Yuelai Pavilion.

This is just an inconspicuous small restaurant in the imperial capital, and only some pedestrians who are short of money will settle here on weekdays.

Ye Qingyu also secretly took Xiaolin to hide here in order to hide his eyes and ears.

"Why hasn't the news come back that waste from Jin Buhuan?

Could it be that Xiao Yi has compromised?"

Ye Qingyu sat upright on the Grand Master's chair, crossing his legs, and his evil eyes swept to the corner with his cultivation sealed, with his cultivation level tied up in many flowers.

At this moment, Xiaolin was covered in blood and dying.

Being tied to a shelf.

Under the shelf, there was an iron bowl. The ticking sound was because of the blood dripping from the flesh and blood on Xiaolin's chest that had been dug up. Looking at the blood marks on the edge of the iron bowl, it was obviously not the first bowl! “Yeah, it’s full again?”

Ye Qingyu walked forward with a smile, held the iron bowl and drank it all, and his body was filled with red light.

This made a crackling sound come from his body.

With a scarlet tongue licking his lips, Ye Qingyu looked at Xiaolin with a greedy face, and smiled sinisterly: "Xiao Yi is really a waste. You are a monster full of treasures, and you are not used as a mobile pill. Instead, you are brothers and brothers."

Xiaolin is the ancient Tianhuang! He is only in his childhood now. If he reaches adulthood, he can even swallow the sky and the earth, swallow the sun, moon and stars.

Xiaolin is full of treasures! His blood is also comparable to a precious elixir. Even if it is taken by a strong man in the secret realm of immortality, it can also help temper the body and condense the innate power.

Ye Qingyu was also unintentionally discovering the effect of Xiaolin's blood when he pulled out Xiaolin's scales. This is the eighth bowl of blood he drank today.

"I'm a little reluctant to kill you now! Just eight bowls of blood can compare to my hard work for a year!"

Ye Qingyu laughed and put the iron bowl under Xiaolin. Seeing that the drop of blood was too slow, he grabbed Xiaolin's body with a move.

Roar! Xiaolin, who was dying, froze all over and suddenly opened his sleepy eyes. Despair and hatred burst out in his red eyes, and said hysterically: "Ye Qingyu, you must die well, my boss will not let you go..."                                                                                               

How dare you threaten me with him..." Ye Qingyu snorted coldly, stabbed Xiaolin's wound with a thumb, twisted the wound suddenly, and tore it apart.

Blood suddenly flowed down like a small spring.

Roar... Xiaolin twitched all over and screamed.

Ye Qingyu stopped, licked the blood stained on his palm with a scarlet tongue, and said proudly: "The Xiao Yi in your mouth is already in danger of being protected by himself. Are you still thinking of him coming to avenge you?

Hahaha, you should keep shouting now, see if you can call him over..."                                                                                                                      

In the void, a roar with a huge anger and murderous intent suddenly came: "Ye Qingyu, you are looking for death!"

Boom! The whole Yuelai Pavilion trembled violently, and the houses collapsed.

Figures flew out of the ruins under the entanglement of mental power and landed in the distance. They looked at Yue Laige, who had been razed to the ground with a confused look on their faces: "Fuck, what's the situation?

Who dares to cause trouble in the imperial capital?”

"Then, that seems to be the one word from our Dakan Dynasty to conquer King Xiao Yi side by side!"

"Xiao Zhenguo?

He is the patron god of our Dakan Dynasty. Since he appears here, there must be a terrible evil person..."                                                                                                                 

Ye Qingyu's unkempt face also came out, and his hands were still pinching Xiaolin, his eyes were covered with coldness. He looked up at Xiao Yi: "I didn't expect you to find this place. Jin Buhuan is indeed a mud that can't be supported on the wall!"

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Xiaolin was dying.

Ye Qingyu's fingers were inserted into his wound, and blood rolled down his fingers.

He didn't even have the strength to speak now! Xiao Yi's forehead was leaping wildly, his eyes were bloody red, like two red lights: "I'll let Xiaolin go immediately, I'll leave you with a whole body!"

"Um?"

Ye Qingyu was stunned, then raised Xiaolin with a look of playfulness and contempt, "Do you want me to let it go?"

Isn't this easy?

As long as you kneel down and beg me, I will let him go immediately..."                                                                                                                      

With a swish! Xiaolin held up his last bit of strength and twisted his head suddenly. Just now, Xiao Yi bombarded the pavilion and brought Xiaolin back a little of his movement ability.

Caught out of control, Xiaolin's sharp fangs pierced into the back of Ye Qingyu's hand with a thud.

Ao! Ye Qingyu suddenly screamed, and subconsciously shook his hand.

Swish! Xiaolin was dumped by him.

"Xiao Lin!"

Xiao Yi jumped and rescued Xiao Lin steadily as if he was crossing the space.

His mental power swept away Xiao Lin. His condition was extremely bad, but fortunately he had no worries about his life for the time being.

"Old, boss..." Xiaolin grinned, and waves of weakness spread throughout his body.

Xiao Yi rubbed his head: "Get a good night's sleep!"

"Um!"

Xiaolin let Xiao Yi put him in his arms carefully and fell asleep.

Xiao Yi looked up at Ye Qingyu: "Ye Qingyu, I didn't want to make things difficult for Qingzhu.

But you shouldn’t have to be solemnly threatened by my brother’s life…”                                                                                                                   �

Ye Qingyu sneered, not taking Xiao Yi's words in his heart at all, "I am a great disciple of Bai Yujing, so why do you need to see who you want?

Xiao Yi, today next year is your death day!”

"idiot!"

Xiao Yi sneered and shook his head. He naturally realized that Ye Qingyu's cultivation had already broken through to the peak of the Human Reverence Realm.

For Ye Qingyu, who is in a martial arts holy land like Bai Yujing, although this speed of cultivation is also a genius, it is not beyond Xiao Yi's expectations.

If he does not have enough strength, Ye Qingyu would not dare to return to Nanzhou to cause trouble for himself.

Just think of this.

Xiao Yi said calmly: "One move!"

"Um?"

Ye Qingyu was stunned and frowned, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Yi rubbed his fists and made a crisp sound of giggling: "In one move, I'll send you to the King of Hell!"

"Rich, who do you think you are?

You..." Ye Qingyu was furious. Xiao Yi's almost contemptuous attitude made him feel a huge shame. With a roar, an unparalleled terrifying wave of air burst out all over his body.

The innate power covers the whole body.

Between the heaven and earth, the wind and snow drift.

Ye Qingyu punched the sky, and the wind and snow suddenly arrived, condensing into snow-capped mountains and falling into the sky.

The snow-capped mountains that covered the sky and the sun made the strong men watching the battle in the distance look horrified: "Okay, what a terrible method to condense the snow-capped mountains out of thin air. Is this really something humans can do?"

"Is Xiaozhen Congress his opponent?"

Amidst the screams of exclamation.

Dozens of huge snow-capped mountains have already come to the front, and at this time, Xiao Yi finally took action.

He was just standing in the void, and an ordinary punch rushed out from his waist.

Boom! It was this ordinary punch that burst out with a blazing light like the scorching sun in an instant.

The Invincible King's Fist! Fighting everything and being invincible! Boom! Under one punch, dozens of snow-capped mountains exploded, and a silver fist light swallowed Ye Qingyu with a squeak.

When everything disappeared, there was no more wind and snow in the void, but only Ye Qingyu who fell down like a kite with a broken string.
Chapter completed!