5956. Chapter 5956 Life and Death Cave 27
However, one second passed, two seconds passed... Leng Xuan found that nothing happened.
Shocked, he couldn't help but open his eyes. Suddenly, he saw the sharp arrow half a meter in front of him, but in the middle of the sharp arrow, it was tightly grasped by a big hand, making it unable to move. Following the big hand, Leng Xuan looked up and saw that the owner of the hand was a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man has a gentle appearance and is dressed in a scholar's robe, showing his elegance. Judging from the indifferent expression on his face, the sharp arrow was like a plaything, without any danger at all. Just as Leng Xuan was stunned, the middle-aged man said warmly: "Your name is Leng Xuan, right? Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."
Hearing this, before Leng Xuan could respond, the middle-aged man had already walked towards the witch god opposite. Seeing this, Leng Xuan stopped showing off and retreated honestly. When he came to Ziya's side, he saw the other person asking with concern: "Are you okay?" Leng Xuan nodded. Apart from the extreme depletion of the energy in his body, he did not suffer any harm. Looking at the mysterious middle-aged man not far away, Leng Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Do you know who he is?" Ziya smiled and said: "Of course I do, he is the tooth spirit of our Mengya tribe. "Leng Xuan was stunned and asked in confusion: "Isn't there an artifact stolen by the Wu clan? How did you summon him?" Ziya pointed to Wu Yang not far away and said, "Just now. Got it back from him." After hearing this, Leng Xuan's eyes changed and he saw Wu Yang lying on the ground in a miserable state, his body covered with numerous scars. It seems that he suffered a lot at the hands of the Mongolian people. Fortunately, Ziya summoned the tooth spirit in time. Otherwise, he would be a dead person now. At this moment, in the sight of everyone, the Tooth Spirit of the Mengya Clan and the Witch God of the Wu Clan were facing each other from afar.
Looking at the Witch God standing upright in mid-air, the smile on Ya Ling's face remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone: "Witch God, long time no see." The Witch God stared at Ya Ling coldly without saying a word. However, his mood at the moment could be seen from his ugly expression. Ya Ling didn't mind his indifference, he just played with the sharp arrow in his hand and said in a gentle voice: "I can't believe that that young man actually forced you to this point, even using your life stone." As he said, , without seeing how he moved, the sharp arrow was suddenly enveloped in a faint white light. Immediately afterwards, the shape of the sharp arrow changed and gradually condensed into a red stone. Looking at the red stone in Ya Ling's hand, the Witch God's face became even more ugly. After a long while, the frown of the Witch God suddenly relaxed, the corners of his lips raised, and he said with a smile: "I lost." After hearing his words, Yaling suddenly laughed. "It's not easy, it's really not easy. You are finally willing to admit defeat." The Witch God fell from the sky, put his hands behind his back, looked at Leng Xuan not far away, nodded and said: "He is indeed a suitable candidate, what do you mean?" Ya Ling responded: "I'm very satisfied with him, as long as you don't have any objections."
After finishing speaking, he handed the red stone into the hands of the Witch God. After receiving the natal stone, the Witch God's complexion immediately improved a lot. Seeing the two of them talking like friends, Leng Xuan couldn't help but be stunned.