sun devour

Chapter 32

The khaki palm was printed on the young man's back, and the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was blown away. In mid-air, a trace of remorse flashed in the young man's eyes, which were immediately filled with extreme anger, and his pupils were bloodshot.

"Huh...huh..." Yan Wenhan bent over, panting uncontrollably, looking at the fallen figure in the distance, his brows were furrowed.

Trembling, Yu Xiaojie stood up a little shaky, his face twitching uncontrollably, looking a little grim.

"Ahem..." Holding his chest and coughing up the congested blood, Yu Xiaojie felt better.

"It's still too careless..." With a low sigh, Yu Xiaojie straightened up, letting the blood rush through his body, the numbness and pain were quickly taken away, replaced by endless power!

"You..." Yan Wenhan was extremely astonished, turned around and fled.

"Do you think you still have a chance?" The young man's plain voice sounded in his ears, but it was like a thunderbolt in Yan Wenhan's ears.

"Bang!" Yu Xiaojie was not polite, and punched Yan Wenhan on the back with his backhand. "Crack!" There was a crisp bone sound.

"Puchi..." Blood spilled out, and Yan Wenhan fell to the ground, breathing like gossamer.

Yu Xiaojie looked indifferent, walked forward, and threw down the whip with one leg, blood gushed out again, this time he was indeed dead and couldn't die anymore.

A generation has fallen!
"Huh..." With a suffocating breath, Yu Xiaojie coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood again, his heart was extremely cold, and he could not have the slightest bit of sympathy and soft-heartedness when dealing with the enemy!
Wufeng Mountain, on Qinglan Peak...

Yi Potian opened the door, stretched his waist, and found Yu Xiaojie standing not far from the door, stunned, and walked over.

"I'm looking for you, where have you been? I haven't seen you for two days."

"Master." Yu Xiaojie bowed slightly to Yi Potian before saying, "I'm going down the mountain."

"En? Going down the mountain?" Yi Potian was taken aback, not understanding what was going on.

"The Yan family... I will kill those two people!"

"Oh, if you kill him, you will kill him. Even Yan Wenhan would not dare to come to you." Yi Potian thought that Yu Xiaojie had just killed two members of Yan's family, so he waved his hand indifferently.

"Yan Wenhan is dead too!" Thinking of the second elder of the Yan family, a cold light flashed in Yu Xiaojie's eyes.

"If you die, you die... Uh... what did you say?" Yi Potian still had a calm expression on his face, and then he hiccupped, a little astonished, and asked uncertainly.

"Yan Wenhan and Yan Wenchi are dead!"

"What! The two of them...who did it!" This was no less than a spring thunder, and Yi Potian was a little dizzy from the blast. How could the two innates die just because they died.

"I!"

"You?!" Yi Potian suddenly felt that his mind was not enough, his pupils widened, and looking at Yu Xiaojie was like looking at a monster.

"Impossible! How can you be the opponent of the two of them? Even I dare not say that you can win Yan Wenhan, and you only gathered pills. How is it possible..." Immediately, Yi Potian shook his head violently, he could feel Yu Xiaojie didn't have that innate aura.

Looking at the indifferent young man in front of him, Yi Potian gradually calmed down. He knew that Yu Xiaojie couldn't lie, but an acquired young man killed two innate ones, and one of them was a mid-level one. He was not far from a strong man, which made him unable to accept it all at once.

After some understanding, Yi Potian learned what had happened, raised his head and let out a long sigh, feeling extremely melancholy in his heart, the opponent who had been fighting all the time, just ended up with his disciple, which made him feel so embarrassing.

The main peak of Wufeng Mountain...

Because what Yu Xiaojie killed was not someone else, but a peak master of Wufeng Mountain, Yi Potian felt a little upset about this, so he had to bring Yu Xiaojie to the main peak to meet the sect master Yun Zhenyue, and begged him to make a decision.

At the top of the peak, a waterfall flows down, like the Milky Way hanging upside down. Beside this waterfall, a wooden house stands not far away. One old and one young come up from the peak, stand by the waterfall, and stop.

"It's an obstacle... come in..." Yun Zhenyue's long voice came from the wooden house.

The interior of the wooden house is very simple, with a bed, a table, four stools, a set of tea sets and an incense burner on the table, with green smoke floating slowly, the old man sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Master..." The two came in and saluted the old man respectfully.

"En...sit..." The old man looked indifferent, waved his long sleeves, got up, sat down at the table, and motioned for the two to sit down too.

"Sect Master, I have something to tell you." The two did not dare to sit down, Yi Potian took half a step forward, bowed and said.

"Oh...Speaking of it..." Yun Zhenyue looked indifferent, poured a cup of hot tea on his own, and slowly sipped it.

"That... cough cough... Yan Wenhan of Qingyan Peak... is dead." Yi Potian looked at Yun Zhenyue and said anxiously.

"En?! Dead?" The teacup paused slightly, Yun Zhenyue looked at Yi Potian, puzzled flashed in his eyes, he was naturally aware of the conflicts between the peak masters, because this is what he wanted, Only in this way can there be competition, but it will not go to the point of killing each other.

"I killed it!" Seeing Yi Potian's embarrassment, Yu Xiaojie said.

"You?!" His eyes turned to Yu Xiaojie, Yun Zhenyue's eyes flashed brightly, and he sized him up again, but he didn't find the slightest sign of becoming a congenital.

Seeing Yun Zhenyue's expression of disbelief, Yu Xiaojie stretched out his hand indifferently, and slowly clenched it, "呵呵..." Yu Xiaojie's palm trembled slightly due to the tyrannical force, and the surrounding space seemed a little unbearable Stop, and make a "呲呲" sound, which is shocking.

"This!" Pupils widened suddenly, Yun Zhenyue was moved, this kind of pure power has definitely reached the innate level!Shaking his head lightly, he couldn't help murmuring: "It's unbelievable...it's unbelievable, the postmortem posture has an innate aura! Is this the power of pure flesh?!"

"Ahem... sect master, Xiaojie is actually not cultivating meridians..." Looking at Yun Zhenyue who was a little dazed, Yi Potian said softly.

"Not cultivating meridians?" Yun Zhenyue became even more puzzled, unable to understand what the pair of master and apprentice were trying to say.

"Xiaojie cultivated blood..." As he said that, Yi Potian glanced at Yu Xiaojie who had a calm face. When he remembered that Yu Xiaojie cultivated blood, his heart couldn't calm down. , he can also hold spiritual power, what a monster!

"Bloodline?!" Yun Zhenyue couldn't be calm anymore, he stood up with a "huh" with excitement in his voice.

After some pulse checking, Yun Zhenyue withdrew his divine thoughts, his hands trembled slightly, and he sat down in a daze, his lips parted and closed. At this moment, he really wanted to shout, "Monster!" What kind of spiritual power is the energy?It can actually devour people's minds, it can even make him feel palpitations.

Seeing Yun Zhenyue whose eyes kept flickering as if stimulated, Yi Potian raised the corners of his mouth without a trace, and disappeared immediately, regaining his composure.

(End of this chapter)