Yan Ling fantasy world

The tiger-running man standing in the air suddenly appeared, causing the already extremely tense atmosphere of the fighting stage to turn 180 degrees in an instant. Yan Ling'er and his party looked at the middle-aged man who had been breathing for a while, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

With a smile on his face, the visitor was none other than Wu Wenhu of the Xuan Wen Sect whom he had recently rejected.

The Chief Sensing Realm of the superpower Xuanwen Sect!

His domineering appearance and accompanying words made Yan Ling'er feel very happy. In comparison, Xiao Ke and others opposite looked at the void, and their expressions were completely different.

As a flame pattern master, he can naturally understand the strength of the tiger-robed man walking in the air, which is to control the flame pattern. This level is no longer within his knowledge.

On the side of the pavilion, the white-haired old man looked at the man running like a tiger in the sky, and said in disbelief in his dying voice.

"Why is it him?"

At this moment, Duan Muyu had already stood up, looking at the man approaching from the void, with a fighting spirit rising in his eyes. However, this fighting spirit was stopped by the white-haired old man in just an instant.

"This person is the Chief Sensing Realm of Xuanwen Sect, Wu Wenhu, and is above the eighth level of Strength Sensing Realm. What's most terrifying about him is not his practice of flame power, but his path to the Flame Pattern. It is said that he has touched the threshold of the fourth level." Baifa.

The old man said to Duan Muyu beside him, his words were obviously full of fear, which Duan Muyu did not expect.

Looking up at the man in tiger robe, the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually faded.

However, just when Duan Muyu thought it was about to end, the tiger-robed man walking in the air released his fire power instantly, and the terrifying fire power swept directly towards the pavilion at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the side of the pavilion, when the white-haired old man saw this, his face seemed to be withered and expressionless, and a terrible flaming power was immediately released, heading straight towards the man in the tiger robe in the void.

The two forces moved at extremely fast speeds in the void, like tigers and wolves colliding. In just a moment, a muffled sound of explosions sounded out of thin air. Yan Ling'er and Xiao Ke's group, who were close to each other, suddenly turned red and clear.

The sweet feeling flows in the throat.

At this time, there was a mysterious explosion where Duanmuyu's pavilion was. The pavilion was completely turned into powder in one breath, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth of the white-haired old man behind him.

But in the pavilion, Duan Muyu's figure disappeared at some point.

Yan Ling'er looked at the disappearing figure, his face was extremely solemn, and with high-level mental power, he could clearly sense what level Duan Muyu's speed had reached.

Wu Wenhu saw a trace of surprise in his eyes when he saw the young man fleeing a hundred feet away after his attack failed.

Looking at Duan Muyu in the distance, just when he was about to launch his second attack, the flame spirit suddenly resonated between the heaven and the earth, and a terrible power was formed directly out of thin air. The boiling water between the heaven and the earth was just like the power before the release of the fifth-grade fire skill.

, However, at this moment, on the Dou Qi stage, and even in the void, many flamers stopped and looked up without making any unnecessary movements.

Yan Ling'er felt the flame spirits around her boiling, her complexion changed drastically, she turned back sharply, looked at the source of power in the void, and whispered: "What a domineering power!"

"Master Tiger, is it too shameless for you to treat this junior like this?" In the void, the figure of the middle-aged man gradually emerged, and his words were quite sharp in his laughter.

"Duanmu Family, Duanmu Tyrant!"

Wu Wenhu looked at the man who appeared out of thin air, and his eyes were slightly concerned, but he was not afraid at all.

Yan Ling'er below heard the words and suddenly raised his head, Duanmu Batian, the current head of the Duanmu family, a man with the peak senses. If he guessed correctly, the destruction of Yan City was entirely due to him. The Wannian clan has declined to this point, how could it ever be restored? Is there an enemy coming to your door?

If not, then there is some origin.

However, when he saw the middle-aged man clearly, everything was completely different from what he thought. The middle-aged man stood in the sky, his face was as plain as a passerby, and there was no aura of king at all, if it weren't for the fact that he exuded it. With his domineering aura, perhaps he just thought he was an ordinary man.

"This is the head of the Duanmu Family, Duanmu Batian? His aura is really gentle!"

When Kenshin and others below saw such powerful men, their eyes also showed a little reverence, but it was only reverence for the powerful and had no other meaning.

"I didn't expect that you would come here yourself."

Wu Wenhu looked at the unremarkable man in front of him, and he knew that he could only leave it at that for today. After all, with Duanmu Batian, even he couldn't do anything more, and the latter's strength was superior to his own. .

"Even you, Master Tiger, traveled thousands of miles to come from Xuanwen Continent. As the master of Phoenix Continent, I, Duanmu Batian, wouldn't I be neglecting my etiquette if I didn't come?"

Duanmu Batian looked at Wu Wenhu, and the domineering fire power on his side dissipated in a breath, as if disappearing between heaven and earth, and his face showed a kind smile, which was extremely approachable.

This feeling makes people with inflammation of the lower abdomen particularly comfortable.

"Yan Ling'er is the person that our Xuanwen Sect likes!"

"Understand, what happened today was originally caused by a series of small things. Since he is the person that your Xuanwen Sect likes, I think he has good intelligence. It is also an honor for me in Phoenix Island to be able to join your Xuanwen Sect."

Duanmu Batian was extremely polite again, and while he remained calm, a ray of spiritual consciousness passed over Yan Ling'er.

However, his words made Yan Ling'er below feel particularly uncomfortable.

The fall of Yan City and the annihilation of the Yan clan were nothing more than a trivial matter in his opinion, but that was right. In front of absolute strong men like them, it was nothing more than the death of a few people and the annihilation of several clans. He fell today. There will be a chance to replace it tomorrow.

Yan Linger's fists were clenched tightly, and traces of blood gradually seeped out.

"If that's the case, then this is it today..."

"No!" Just when Wu Wenhu was about to finish what he wanted to do today, a voice suddenly came from below, directly rejecting the decision.

A word of "no" made the moment completely silent.

Wu Wenhu, the chief of the Xuanwen Sect, Duanmu Batian, the head of the Duanmu Family, these powerful men who are almost at the top of the continent, how dare anyone dare to directly refute the words right now?

Everyone whispered to each other in confusion, looked at each other in confusion, looking for the source, and finally focused on the center of the Dou Qi platform.

The young man's thin figure, with several figures and monsters standing beside him, looked extremely uncoordinated.

"Yan Ling'er, I may not be able to win Duanmu Batian for sure. With his appearance, today's matter is over!"

Wu Wenhu, who was standing in the air, looked at the center of the Dou Qi stage. The young man's stubborn face made him feel a little helpless. However, Duanmu Batian's strength was too tyrannical. It was not a problem to stop him, but Duanmu Yu was already there. He couldn't resist the two Bai Lings.

The same is true, and the current situation has returned to the past.

He had no choice but to pass the voice to Yan Ling'er's ear. Upon hearing the words, Yan Ling'er's mouth showed a smile and she slightly cupped her fists at the latter.

"My tribe is too important to me. Let alone Aunt Su Xin, or any other tribe member, I must know the information today."

Yan Ling'er looked up at everyone, her face filled with determination. This expression made Duanmu Batian and Wu Wenhu startled. They turned around and looked down at the young man. Duanmu Batian's plain eyes revealed a little surprise.

The emotions of young people are extremely strong.

"Are you the one who slipped through the net?"

"It's surprising that you didn't die in the battle at Hanging Peak. With the potential you are showing now, are you sure you won't wait until you get to the next level before you come out to attract our attention?"

Duanmu Batian's calm eyes looked at Yan Ling'er, as if they could pierce through the soul. Yan Ling'er, who had nowhere to hide, had no choice but to step forward and said: "Huh... destroying a clan or a city is a small matter for you, but

For me, it is unforgivable."

"Today, I may not be your opponent, but equally, you can't do anything to me!"

The young man suddenly spoke sharply and spoke extremely provocatively towards Duanmu Batian. In the face of absolute strength, he was like a moth flying to a flame. Not far away, Duanmu Yu looked at the young man as if he were a fool, while the others, Xiao Ke and others,

He was already shivering and rubbed his ears in disbelief.

However, the boy's behavior was not as expected. Duanmu Batian slapped him to death. On the contrary, it made the latter burst into laughter.

"I can't do anything to you? Do you think Xuanwen Sect can be your backing? Or do you think Master Tiger has the strength to stop the three of us?"

Duanmu Batian looked at Yan Ling'er with great interest, his mouth was filled with amusement.

At this time, Bai Ling and Duanmu Yu's flame spirit pressure was already looming, and Duanmu Yu's green eyes were like poisonous snakes about to jump out, killing Yan Ling'er at any time.

At this time, beside Xue Jingyan, the blood-red power of the blood fox gradually surrounded her, and Long Ting's fists were already clenched.

"The Qin-Yan Alliance is still here. If Duanmu Batian comes here, will the Qin government just sit back and ignore it?"

Yan Ling'er's eyes were as deep as the abyss, and he threatened Duanmu Batian. These words fell on the ears of many flamers around him, like a joke, they looked at each other in disbelief, and looked at the crazy young man in front of them in disbelief.

"Do you think the Qin Yan Alliance is real?"

"In the face of absolute strength, there is nothing the alliance can say!"

Duanmu Batian looked at the young man in front of him, and the playful smile on his lips became even bigger. Although he didn't look at Yan Ling'er like other Flamers looked at a fool, there was still a lot of drama in it.

"Covenant of the Five Prefectures: One day's allies remain unchanged forever!"

"I'm afraid you are the only one in the Duanmu family who has completely forgotten this, right? As for the Qin Mansion, how could they be as ambitious as you?"

Yan Ling'er looked at Duanmu Batian with a calm expression. When he told the Five Houses Covenant, Duanmu Batian's expression obviously changed slightly, and then he looked at Yan Ling'er deeply. At this moment, the latter's soul seemed to have escaped his control.

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"The Covenant of the Five Prefectures, I didn't expect you to actually know about it. Yan Ling'er, Yan Linger, is quite interesting. If it hadn't been thousands of years ago, I'm afraid your name, coupled with the Covenant of the Five Prefectures, could really scare many of the disciples of the Five Prefectures."

Duanmu Batian looked at the young man in front of him with a half-smile, recalling his covenant with the Five Houses, and then chanted the name of Yan Ling'er. This was exactly the same as the legend ten thousand years ago.

It's a pity that many files have been lost during the catastrophe thousands of years ago, and there are not many left. However, Yan Cheng, as a clan that declined ten thousand years ago, has some records, and the Five Palaces Covenant is also in the ancient books.

Duanmu Batian thought that the young man might have known this because of this.

He looked at the young man with a half-smile, and advised with comfort: "However, this covenant has been passed for nearly ten thousand years, so what's the point of abiding by it? Do we really have to wait for Lingqu Continent... That's all, that's all, with you

This kid, what’s the point of talking so much?”

"However, as you said, I won't do anything to you today, but when we enter the Yuanlu battlefield, we don't know what Yu'er and the others will do." Duanmu Batian looked down meaningfully.

Duanmuyu.

The latter stood solemnly and looked at his father with a smile on his face, but when he looked at Yan Linger's eyes, he was particularly disdainful.

Yan Ling'er, who knew that worry was already in her throat, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“I didn’t expect that I was really right!”

Looking around, there was no aura of strong men from the Qin family, but he vaguely felt some kind of protection.

"In that case, let's continue the bet!"