Yan Ling fantasy world

While Duan Murong's voice had not dissipated in the hall, the old man standing on one side of the giant chair with his hands behind his back was already walking towards Liu Qingmiao. However, when his old body moved around, his movements were extremely slow.

In this way, the hearts of those around him are moved by it.

Looking at the white-haired old man walking towards him in front of him, the sweat on Liu Qingmiao's forehead flowed down like water. This kind of sweat was not the result of a guilty conscience because he had done something wrong, but the sweat given by the old man in front of him.

The mental pressure made him breathless, and the fear in his heart caused beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

Seeing this situation, Liu Qingxie looked extremely ugly, but there was nothing he could do.

Just when the old man stepped in front of Liu Qingmiao, the latter summoned up his courage and opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw Liu Qingxie above the hall, he swallowed it hard.

The white-haired old man looked at the man in front of him. In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a spiritual power came out of his eyes. Like substance, like a dark black flame, it instantly entered Liu Qingmiao's eyes and was here.

At this moment, Liu Qingmiao's eyes instantly turned completely dark.

When the Anyang County native Yanzhi saw this dark black spiritual power, he frowned slightly. The spiritual power has always been invisible and colorless, so why did the old man's spiritual power actually appear dark black, and there was also a terrifying hidden power in it.

Could it be that the things in the human heart and soul have undergone a qualitative change since reaching the third level Flame Pattern Master?

Or is this old man not from the human race?

The five native Anyang County eighth-level flamers looked at the third-grade flame pattern master in front of them, their eyes full of doubts. They have not practiced the sea of ​​consciousness, and they have never been involved in the profession of flame pattern masters, although they have seen individual flame pattern masters.

, but their mental strength has never been like this.

The same was true for Liu Qingxie, but when they looked at Duanmu Rong, there was a smile on the corner of the latter's mouth, while the eyes of the other three Flamers who had been released to the ninth level had not changed at all, especially that Xie

There was even a hint of envy in the depths of Moko's eyes at this moment. This expression of envy for the strong made them feel as if they had taken a reassurance.

Seeing this situation, they also shook their heads. Anyang City is still under the rule of the strong human race. As the supreme ruler of Phoenix Continent, how could the Duanmu family collude with foreign races and do it so blatantly?

It is unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

In this way, they just attributed it to their own strength, and their vision had not reached a certain height, so they could not recognize it. Moreover, the pressure given by the dark mental power was so real that it was relieved to imagine.

The flamers looked at the dark spiritual power in the eyes of the old man named "Uncle Lu" in the center of the hall, and continued to pour into Liu Qingmiao's eyes.

After a while, the mental power of the old man's eyes slowly converged, and Liu Qingmiao's eyes gradually recovered from the darkness, as if they had regained their brightness. He looked at the old man in front of him as if nothing had happened.

Liu Qingxie looked at Liu Qingmiao with clear eyes in front of the hall, and a smile appeared on his lips. It seemed that his brother really had nothing to do...

"Uncle Lu, how are you?"

Duanmu Rong, who was sitting on the giant chair, saw that the old man had finished and asked curiously.

"As he said, there is indeed an extremely powerful old man. Not only that, when the old man fled, there were people on the side of the west gate to help him leave..."

The local Yan people in Anyang County headed by Liu Qingxie were filled with disbelief when they heard what the old man said. No one thought that this old man could really deprive Liu Qingmiao of information from the sea of ​​consciousness as Duan Murong said, and even

There are also things that Liu Qingmiao himself doesn’t know.

Even Liu Qingmiao, who was standing in front of the old man, looked at the old man in disbelief. Just now when the old man's spiritual power disappeared into his sea of ​​consciousness, he only felt as if he was asleep, his consciousness was blurred. He didn't even know that the old man in front of him was in front of him.

What did you do in the sea of ​​consciousness, and how come you now know what you saw before?

Looking at everyone's faces, Duanmu Rong smiled slightly.

"Don't be so incredible, everyone. Uncle Lu's technique is called Soul Control Technique. Through extremely strong mental power, he can peel off the things and pictures you think, think, and see. And it is absolutely true. For this technique, Lu

Uncle has already mastered it to perfection."

Duan Murong looked at the people around him, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face again, and said: "Does anyone want to try it?"

After he finished speaking, Zhu Yan's expression also changed slightly. No one wanted to experience being inspected so nakedly, and it finally turned into embarrassing laughter.

Hearing everyone's laughter, Duan Murong also raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Since Uncle Lu has confirmed that you did not lie, Liu Qingmiao, that's fine. Let's go down!"

Duan Murong's voice was not loud, but after it sounded in the hall, Liu Qingmiao was relieved.

The same was true for Liu Qingxie above the hall, but they didn't know that after the white-haired old man's Soul Control Technique was used, some things were left in Liu Qingmiao's sea of ​​consciousness, and these things depended on everyone in Anyang County.

It can be discovered, but even if it is discovered, it may not be erased, because the little bit of dark mental power is like a gangrene attached to the bone, and it has been deeply imprinted on his meridians.

After being favored by Duan Murong, who was in charge of the hall, Liu Qingmiao hurriedly left the hall without wanting to stay here for a moment.

Seeing Liu Qingmiao leaving in a hurry, everyone in the hall returned to their giant chairs again, and the golden ball in Duan Murong's hand also made a squeaking sound.

"Uncle Lu, let me continue and tell you, who is it that dares to go against my Duanmu family in Anyang City?"

The old man with snow-white hair looked at the dozens of people in front of him, and the dark spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness emerged in front of him again. When all the Flamers saw this scene, there was a trace of confusion on their faces, but in an instant,

Afterwards, when a lifelike face appeared in front of everyone, everyone realized that spiritual power could still be used in this way.

The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his hair was as dry as a dying person. He also had such an old face, but he was recognized by several people present.

"He Ye Tang, shopkeeper Ye?"

Seeing such a face, Xie Moke blurted out.

"He is the one who escaped from the north gate..."

"How can he be the one who ran away, and he is still above the fourth level of Fangjing?"

Xie Moke listened to the words of the white-haired old man with a look of disbelief on his face. He has lived in Anyang City for decades, and the old man in the void is older than the world he lives in. Because of his Heyetang medicinal materials,

Numerous and extremely complete types, in

This Anyang City is also quite famous, and even he himself has been there several times. Such an old man gave him a very kind feeling, but he had never practiced. He even felt that Yanfu was a cohesive person.

How could he be a powerful person in Fangjing?

Just after Xie Moke finished speaking, another veteran in Anyang City on the side, the head of the Mu Mansion, Mu Qingyuan, also said: "Shopkeeper Ye has lived in Anyang City since he was a child, and he has lived there for decades.

How come people who have never gathered together in Yan Mansion have such strength now?"

Duan Murong held the golden ball in his hand and looked at Mu Qingyuan and Xie Moke in front of him, deep in thought.

If one person said this, it would be fine. Now there are actually two people. Looking at the people below who are about to open their mouths, it is obvious that they all know the old man. However, Uncle Lu's description is definitely not wrong. If so,

What is the identity of this shopkeeper Ye?

What is the purpose of living in such low-key seclusion in Anyang City?

Avoiding enemies?

Seeing Duan Murong's situation, all the flamers stopped talking. They didn't dare to doubt the third-grade flame pattern master in front of them. The same was true. Then they could only say that this shopkeeper Ye had some extremely powerful personality.

A secret technique that seals his own strength for decades so that no one can discover it.

However, Xie Moke was released to the ninth level, and Mu Qingyuan was released to the eighth level. Isn't it enough?

The old man with snow-white hair looked at everyone's expressions and said nothing. The figures in the void slowly disappeared as he slowly put away his mental power. However, after the first figure disappeared, the mental power in the void

But a second figure was once again depicted. As the face of the blurred figure gradually became clearer, everyone's expressions became strange.

The flamers looked at the face in the void, and then looked at Duanmu Rong again, who also had a smile on his face.

"Yan Cheng, Yan Mao..."

"This person is the person who rescued the old man who left earlier. However, they did not go together, but left in two directions."

"Jiejiejie..."

"This person from Yan City's Yan Clan is really destined to my Duanmu Family. Under such circumstances, he actually dares to come to Anyang City and ruin my good deeds?"

A smile appeared on Duan Murong's delicate face, and then a trace of anger appeared between his eyebrows, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Which aristocratic family is in charge of the west gate of the city?"

Just as Duan Murong finished speaking, an old man at the end of the hall became restless. He slowly walked out with trembling hands, bowed to Duan Murong in front of him, and said, "It's me, Lin Mansion..."

"Huh, Master Lin, if Liu Qingmiao can't defend the fourth section of the territory, can't you, most of the Lin family, also be unable to defend it?"

When everyone in the hall saw Duanmu Rong's sudden question, the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

From the beginning to the end, several of their family heads were participating in their battle to encircle He Mansion and Luo Mansion. They were also responsible for guarding the city gates and were entrusted to people from the aristocratic families. With the strength of each aristocratic family alone, they could not capture the shopkeeper Ye alive.

, entangled, afraid

It's not difficult. Even if Yan Mao joins, the latter is only in the middle stage of the realm, far from being able to dominate the battlefield. With this, I'm afraid someone in the Lin Mansion may have second thoughts. After all, Yan Cheng is behind

But there is Qin Mansion!

The head of the Lin family looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, and thought of the many pieces of information that Liu Qingmiao had just accepted and extracted. He knew that this time, he was afraid that he really couldn't do anything. Although he was very upset in his heart, this arrangement included many things.

With his handiwork.

He was very familiar with Duan Murong's methods in the hall.

This time, someone in Talin Mansion sold Yan Mao face. Letting the old man go would also reveal the current situation of Anyang City to the public. The consequences of this must be extremely tragic. In this way, how could Duan Murong use Duan Murong's methods?

It will save people's lives. In this way, it is unknown how long the Lin family can survive.

Therefore, in the end, he had to break his teeth and swallow it in his mouth, and whispered: "This time, I am not strict in discipline. If Mr. Rong wants to take my life, I will admit it..."

"You still have to keep your life to attack Yan Cheng. As for your clansmen guarding Ximen, you don't need to keep them..."

As soon as Duan Murong's words came to the ground, everyone's hearts tightened slightly. This was tantamount to cutting off the inheritance of the Lin Mansion. You must know that most of the powerful people in the Lin Mansion were there. To deal with this, the Lin Mansion would definitely have to

They had gone through many hardships, but they didn't know that when Duan Murong spoke with a smile on his face, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Looking at Duan Murong above the hall, Palace Master Lin was very upset, but he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

In this way, the hall fell into silence, leaving only the creaking sound of the golden ball.

moment...

"Yan Cheng, Yan clan, even so, you are the first clan..."