Chapter 3492 Unwilling Despicable

"Master Tomb Age, don't you really need to worry about it?"

In the main hall, Cheng Buran looked at the situation on the light curtain in front of him, couldn't help but turned around, and asked a question to the genius sitting in the Lieyang Palace.

You must know that this is the boundary of the Xilong Camp, and those strong men from various camps were all invited by them. If something really happened, the reputation of the Xilong Camp would plummet.

"That guy is blind himself, who is to blame?"

Li Muling glanced at the light curtain lightly, making Cheng Buran instantly relieved, he naturally knew who his young master was talking about, and at the same time couldn't help but silently mourned for Huan Jin from the Spirit Blood Camp.

"Those two guys are really strangers!"

Naturally, Li Muling's attention would not be on Huan Jin of the Spirit Blood Camp, nor on Zhang You of the Eighth Grade Immortal Venerable, but would be watching a certain couple without blinking.

Under Li Muling's gaze, he was quite unfamiliar with the couple, but he could at least be sure that among the countless young geniuses in the Zhaixing Building, these two were absent.

Some previous conjectures were also overturned by Li Muling himself. The woman named Mu Yin was completely different from someone in his impression. focus on.

"You don't even know Master Tomb Age?"

Cheng Buran asked subconsciously. In fact, he was also relieved, thinking that as long as those two were not from Zhaixing Building, the chances of his young master would naturally be greater.

From this point of view, this time the alliance that unites the camps of various places, the only opponent of my young master is Han Luoying from the Moon God Palace.

As long as the arrangements are made properly, the chances of Li Muling becoming the leader of all parties will become extremely high.

"Next, you should be able to see something!"

Li Muling shook his head slightly, and his eyes never left the light curtain that could see the situation outside. At this moment, the conflict outside the hall had escalated.

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Outside the hall!

Huan Jin, who received Zhang You's signal, seemed to have obtained Shang Fang's sword, and no one in the hall came out to stop him, which made him even more unscrupulous.

"Song He, you asked for this!"

Huan Jin may have always wanted to find such an opportunity, but in the past, he was not very sure that he could win the battle, and he had been refraining from doing it all the time. Today, he finally got an excellent opportunity.

Not only does Huan Jin think that his strength has surpassed Song He, but he also has the backing of an eighth-rank immortal.

As long as the strong men in the Xilong Camp don't show up, who else would dare to meddle in the affairs of the Spirit Blood Camp?

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you, Huan Jin, still haven't changed!"

Song He somewhat hated that iron could not be made into steel. The two were originally good friends, but they turned against each other because of a spirit crystal. Until now, he still doesn't understand what he did wrong?

But the other party was relentless, and Song He wasn't really a good guy. The good guy in Zhan Lingyuan had long since died. Since the other party wouldn't let him go, he could only stand up and resist.

Huan Jin relied on Zhang You, the eighth-rank immortal, as his backing, and Song He was not without a backer, and he knew clearly that his backer was much stronger than Zhang You.

"Do you need help?"

Just as Song He's body was filled with a strong seventh-rank immortal aura, the young man in rough clothes suddenly asked softly, but he shook his head slightly.

If the opponent is Zhang You of the eighth-rank immortal, Song He will definitely choose to back away without hesitation and let the two beside him take the shot, but Huan Jin, a seventh-rank immortal who broke through later than himself, he would How can there be any scruples?

Under Yun Xiao's pulse refining technique, Song He's injuries have recovered by seven or eight points. Even if it's only seven or eight points, he will not be afraid of Huan Jin, who is also a seventh-rank immortal. You must know that he used to be in the Oasis Camp The number one powerhouse.

Moreover, Song He still has an obsession in his heart, that is, the personal grievance between himself and Huan Jin, and he does not want to rely on outsiders, he wants to settle this grievance with his own hands.

With Song He's decision, Yun Xiao didn't care about himself, and took a few steps back with Mu Yin, leaving the space in the middle. With himself here, he wasn't worried that Song He would really be killed by that guy.

"Huan Jin, do you really want to make the same mistake again and again?"

Song He was still unwilling to give up and pull Huan Jin back, but what he said at the moment was so funny to the ears of the practitioners in the Spirit Blood Camp, they all thought it was this guy who wanted to compromise.

"If you win against me, you are qualified to say such things!"

Huan Jin never thought that he was at fault. In his heart, it was Song He who was at fault. It was this guy who robbed his own spirit crystal and delayed his breakthrough to the seventh-rank immortal venerable by several years.

After the resentment welled up in his heart, Huan Jin didn't want to talk nonsense with Song He anymore, and he also knew that Zhang You over there was very impatient, and he had to fight quickly.

boom!

Huan Jin's first move was received by Song He head-on, with a loud bang. The result of this blow made the smiles on the faces of the cultivators in the Spirit Blood Camp even more intense.

Song He's face became paler because he retreated a few steps. At this moment, even the practitioners beside him sensed the injuries in his body, and immediately cast disdainful glances at Huan Jin.

This is simply taking advantage of other people's danger, and what happened back then is well known in everyone's heart.

Huan Jin was clearly wronged, but he still wanted to yell at his savior, which is simply a model of repaying kindness with revenge.

It's just that because of the shock of Zhang You, the eighth-rank immortal, no one dared to speak freely. If he was missed by that person, it would inevitably cause endless troubles, not to mention that Song He at the moment did not seem to be in danger of life.

Huan Jin doesn't care about other people's faces and thoughts, he won't let others continue to trample on him when he gets power, he doesn't want to give Song He a chance to breathe, the dark side in his heart has completely exploded today.

If possible, Huan Jin wanted to take this opportunity to kill Song He here.

But he also knew that under today's situation, he could only seriously injure Song He, and whether he could kill him would depend on whether someone in the hall was willing or not?

However, Song He, who followed, changed his head-to-head strategy and began to choose to roam and fight.

After dozens of strokes, Huan Jin's expression became extremely ugly, because he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.

The fact is that the competition of physical strength has never been Song He's good fighting style. In addition, his internal injuries have not healed, and every head-to-head encounter will make his bones and organs shake and hurt.

This change of strategy immediately showed Song He's advantage as a middle-level pulse refiner of the immortal rank. No matter in terms of reaction or speed, Huan Jin could not compare.

And in the ensuing battle, Song He also found that the bottleneck that he hadn't loosened for several years showed signs of being broken, which undoubtedly surprised and delighted him.

It seems that the strong attack by the alien spirit that night was not only bad for Song He. The battle between life and death made him have a deep understanding of the way of heaven, and his strength has improved a lot without knowing it.

If it wasn't for the sudden battle today, Song He would only know when his injuries had completely healed, but Huan Jin's persecution had forced him to cut this time by half.

"Useless trash!"

Zhang You, who was watching Huan Jin gradually fall into a disadvantage, couldn't help cursing in a low voice, which made the cultivators of the Spirit Blood Camp next to him dare not speak out loudly, because they knew that this lord was on the verge of fury.

Originally, Zhang You was quite confident in Huan Jin, and he wanted to use this to make the Spirit Blood Camp stand out, but he didn't expect such a result now, it was really unexpected for him.

Even Huan Jin could see that Song He's injury hadn't healed, so how could Zhang You, the eighth-rank Immortal Venerable, not be able to see it?

This is also the reason why Zhang You was full of confidence before. How could he know that after a short battle, Song He's strength soared extremely fast, and almost reached the high level of the seventh-rank immortal, while Huan Jin was only the middle of the seventh-rank immortal.

"Cunning guy!"

Zhang You, who had cursed Huan Jin for being a waste in a low voice, saw anger rising in his eyes the next moment.

Because in his opinion, this is Song He deliberately trying to trick himself, so he pretended to be in a state of unhealed injuries, and even made himself mistaken.

If Zhang You didn't want to care about the personal grievances between the two parties before, then he undoubtedly found an excellent reason for himself now. Song He and this guy actually lied to him, and they are looking for death.

boom!

After a few more tricks, Song He finally got the chance, and stamped a weird palm on Huan Jin's right rib, knocking the seventh-rank Immortal Venerable staggeringly. All flipped over.

Although it wasn't a fatal injury, Song He's palm was extremely difficult. Under this powerful palm, Huan Jin's fighting strength was not half strong, and he knew he was defeated.

If the defeat was in the hands of others, even if the other party was also a seventh-rank immortal, Huan Jin would not be so difficult to accept at this moment, because he has always regarded Song He as his imaginary enemy.

Ever since the spirit crystal was "robbed" by Song He, Huan Jin has always wanted to overwhelm him. His luck is obviously good. After following Zhang You, he finally broke through that shackle.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he was still not Song He's opponent, and the opponent was still seriously injured. Under such circumstances, how could Huan Jin swallow this breath when he lost to Song He?

"No! I'm not reconciled!"

Huan Jin, who was hit in the right rib, had a trace of extreme resentment in his eyes, and immediately rushed forward, seeing everyone around him sneer, secretly thinking that if he still doesn't admit defeat in this state, isn't he courting death?

"This guy……"

A strange light flashed in Mu Yin's beautiful eyes, but after seeing that the person next to him was not moving, she also put down the right hand she just raised. She believed that Yun Xiao would never look at Song He and said to death. disappear.

"go to hell!"

Under the eyes of cultivators from all sides, Huan Jin suddenly shouted, and then, from the sleeve of his right hand, a black smoke burst out, exuding a foul smell.