Chapter 1172 That's Mine
The mountain is faulted, and the earth is torn apart.
The rocks collapsed and the jungle collapsed!
Even the magnificent mountain stream and waterfall instantly reversed and flowed backwards...
Under the unbridled release of chaotic power, Ding Xiaoyun, Tiemen and the others trembled violently, looking at the three majestic and proud figures above the void with eyes full of horror and awe...
"Pei, Pei Ye, it's Senior Brother Pei Ye."
Pei Ye, a disciple of Wu Zong respected him, and he was ranked third on the Tian Wu list.
The sudden appearance of the other party is like a king here.
The aura that emanates is heartfelt.
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"Senior brothers Lu Liao and Yang Ao are also here."
"How could the three of them?"
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The two people behind Pei Ye had the same air of arrogance and prosperity.
Lu Liao, ranked ninth on the Tianwu Ranking, is a powerful clan-level tattoo artist.
Yang Ao, ranked tenth on the Tianwu list.
These three people, no matter where they appear, are existences that are as dazzling as stars.
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However, when Chu Hen saw the three people in front of him clearly, he couldn't help clenching his hands into fists, and there was a hint of coldness in his deep eyes.
His mind instantly recalled what happened in Linyan Grotto outside Tianyin City about half a year ago.
At that time, looking for Luo Mengshang's whereabouts everywhere, Chu Hen went to the karst cave in the center of the earth in Linyan Grotto to investigate alone.
It was the first time that these three people were hunting for the soul of the 'Black Kirin' in the Linyan Grotto.
Unexpectedly, Pei Ye hit Chu Hen into the magma in the center of the earth indiscriminately.
Although Chu Hen was not injured, he destroyed the 'Punishment Armor' refined with the power of five-star demon pupils.
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It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia.
To Chu Hen's surprise, those three people were also members of Wu Zong.
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However, the three of Pei Ye didn't seem to pay much attention to Chu Hen, they all looked at Ding Xiaoyun and the other four on the other side.
The condescending posture is like looking down on ants.
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There were already waves in the hearts of the four of them.
All of them showed nervous expressions and whispered softly.
"How did they come here?"
"That guy Qi Xing leaked the secret, right? I saw Qi Xing and Yang Ao these days, and Lu Liao walked very close."
"I knew that bastard wouldn't be trustworthy. You insisted on cooperating with him. Now it's all right. Did you attract wolves?"
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Before the four of Ding Xiaoyun met Chu Hen, they had also sought cooperation from other people.
Either because the pay is too low, or because the risk factor is high, no one is willing to go to the secluded forest with them and provoke the bloodhook bat group...
Among them is Qi Xing, who was previously known as the "No. 1 Newcomer Disciple".
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"Hey, hey... Three senior brothers, thank you for helping us kill the Bloodhook Bat King..." Ding Xiaoyun smiled nervously and awkwardly.
Yang Ao smiled frivolously, and replied lightly, "Bring it here! We just need those three Fire Cloud Grass..."
As he said that, he glanced at Pei Ye, then raised his eyebrows, and continued, "Yes, there is also the blood-refining ghost baby flower..."
The last thing I wanted to see happened.
The purpose of these three people is nothing but Fire Cloud Grass and Blood Refining Ghost Baby Flower.
"This...we got it first..." The wild monkey replied, but his voice was obviously weak, without any confidence at all.
Even standing in front of the three of them, the tall iron gate seemed to have no sense of existence.
"Oh?" Yang Ao pretended to be surprised, and said, "You mean, you mean we are robbing you?"
The faces of the four turned pale.
Ding Xiaoyun hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Don't dare, we never mean that..."
"Hehe, I never like to repeat my words a second time, so bring it here!"
Yang Ao's smile revealed an irresistible chill.
The four of them suddenly became weak like helpless sheep.
Immediately, Ding Xiaoyun tremblingly took out a storage ring, still feeling helpless in his eyes.
But no matter how unwilling it is, it won't help.
They were originally Wu Zong's lowest-level ordinary disciples, and they did not get any attention on weekdays, just like the stepping stones of other geniuses, they were ruthlessly trampled upon...
In front of the disciples of the Tianwu List, there is no dignity at all.
Even if they killed the four of them here, I'm afraid Wu Zong's high-level officials would not bother.
According to the law of the sect, the strong prey on the weak.
The life of the bottom disciples is so cruel.
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Yang Ao showed a satisfied smile, stepped forward slightly, and with a movement of his palm, a powerful suction was released.
The storage ring in Ding Xiaoyun's hand flew into his palm immediately.
He turned around and glanced at Pei Ye, Lu Liao and Ding Xiaoyun behind him, and said, "Hehe, thank you all..."
The frivolous gratitude is more like a great irony.
The four of them could only endure in silence.
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Immediately, the three turned around and were about to leave.
But at this moment, an indifferent voice was directly heard by everyone.
"Wait..."
wait!
The deep voice was like an invisible hand, firmly holding everyone present.
Everyone's eyes are all looking towards one place in unison.
The young figure that was almost ignored walked slowly from the ruins of rocks step by step...
Yang Ao showed surprise on his face, and he said with great interest, "I forgot, there was an 'invisible man' standing next to him..."
Chu Hen walked steadily, with a calm expression.
He slowly walked in front of the crowd, his eyes raised slightly, and it was Yang Ao's arrogant and contemptuous eyes.
"I'm sorry, but you only have the right to take those three Fire Cloud Grass away. As for the blood-refining ghost baby flower... that's mine..."
That'smine!
The sonorous and powerful voice has a kind of arrogance that cannot be bullied.
Everyone was startled.
The faces of the four people beside them were even more frightened.
Ding Xiaoyun hurriedly stepped forward and shouted nervously, "Brother, are you crazy? These three people can't be provoked... Hurry up and confess!"
It had to be said that the four of them were almost scared to death by Chu Hen.
Although Chu Hen does have some ability, his strength is so strong that he can compete with Xiao Meng, the young master of Qingcheng...
But among the three people in front of him, all of them are in front of Xiao Meng.
Especially Pei Ye who was ranked third.
A mere Chu mark is not enough to see.
His behavior, in the eyes of Ding Xiaoyun and the others, is undoubtedly courting death.
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However, no matter how Ding Xiaoyun winked, Chu Hen seemed to have never seen him.
He continued with a calm face, "The blood-refining ghost baby flower, please return it."
The four of Ding Xiaoyun almost cried.
It was hard to save money and avoid disaster, but now Chu Hen got into trouble again.
While secretly scolding Chu Hen for "not having long eyes", he also quietly pulled the other three people back away.
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The temperature of the airflow in the air became a little frosty.
Seeing Chu Hen's indifferent eyes, Yang Ao's eyes gradually turned cold.
The latter smiled instead of anger, spreading the storage ring in his palm.
"I can give it back to you... Come and get it yourself!"
Provocation is even more threat!
The corner of Chu Hen's eyes twitched, "What did you say?"
Ignore the provocation!
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Pei Ye clasped his hands in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"This person seems familiar?"
Lu Liao on the side smiled playfully, "I have indeed seen it before, do I need to remind you? He is the one who defeated Shen Hong..."
"Oh?" Pei Ye was slightly surprised, and then sneered, "No need, people who are not qualified to be remembered by me, let alone be remembered by me."
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you said?
Facing Chu Hen's rhetorical question, Yang Ao's smile turned cold, his eyes filled with sarcasm, "Of course, take it back and it's yours...Since you are a newcomer this year, I'll let you do three tricks..."
"Oh!" Chu Hen raised the corner of his mouth, "No need!"
No need!
The moment the words fell, a piercing sword force burst out from Chu Hen's body.
With a wave of his hand, "Whew..." A rapid sound of breaking the wind whistled past, and a dark green holy sword rolled up waves of flowing swords and swept towards Yang Ao in the void...
Looking at the Bi Ran Sword flying towards the sky obliquely, Yang Ao didn't even have the intention to move his body.
"Hmph, can such a bad move be used?"
"Whoosh!"
But just as the voice fell, an afterimage floated in front of Yang Ao's face, and the Chu Hen who was below him a second ago flashed in front of him like a ghost...
"So fast!" Ding Xiaoyun and the others below widened their eyes.
"despair!"
Chu Hen raised his hand to hold the hilt of Biran Sword, and a more astonishing and majestic sword force enveloped Yang Ao in front like a mountain.
The invisible stern sword immediately fixed it in an area.
In an instant, Chu Hen transformed into more than a dozen fierce human-shaped sword qi and appeared in front of Yang Ao.
"One Sword Flying Immortal Technique..."
The piercing aura swept across, and the dazzling human-shaped sword aura swept towards Yang Ao in front of him with endless power...
Every sword qi dragged the momentum of the air flow being cut.
Yang Ao's pupils shrunk slightly, but he concentrated with one hand, and then a dark blue water ball diffused from his body.
"Gulu..."
In the blink of an eye, a blue water polo tens of meters in diameter immediately enveloped Yang Ao's body.
The huge water polo swayed with shining light patterns.
Every human-shaped sword energy penetrating into the water polo dragged out white light and shadow...
The criss-crossing lights and shadows shuttled in the water polo, and its attack and speed were greatly reduced in an instant.
Every human-shaped sword energy lost its original lethality before hitting Yang Ao.
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"No, the Canghai Eucharist is too defensive."
"Why doesn't this guy listen to advice?"
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The four of Ding Xiaoyun didn't have any confidence.
However, at the same time as those dozens of human-shaped sword qi disappeared, a blinding dark blue light of lightning burst out suddenly...
"Chi Chi!"
Thousands of thunderbolts are like the flowers of lightning that bloomed in an instant, and the force of lightning that flows wantonly spreads and spreads in the water polo at a speed countless times faster than usual...
In an instant, the entire inside and outside of the huge water polo was covered by a majestic three-dimensional grid.
The endless lightning strikes of Xuan Brah God completely attacked Yang Ao. The latter was startled, but he underestimated Chu Hen's lightning power...
Without saying a word, Yang Ao immediately retreated.
But in the next moment, a figure covered with strong lightning arcs flashed in front of him...
"Hmph!" Accompanied by a frivolous sneer, Chu Hen punched out, and the fist covered with a lot of thunder was headed towards the opponent...
In a hurry, Yang Ao greeted him with raised hands.
However, besides Chu Hen's power of Xuansha Divine Thunder, what he ignored was also Chu Hen's domineering fist strength.
"嗵..." There was an extremely heavy explosion, the moment the fists and palms intersected, the violent power spread rapidly, and the huge water polo exploded violently, like a star exploding, the fierce force tore apart from the inside out sphere...
The shock wave of terrifying power swept in all directions.
The cliffs of the mountains and forests below were cracked inch by inch.
Yang Ao's body trembled violently, and an incomparably fierce force poured into his body like an undercurrent of the deep sea.
At the same time as it retreated backwards, dense thunder and lightning power surged in and invaded the body...
The lightly held left arm went numb, and the five fingers couldn't help but let go, and a shiny storage ring flew out of his palm...
Chu Hen raised his hand and put the storage ring into his hand.
A domineering king who controls the overall situation emerges spontaneously.
The airflow between heaven and earth swept away.
Chu Hen held the ring with awe-inspiring eyes.
"Three strokes... exactly..."