Tianyan Holy Land, Yi Palace. М Mu Yi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He suddenly noticed something and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see Yin Li walking in with the two of them. The leader was clearly King Mingyanwu, and the other was clearly Mo Luo. "What are you doing here?" Mu Yi frowned. "Master Mu Yi, have you really let go of the grudges of the past? Have you really let go of your son's death?" King Mingyanwu looked at Mu Yi and said. Mu Yi's cheeks twitched slightly, and his face turned blue and white. There was a clicking sound, and the armrest of the chair he was holding had cracked. "The person who killed your son is Yan Lingyu. She has been demoted to a commoner long ago, and her father has long since stepped down as the emperor. Now, Yan Lingyu's son is in this Tianyan Holy Land. You just let your enemies do it. Your son is jumping around under your nose?" King Mingyanwu said in a deep voice. Mu Yi looked at King Mingyan Wu with a gloomy expression, and after a moment he said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense to me, one day I will kill Yan Lingyu with my own hands. As for that boy, if you want to kill him, go and kill him yourself. .” "Master Mu Yi, this is Tianyan Holy Land. That boy is protected by that old guy Ling Xuan. Ye Xunfeng is back again, and his strength is not much worse than Ling Xuan. I, the Yan clan, want to take action in Tianyan Holy Land, not It’s very convenient. If I’m outside, I don’t need to come to Master Mu Yi to kill that kid.”
After King Mingyanwu said this, he paused and continued: "If this kid is allowed to continue to live, it won't be long before he becomes a serious problem for you and me, and may even threaten you and me." Mu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you kidding me? A small martial arts cultivator with only 30% of the Qi Sea left and at the peak of the Xiantian realm threatens you and me? You are also a direct descendant of the Yan family and the King of Martial Arts, but you are still afraid of a Junior boy?" Faced with Mu Yi's ridicule, King Mingyan Wu was not angry, but had already expected such a situation. He couldn't help but patted Mo Luo on the shoulder, "Tell Mr. Mu Yi, what's wrong with your legs?" Same thing." leg…… Only then did Mu Yi notice that Mo Luo's left leg was missing, and his expression changed. You must know that Mo Luo is the best among the disciples of Tianyan Holy Land. Not only is he a top genius, but he also has a unique mutated martial spirit. He recently conquered the magical beast Tiger Eater. It was the cub of a mid-level Warcraft, and its combat power was no less than that of Mora. Moreover, coupled with the unique ability of the mutated martial spirit, if Mora and Warcraft cooperated, other top geniuses might not be his opponents. Mara actually lost a left leg... "Xiao Yun did it?" Mu Yi stared at Mo Luo. "That's right, in Wulingxuanjie. Also, he is not just a sword cultivator... he is also a physical cultivator, a fellow cultivator of the sword body!" Mo Luo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with deep resentment and hatred, if it weren't for Xiao If so, how could he lose his left leg? Therefore, Mo Luo wanted Xiao Yun to die. "Sword body cultivator..." Mu Yi's expression changed. Both sword cultivators and body cultivators were extremely rare, and fellow practitioners of the two were even rarer. Xiao Yun was actually able to practice with the sword body... Being able to do this means that Xiao Yun's talent is extremely terrifying, otherwise he would not be able to practice with the sword body at all. "Even if he is a fellow swordsman, with his damaged Qihai, the probability of reaching a higher level is extremely low." Mu Yi said in a deep voice. "Master Mu Yi, I checked some information about Xiao Yun. He comes from a county called Yan State, and he was once a disciple of the outer sect in Tianluo Sect. When he was in the Qi Refining Realm, Qi Hai was destroyed by others. . However, with only 30% of the Qi sea left, he went from the Qi Refining Realm to the peak of the Xiantian Realm..." King Mingyanwu said in a deep voice: "From the Qi Refining Realm to the Fusion Realm Realm, the probability of breaking through with his Qi Sea is 10%, and he succeeded. Although the probability is low, let's consider him lucky. Then, when the Fusion Realm Realm arrives, In the Xiantian realm, the probability is one in a thousand." "He succeeded in breaking through twice with low probability. Sir, do you still think he is lucky? He is a semi-waste martial artist. If there is no way to break through to a higher realm of cultivation, do you think he will be like this? Practicing hard? How can a person with no hope work so hard?" Hearing this, Mu Yi's expression became more and more solemn. What King Mingyan Wu said was not unreasonable. If Xiao Yun really didn't have much hope, would he practice so hard?
"Sir, let's stop here. If I were in charge, I would immediately take action to solve the problem and never leave any further trouble. Don't forget, he is the son of Yan Lingyu. How powerful was Yan Lingyu in the past? Amazing, you must know better than me...a woman who almost penetrated Tianyan Holy Land..." After King Mingyanwu finished speaking, he turned around and left with Mo Luo. "Sir, I think King Mingyanwu is right..." Yin Li gritted his teeth and said. "Go down." Mu Yi waved his hand impatiently. Yin Li wanted to say something more, but seeing that Mu Yi was not in a good mood, he had no choice but to shut up and leave. After Yin Li left, Mu Yi looked cold. "Ah Fu..." Mu Yi shouted. "Here he is." A rickety old man appeared behind Mu Yi. "Let Yue Lang and the others take action." Mu Yi said slowly. "Yue Lang and others were trained by you through hard work, and they were just wasted..." the old man with a stooped back said with regret. These people are the top geniuses that Mu Yi has identified. Each of them has been trained since childhood, and they have spent countless training resources. The abilities of these people are close to those of evil geniuses. "You have to use it." Mu Yi interrupted the old man's words, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Kill me!" The old man with a rickety back nodded and then disappeared into the darkness... … The secret cultivation room is covered with various materials, which Xiao Yun spent four million high-grade spiritual stones to purchase. Bang! Along with the explosion, the materials for the six-layered spirit gathering array that had just been laid less than half-way exploded one after another, because Xiao Yun used a little more force when laying it out. "It exploded again..." After Xiao Yun glanced at it, he waved his hand and blew the waste materials into the corner. The waste materials in the corner had already piled up into a mountain. "Fortunately, we got four million high-grade spiritual stones from Xuan Wu, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to afford them..." Xiao Yun continued to make arrangements. Setting up the Sixth Level Spirit Gathering Array is quite tedious, and you must reach the point where practice makes perfect, otherwise it will explode if there is any problem. After a day of hard work and a large amount of materials, Xiao Yun was able to arrange the layout to about 10%, and the materials consumed were worth at least 300,000 high-grade spiritual stones. "The one hundred and seventy-eighth time..." Xiao Yun muttered silently, then continued to prepare the arrangements, but suddenly felt something bad. During this time, wandering between life and death, Xiao Yun's sense of danger was stronger than before. Suddenly, a thin figure appeared silently behind Xiao Yun, and a dagger stained with poison stabbed Xiao Yun's back as fast as an arrow leaving the string. As the dagger pierced, the corners of the thin Wu Xiu's mouth curved slightly, but then he felt something was wrong, because the dagger did not pierce flesh and blood, but pierced the void... Xiao Yun is gone. Where are people?
The thin martial artist suddenly heard the sound of tearing coming from above his head. He couldn't help but raise his head and saw that the cicada-wing knife had wiped his neck like lightning. The thin martial artist stared blankly at Xiao Yun who was holding the Cicada Wing Knife behind his back. He really couldn't believe that he would die in Xiao Yun's hands. With a snap, the thin martial artist fell to the ground, but the sense of crisis that Xiao Yun felt still existed, and was getting stronger and stronger.