Urban Medical God

The middle-aged man obviously did not expect this mysterious young man wearing a mask to have such a tone.

He followed Han Yun into the Blood Spirit Secret Realm for a long time, and this was the first time he heard someone really talk to him like this.

In the past few days, no one around him was clinging to him.

Every time he stepped out of this door, those genius disciples of Kunlunxu would send him spiritual treasures and good words to praise him.

But today's tit-for-tat confrontation is the first time.

"you do not know me?"

The middle-aged man has an interesting taste.

Before Ye Chen spoke, Ye Luoer puffed out her chest and said, "Who do you think you are? Why does Mr. Ye want to know you?"

"Mr. Ye?"

The middle-aged man frowned. He also knew some genius brothers, but there were very few with the surname Ye.

Just now his spiritual consciousness was released, and he also knew that so many people present seemed not very friendly to this masked young man.

Is it really a casual cultivator?

You must know that in the past few days, there have indeed been casual cultivators who came here in admiration, but the end result is the same.

This group of people were either ruthlessly humiliated or perished here.

The cruelty of martial arts has always been like this.

If you are weak and openly challenge authority, you will only end up dead.

However, it was impossible for him to crush the casual cultivators, as this would lose his identity too much.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Chen, then stretched out his hand, pointed at the seriously injured Hou Yong, and said: "Boy, there are some things that I don't want to do too much. You wipe off the blood on the door, and then talk to the injured man If someone apologizes, I can pretend it never happened.”

Hou Yong opened his eyes in a daze. Naturally, he heard the middle-aged man speaking for him, and his eyes were filled with joy. Although he was too injured and embarrassed now, the presence of the middle-aged man meant that he was here. never fail.

It was impossible for Ye Shitian, who was wearing a mask, to touch him!

Regardless of the tearing pain in his body, he stood up with difficulty and said to the middle-aged man: "Thank you, senior! Hou Yong is grateful!"

The middle-aged man ignored him at all, and Hou Yong instantly felt embarrassed and unable to step down.

He could only look at Ye Chen, and his anger exploded: "Little beast, you are just a casual cultivator. Even though you are very strong, you dare to be disrespectful to your senior! Do you know where this senior comes from? He is someone you will never offend. existence.”

Ye Chen glanced at Hou Yong, and he could feel the killing intent in his eyes.

No matter what, he had to deal with this garbage today.

Nipping any threat in the bud is his usual approach.

He took one step forward and stood in front of Ye Luoer. Then he glanced at the middle-aged man and said word by word: "You want to protect him?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I don't care if you are a casual cultivator or from some top sect. When you arrive at the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, you must abide by the rules of the Blood Spirit Secret Realm. No one has the right to disturb Senior Han's mansion.

You should be glad that Senior Han is in retreat. If it were normal, you and everyone here would have become cold corpses. "

"As long as I'm here today, I won't allow you to kill anyone!"

Hou Yong also sneered, as if he was in charge of everything: "Ye Shitian, I know that Kunlun Xu has rumors that you are very strong, but do you really think you are qualified to speak here?"

"I advise you..."

Before Hou Yong finished speaking, Ye Chen's indifferent voice sounded like thunder!

"Noisy!"

"The people I, Ye Shitian, want to kill have never been qualified to stand!"

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the middle-aged man, Hou Yong, and everyone else changed drastically.

After everything was said so clearly, this guy still wanted to take action!

The middle-aged man also noticed the gesture of Ye Chen raising his hand, his eyes narrowed, and a long sword was instantly drawn out of his hand.

The long sword carried a cold light, as if traveling through time and space, heading towards Ye Chen.

"Boy, you are so brave, you dare to disobey me!"

The middle-aged man was completely angry!

He didn't bother to take action against Ye Chen, but this kid challenged his bottom line again and again!

No matter what, Hou Yong, he must protect today.

Ye Chen naturally felt the cold light swallowing him up. His eyes narrowed, and the Nine Nether Sky-killing Spear was held directly in the palm of his hand!

He stabbed towards the long sword without any warning.

"Ding!"

The two forces collided directly in the air, causing violent sparks.

The middle-aged man felt as if the endless demonic energy had swallowed up his sword. At this moment, his expression changed drastically!

He even exclaimed: "People from the demon clan!"

"You are actually a member of the demon clan!"

Immediately, the middle-aged man put away his contempt and turned the spiritual sword in his hand fiercely. A blood-red light surrounded the sword, like lightning tearing through the night, and struck Ye Chen's head.

In his eyes, people from the demon clan must not be allowed to stay!

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!

Seeing that a sword was about to cut him off, Hou Yong's eyes were extremely excited when he was injured in the distance!

He wished Ye Shitian would die!

"Little beast! Even if you have a great reputation among the many sects in Kunlunxu, so what! This is in the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, where strength is the only rule. If you offend your seniors, you are simply seeking death!"

Ye Luoer also felt the middle-aged man's strength. She didn't want anything to happen to Ye Chen, so she exclaimed: "Mr. Ye, be careful!"

Ye Chen nodded, spread his fingers, and the Nine Nether Heaven-killing Spear instantly twisted, like a spiritual snake wrapping around the middle-aged man's sword!

The powerful sword force was instantly swallowed up by the demonic energy surrounding the Nine Nether Sky-Slaying Spear.

Deadlock!

Only then did the middle-aged man realize the weirdness of the Jiuyou Sky-killing Spear in Ye Chen's hand.

"What kind of weapon is this? It can transform into any shape!"

"Did it come from ancient times?"

Before the words could be finished, a silver needle appeared in Ye Chen's other free hand!

"You don't need to care about what kind of weapon I have in my hand."

"The only thing you have to do is watch me kill the person you want to protect!"

"No one I, Ye Shitian, want to kill can survive unharmed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver needle in Ye Chen's hand shot out directly.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank to the extreme!

His aura at the Principle Source Realm reached its peak, and he wanted to block everything with his aura, but found that he was not qualified at all!

The silver needle scratched his hand, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be absorbed by the silver needle!

The silver needle expanded instantly and turned into a spear, breaking through the void!

Come to Hou Yong!

The strong energy knocked the middle-aged man back several steps on the spot, and his expression became more ferocious!

He exclaimed again: "This kid is actually proficient in the art of the God of Medicine!"

Hou Yong, who was in the distance, naturally felt that the spear turned into a silver needle appeared in front of him, and his expression was almost frightened.

He was seriously injured, and it is impossible to hide now!

He could only watch helplessly as the God of Death appeared in front of him!

"Pfft!" With a sound, the spear passed between his eyebrows, and his frightened head exploded.