Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 219 The Battle of the Refining Workshop (14)
On the avenue, three horse-drawn carriages galloped towards them, but suddenly, several war horses hissed miserably, and they all broke free from the reins, and disappeared into the jungle in a blink of an eye.

The carriage stopped instantly, and the groom on the carriage and everyone else stood up one after another. The leading groom was a strong man of the fourth level of the earth, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Brothers, stop! Hmph, someone is visiting our convoy Already!"

Directly ahead, a young man in Tsing Yi wore a red mask on his face, looking at the convoy guards coldly, his eyes were full of disdain and anger.

In the forest behind the young man, Zengxuan was also very angry. Looking at his broken sleeve, he clenched his fist tightly: "Hmph, Ye Yang, a little bastard, actually used my old lady's sleeve as a face scarf, and he must be brutally slaughtered when he turns around!" Drop him!"

……

"Hey, kid, are you courting death?"

A groom stepped forward, held an ax and slashed down in the air, a trace of fire appeared on the edge of the battle axe. Although this groom was only at the second level of the earth, he was considered a good hand in the city.

But I never thought that Ye Yang just waved his hand casually, and a burst of flames flew by, the groom let out a scream, and even his arm and the battle ax were burned to ashes in an instant!
What kind of cultivation is this!
"Ah ah ah..."

Amidst the terrifying howls, the groom fell down and flew away, and crawled on the ground in a state of embarrassment towards the second carriage, begging: "Honorable One, Higher One, help me..."

In the carriage, icy air overflowed, and a cold voice came: "Useless thing, go to hell!"

I saw a bone-like arm stretched out, lightly tapped on the groom's forehead, and the extremely tyrannical frost element immediately engulfed the groom's body, and the next moment, with a crisp "bang", the groom shattered like an ice sculpture When it landed, the flesh and blood were turned into ice, and the death was horrible.

Ye Yang was a little startled, he never thought that there were such experts among the people escorting this convoy, it seems that there must be very rare treasures in this convoy!
In the carriage, an old man in black robe slowly fell down, with icy air between five fingers like dead branches. It was the person who killed the groom just now, and Ye Yang knew this person!

"Frost Venerable!"

Ye Yang's heart trembled, he didn't expect to meet him here, last time he was imprisoned in the cold wind ice cave, the Frost Venerable came to kill him and was scared away by Qin Fang's soul, but now he met him here, Sure enough, the enemy's road is narrow!
Venerable Frost is a powerhouse of the seventh level of the earth. He cultivates ice power that is as famous as the power of fire god. He was originally a member of the water god clan, but he came to the fire god clan to serve him for unknown reasons.

Ye Yang raised his head, looked proudly at Venerable Frost, his eyes were full of anger, this Venerable Frost was a watchdog in front of Peng Feng's gate, if he was killed, Peng Feng would feel like a severed arm, this is Ye Yang Very happy to see the results.

"Wow..."

The iron fist was clenched tightly, and the Vulcan power surged up one after another, Ye Yang's anger could not be suppressed at all.

(End of this chapter)