Chapter 450 Grandmaster

A gust of wind swept past.

Disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Yan Ling sat blankly on the wooden chair behind the table.

Her body was soaked in various soups and wines.

It exuded a strange smell mixed together.

Her expression was wooden and she was in a daze, as if she had turned into a sculpture.

Until the sound of hurried footsteps.

A figure rushed into the door of the banquet hall quickly, awakening her from this chaotic and confused state.

"Mo Li, you dare to attack the young lady!?"

Aunt Feng's voice was shrill, filled with extreme anger and anxiety.

Click!

Her feet suddenly slipped and she stabilized her body suddenly.

Then she looked down, and everything she saw was bright red.

In addition, there was a strong fishy and sweet smell rushing into her nostrils.

Aunt Feng looked around vigilantly, and she couldn't help showing a puzzled expression on her face.

She had just clearly sensed that kind of cold breath, so she hurried over.

She had already made up her mind that she would die, and she was determined not to let Mo Li hurt her young lady.

However, it was beyond her expectation.

The banquet hall was empty except for the young lady.

Not only did she not see Mo Li, but even the spiritual grain vendor who was valued by the young lady disappeared inexplicably.

Looking at the bright red covering the door of the banquet hall, Aunt Feng suddenly understood something in her heart, and even felt a little uncontrollable sadness.

Unexpectedly, a peddler who farmed and sold grain could be so willing to sacrifice his life for the young lady.

It must be that he was grateful for the young lady's kindness and refused to leave with Mo Li, so he was killed in such a cruel way and ended up with a miserable end with no body left.

Sure enough, you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the sea.

Before, she always felt that this man was unreliable, but he didn't do too much just because of the young lady's face.

Now thinking back, it's like slapping herself in the face.

Aunt Feng turned her eyes away from the red on the ground.

The anger in her heart was burning, almost filling her heart.

But there was also a sense of extreme powerlessness, which made her deeply fall into helplessness and despair.

She also roughly knew who was behind Mo Li.

But she didn't expect that the other party would be so arrogant and cruel.

They were really cruel.

For those who they couldn't get, they simply destroyed them directly.

There was no scruples at all.

On the spiritual boat of the fifth room of the Yan family, they killed people in front of Miss Ling.

Aunt Feng took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and came to the messy dining table little by little.

Although the young lady had practiced spiritual arts since she was a child and had participated in more than one training mission, she seemed to have never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene.

So looking at her appearance, it seemed that she was frightened, and it might even affect her mind.

"Miss Ling."

"Miss Ling?"

Aunt Feng tried to calm down her emotions and called Yan Ling's name carefully.

Yan Ling slowly raised her head, her eyes still a little confused.

"Aunt Feng, why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

She slowly stretched out her hand, and then clenched her fist little by little.

She murmured to herself like a dream, "Aunt Feng, did you see it? This is a fist."

Then, in Aunt Feng's equally stunned eyes.

Another slender ankle stretched out from under her lady's skirt.

Then she stretched her toes tightly, raised her white calves upwards, and placed them together with her clenched fist.

"Aunt Feng, did you see it? This is a foot."

Yan Ling said quietly, "If you add them together, it's a punch and a kick, and even swords are rarely used."

Miss Ling is probably crazy.

Perhaps she can't stand this intense stimulation, and she may be deliberately targeted by Mo Li, so she fell into this trance of madness.

Aunt Feng was anxious, but she was a bit helpless.

She is a good spiritualist, but she has no experience and ability to deal with such situations.

Even Jing Rong, the captain of the guards, seemed to be unable to do it.

With a flash of thought in her mind, Aunt Feng suddenly remembered what she had seen when she was a child.

It seemed that the old man in the village had said that this kind of soul-destroying situation could be solved by injecting gold juice to induce vomiting.

However, how could we dare to let Miss Ling drink other people's gold juice, since she was a delicate lady?

Therefore, we can only find a way to use local materials and let Miss Ling produce and sell it herself, which may be able to solve the dilemma we are facing.

However, before that, we still have to make sure whether Mo Li has really left, so that we can really calm down and let go.

"I know that this is Miss's punch and kick."

She said in a gentle tone, earnestly and kindly, "But I want to know more about where Mo Li is now and whether he has left the spirit boat."

"Mo Li?"

"Leave?"

"He is behind you."

"And he will never leave in this life."

Aunt Feng shuddered and turned her head to look back.

The banquet hall was still empty, with no one there.

So, Miss Yan Ling's condition is already very serious.

She even began to have visual and auditory hallucinations.

"Miss, there is no one behind me."

"Isn't it a person on the ground?"

"Although it is no longer in human form, the amount of flesh is the amount of flesh of a person."

"Miss, you mean, this spread of scarlet..."

Auntie Feng subconsciously turned back again, and suddenly felt that she was about to fall into madness.

"Yes, I never thought that the bloody and brutal Mo Li would end up with his body and soul destroyed and his body torn to pieces."

"Aunt Feng, can you believe it? Just one punch, whether it is the ice fog spirit technique or the spirit plate defense, it seems to be non-existent, even the person is the same.

You didn't see that scene, the head exploded violently, the internal organs splattered, and the bones and flesh turned into countless pieces.

And the reason for all this is just because a table was overturned."

Yan Ling closed her eyes and spoke slowly.

"Maybe this is the people's heaven, that person was so hungry that he could do anything."

"Who is that person?"

Aunt Feng was completely confused when she heard this.

"Mr. Wei, who else could it be."

"Wei, Mr. Wei?"

"Mr. Wei who grows crops and sells grain!?"

"Then, where is Mr. Wei, where is he now?"

Suddenly there was a crisp sound.

Yan Ling's hand loosened, breaking the porcelain cup, and then suddenly came back to her senses.

"Mr. Wei, he might have gone to find Yan Ming!"

"Hurry, hurry, don't let him go on a killing spree in anger. If the news leaks out, a terrible disaster will come immediately!"

The dark night sky, the clouds are low.

A figure quickly passed through it.

Wei Tao had a blank expression on his face, holding a blue ice crystal in his hand.

This was what he had just taken from Mo Li.

Mo Li tried desperately to activate it in the end, but was shocked by his fist and did not release the power of this ice crystal at all.

The light blue ice crystal kept emitting spiritual power, but Wei Tao could not absorb and transform it like when he performed the Little Cloud Rain Technique and use it for himself.

It was as if the ice crystal in his hand did not exist.

Suddenly, his heart moved.

He looked down subconsciously.

The Jialan spiritual pattern quietly emerged in the void.

A spiritual thread separated from it and silently sank into the ice crystal.

Almost at the same time, he felt the rich spiritual power flowing from the blue ice crystal into his body along the thread.

"This is an extremely fulfilling feeling."

"I didn't expect that after improving the second spiritual pattern according to Teacher Lan Yue's ideas, there would be such an unexpected effect."

"If the first spiritual pattern is to output the true meaning of the mysterious thoughts to the outside, then the second spiritual pattern is to absorb and absorb from the inside.

One inside and one outside, one in and one out, inexplicably formed a very wonderful balance."

Wei Tao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a cloud of cold mist.

He took another look at the ice crystal that was rapidly dimming and shrinking, feeling the spiritual power rapidly injected into his body, and a little joyful smile suddenly appeared on his face.

At the same time, he was more looking forward to what kind of experience the third spiritual pattern would bring after practicing the second spiritual pattern to the peak.

Boom! ! !

The cold mist surrounded him and quickly penetrated the clouds.

Leaving a crystal bright belt like star sand behind.

The dark blue spiritual boat was already in sight.

Boom!

Wei Tao accelerated again, rushing forward like a meteor.

If we don't want him to be well, then no one will be well.

So, since some people want to die, we must kill them all.

Inside the spiritual boat, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

The lights in the banquet hall were bright, casting a bright orange light.

A variety of precious ingredients were displayed on the large round table.

"Come, I'll toast you all."

Yan Ming smiled and raised the wine cup in his hand.

Duanmu Xun bowed slightly, "Mr. Yan is so polite. It is a great blessing for me to be able to be your disciple in my previous life."

Xin Ming continued, "Yes, what virtue and ability do I have to make you value me so much? From now on, I will definitely follow your lead and be willing to let you drive me."

"Mr. Yan is so kind and has given me the opportunity to practice in the Red Mountain Spirit Realm. I am really grateful."

Several people drank it all at once and refilled their glasses.

Duanmu Xun picked up a piece of green vegetables and ate it, full of emotion, "Mr. Yan is so young, but he has already reached the level of a great spiritual master. He is only one step away from the higher level of the virtual realm. He is definitely a dragon among men, and we ordinary people can only look up to him."

Yan Ming just smiled faintly when he heard it.

"I have just achieved the realm of a great spiritualist. I still have a long way to go before I can reach the true realm of emptiness."

He drank another glass of wine and pointed directly above his head, "Mr. Duanmu is too kind to me. Not to mention that there are many geniuses and masters in the upper star ring, even in the Chishan spiritual domain of my family, with my strength, I am not the real number one of the young generation."

"Oh?"

Duanmu Xun said in surprise, "Please forgive me for my short-sightedness and ignorance, but it is really hard to imagine that there is a genius spiritualist with stronger talent than you."

Yan Ming shook his head slowly, and his eyes suddenly became solemn, as if with a little respect.

"Sister Yan Rong, whether in talent, cultivation level, or vision and knowledge, is much better than me."

"Not long ago, sister had already cleared her mind and heart, broke through the barrier leading to the virtual realm, and successfully took that step forward. Compared with me still rolling in the mud, there is already a world of difference between heaven and earth."

Duanmu Xun was silent for a long time, and sighed softly, "I have wasted my whole life, and I have never touched the threshold of entering the virtual realm. Even becoming a great spiritual plant master was stumbling. I am really far behind you and your sister."

Yan Ming smiled slightly and was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed without any warning.

Why was there a blood-red glow mixed in under the orange light?

His eyes flashed, and he immediately calmed his mind and calmed his heart.

The next moment, Yan Ling slowly turned around.

He stared at the side table next to the main table.

His eyes fell on the side of Duanmu Xun's disciple.

There was originally an empty seat there.

But, I don't know when there was an extra person on the seat.

A young man who looked ordinary and nothing special.

He sat still, holding a large steak in his hand and putting it into his mouth.

Crack!!!

He bit it off.

He just chewed it twice and swallowed it with bones and meat.

Then he took the wine pot and drank it all.

Then he picked up the handkerchief on the table and slowly wiped his mouth.

During this process, none of the people at the same table with him showed any abnormality.

It was as if this person did not exist.

So, who is this person! ?

When did he sneak into the spirit boat silently! ?

Duanmu Xun was still speaking flattering words slowly, but suddenly he kept silent.

Because he noticed the change of Yan Ming keenly.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked in the same direction.

Uh...

Duanmu Xun almost choked.

The spiritual grain dealer who planted trees in the Red Line Sect?

When did he join in?

There was no movement at all, just like a ghost.

At this moment, Duanmu Xun looked at Yan Ming again, and he couldn't help but show a little more surprise.

He felt a mixture of relief and fear in his heart.

Although he was a spirit planter with weak combat power, at least in terms of cultivation realm, he had already entered the level of a great spirit master.

But even so, he didn't even know how this disciple of the Red Line Sect entered the spirit boat and came to the banquet hall.

From this, it can be seen that the terrifying strength level of Mo Li under Master Yan is.

Without even realizing it, he had brought a living person back.

So, it was absolutely the right choice for him to give up Miss Yan and join Master Yan.

Duanmu Xun's mind moved, and he immediately picked up the wine glass and slowly stood up from his seat.

He said with a smile on his face, "I didn't expect that the friend from the Red Line Sect would also abandon the dark and join Master Yan's sect. In the future, we will work together to help Master pass the selection smoothly and get the inheritance of the spiritual power of the sacred tree, and then we can have great hope to enter the virtual realm..."

"Shut up!"

With a low shout, Duanmu Xun was stunned and stopped talking immediately.

He looked at Yan Ming, who had just scolded him, with a look of doubt and a little fear.

At this moment, a man's voice sounded from the side table, with a gentle and calm smile.

"Mr. Duanmu has lived for most of his life, but he still hasn't understood the truth that flattery is too much, and silence is worse than words. If he changes now, I don't know if it's too late."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became dead silent.

Only the chewing and swallowing sounds that sounded again seemed unusually clear at this moment.

"Who are you?"

Yan Ming spoke slowly, his voice as cold as the polar wind.

Hua La La!

Until this time, the few people at the side table seemed to come back to their senses and suddenly found that there was one more person.

Immediately overturned the wooden chair behind him and quickly evacuated to the distance.

The next moment, the gentle man's voice sounded again.

"Aren't you looking for me? Now I'm trapped, saving you a lot of effort. You should be happy, why are you all crying like burning paper at a grave?"

"I'm looking for you..."

"Who are you? Why do you think I should look for you?"

"No, you're the spiritual grain dealer!?"

"I don't like the name of spiritual grain dealer."

Wei Tao raised his head little by little, "I'm above the Xuan realm, a martial arts master."

"Above the Xuan realm, a martial arts master?"

Yan Ming was stunned, and a strange smile gradually appeared at the corner of his lips.

"This is the first time I've heard this name. It really opened my eyes. I saw different people and the different scenery brought by people."

"So, I specifically asked Mo Li to go back and bring you back. How does he do things?"

Wei Tao nodded slightly, "That old guy is really incompetent, so I killed him with one punch. The red and white were all over the floor, and a table of good banquets was wasted."

At this point, he turned his head and looked at the window on one side.

"But after killing him, I still feel a little upset and confused. Fortunately, the weather is good tonight and there are clouds in the sky.

As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is a good time to kill and set fire. That's why I came here specifically to kill and set fire in Master Yan's spiritual boat."

Wei Tao's voice was gentle and calm, quietly flowing in the banquet hall.

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

In addition to confusion, the rest of the expression in their eyes was still confusion.

Whether it was the main table or the secondary table, whether it was the Yan family spiritualist who attended the banquet, or the spiritual plant master who was a guest, they all didn't believe their ears.

A spiritual food vendor, claiming to be a martial arts master, actually said that he killed Mo Li with one punch.

And he also wanted to kill and burn people on the Yan family's spiritual boat.

Such an open fire.

Not even bothering to do a little covering up.

It was simply beyond their imagination.

"In my place, murder and arson!?"

Yan Ming took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The corners of his eyes and lips were trembling slightly.

He lowered his gaze and said without any warning, "Yingyu."

Click! ! !

Without any warning, the curtain wall behind Wei Tao suddenly cracked.

A ray of cold light struck, as if it was going to cut off the orange light.

There is also a lingering spiritual energy lingering on it.

In an instant, he had reached Wei Tao's vital point.

At this moment, Yan Ming narrowed his eyes suddenly.

A scene that surprised him was reflected in his suddenly contracted pupils.

Click!

The powerful cold light suddenly stopped.

It turned into a long knife and stood motionless in mid-air.

But what stopped it from revealing its appearance was just two fingers that were raised at some point.

Senhan's blade was clamped, preventing him from entering any further, like a poisonous snake stuck seven inches.

Yingyu's face was expressionless and she let go and retreated without hesitation.

At the same time, she drew an afterimage with her hands and closed them inward like lightning.

"Wan Ren Zhi Feng!"

Click!

A sudden crisp sound destroyed all Yingyu's efforts.

The fingers that had just clamped the blade opened and let the long knife fall downwards.

Then the arm stretched forward silently, like a snake exploring a cave, and it came first to hold her palms.

In an instant, blood splattered and flesh and blood were separated.

It turned into a shapeless pile of mud.

Yingyu's delicate face was distorted, and she almost fainted from the sudden severe pain.

She tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, staring at the face of the young man in front of her, and even lost consciousness for a moment.

No matter what, I can't figure out why this happens.

One person was able to catch her knife directly with his hand without any damage.

"Compared to the other two spiritualists, your reaction speed is pretty good, but it's just good."

Wei Tao let go of his hand and put her down.

Then in her momentarily horrified gaze, he pulled out the long knife stuck in the floor and slashed her slender white neck.

Plop!

A head was thrown high and fell into the copper pot in the middle of the dining table.

As the boiling soup rises and falls.

"Stewed beauty's head is also a dish."

Wei Tao sighed secretly, "Looking at her reminds me of Bai Youyou and that snowy day in Green Willow Village."

There was dead silence in the room.

Only the copper pot was bubbling.

The steam is rising slowly, seeming to bring with it a real cold murderous intention.

Above the Xuan Realm, a master of martial arts.

Above the mysterious realm, the master of martial arts! ?

At this moment, everyone recalled this sentence again, but no one felt ridiculous or funny anymore. Instead, it was as if they heard the roar of a demon and saw the death scythe that was about to slash down.

He was able to catch the spiritual blade imprinted with spiritual magic with two fingers, and directly took the life of a great spiritual magician, ignoring the powerful spiritual armor.

This is no longer a martial arts master, he is simply the reincarnation of a demon.

Yan Ming's eyes flashed, his hands were hidden in his sleeves, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Then, starting from what she did, let me send you all on the road together."

Wei Tao's voice fell and he slowly took a step forward.

boom! ! !

The entire banquet hall suddenly exploded.

Countless fragments scattered in all directions, creating a blazing flame in the night sky.

Several figures fell from it and fell heavily to the ground.

They struggled to get up and fled frantically in different directions.

But another figure fell from the sky.

Along with the loud roar, a huge deep pit was smashed into the ground.

It also interrupted their escape.

Wei Tao slowly straightened up and looked at Yan Ming not far away.

"You, you can't kill me."

"I am Yan Rong's younger brother, and I am the descendant of the eldest family member of the Yan family."

"You can't kill me, you really can't kill me."

Yan Ming was covered in filth and muttered to himself.

At this moment, Yan Ling's voice suddenly sounded from a distance, and she sounded a little breathless.

"Mr. Wei, please think again."

"Killing Yan Ming is easy, but it is something that affects the whole body."

Wei Tao slowly turned around and looked to one side.

"A single move affects the whole body?"

He was silent for a moment and said expressionlessly, "Why should I only pull one hair? He should be just an appetizer. The only way to truly and thoroughly solve the problem is to move directly towards his whole body."