine thoughts combined with the way of stealing the sky, in the blink of an eye, all the divine thoughts on the flying sword were washed away.

Fang Yang found that the divine thoughts inside were actually arranged by a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.

This also means that Master Lai is likely to have reached the late stage of Qi training.

"Don't kill me, I am a disciple of Ailao Mountain. If you kill me, not only my master, but all the cultivators in Ailao Mountain will not let you go!"

Ye Leng screamed.

When his flying sword was taken away, he had lost any resistance and began to beg for mercy frantically.

Fang Yang's sword skills did not stop, and instantly turned into a little sword energy as thin as a hair, and suddenly rushed into Ye Leng's body.

After the sword energy entered his body, it began to quickly destroy his original meridians and functions.

In just a moment, he felt a sharp pain, and at the same time, his Qi Sea suddenly leaked, and the true energy in his body began to disperse.

Fang Yang's sword energy was like a tiny cone, and it began to destroy his Qi Sea violently.

In just a moment, the true energy in Ye Leng's body was completely forced to dissipate by Fang Yang's sword energy.

"You...you are so cruel, you actually destroyed my Qi Sea!"

Ye Leng was shocked, which meant that he became an ordinary person.

And it would be impossible for him to practice Taoism in the future.

At this time, Ye Leng saw Fang Yang pointing the red flying sword at his throat.

He swallowed his saliva and was scared and sweated.