The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy

After a while, this beauty who had closed the moon recovered, and her voice couldn't help sighing with emotion.

"Is it."

Ye Ling glanced at it indifferently, "It's just a leather bag."

"But a good skin bag will add a lot of points.

At least the first impression will be good.”

"That's right."

Ye Ling heard the words and nodded.

As a high-level villain, how can you see the problem with those... low-level people.

Not to mention having a good face, the heroine is much more relaxed.

Thinking like this, Ye Ling got up and prepared to go down.

"By the way, there may be other saints coming this time."

"No, I'm afraid they also know that it's shameful to come, so they won't come."

"Ah"

Ye Ling heard the words and shook her head.

He originally planned that if someone came to make trouble, he would just be able to slap his face and earn a wave of villain points by the way.

But I didn't expect those people to be so easily cowardly.

Then forget it.

Ye Ling strolled into the table, nodding to the guests along the way, and complimented them and the horses.

These are all good pieces, and they may be used at some point.

After all, Ye Ling never felt that anyone was useless, although he always called others 'ants' and 'ants', but that was just a strategic contempt.

As a qualified villain and behind-the-scenes chess player, making the best use of everything is his most correct choice.

With these thoughts, Ye Ling was about to enter the main hall.

But the next moment, his action was... a stagnation.

'Found the protagonist, please pay attention to the host!' The prompt sound from the system made Ye Ling, who was still smiling, froze.

But soon he recovered, his face was still full of smiles, but his eyes swept across the audience inadvertently.

There are a lot of people! The people who came to congratulate, plus the people they carried, add up to the number of thousands.

But after Ye Ling's eyes swept across the audience, he instantly locked on a person.

The reason is very simple.... This person's soul is not right, as if it was cut out of thin air and then reconnected by another huge soul... This is naturally no problem in the eyes of other people, but in Ye Ling In the eyes of this person with a ghost body, it was too obvious.

"Cultivation is the seventh level for mortals... It's really weak and pitiful."

Do you want to wipe away the coldness in Ye Ling's eyes.

But then he remembered that this was his own royal banquet, and others were here to congratulate him. If he did it for no reason, it was nothing.

So he restrained his killing intent and just remembered the identity of the other party, but he didn't stop at his feet...

Zhang Qixing watched Ye Ling disappear at the door of the main hall, a heart that touched his throat finally let go.

"There is indeed a problem."

"I remember that in the Xuantian Holy Land in the previous life, in addition to... Prince Changge, there was also a Great Flame King Xiao Zhi who fought against him. Both of them were a generation of geniuses, and they fought with each other endlessly."

"But now, Xiao Zhi has become a wanted criminal in Xuantian Holy Land"

Thinking of this, Zhang Qixing couldn't help frowning tightly.

He recalled the feeling just now, and his heart pounded again.

"And... Absolutely, he must have been looking at me just now!"

"The induction of the celestial disk, if I continue to stay here, there will be great murder!"

"No, I have to find a way to get out."

Thinking of this, Zhang Qixing couldn't care that this time it was from 1.

2. The opportunity that my father fought hard for himself, even if he found a reason to leave.

In this regard, the disciples of Xuantian Holy Land did not care.

After all, many people just came to congratulate and left.

It's just that those... most of them are high-level forces, who don't want to stay longer, and people like Zhang Qixing who were born in a small town with a low cultivation base are... the first.

But what does this mean? So when Ye Ling noticed Zhang Qixing again, he found that the other party had already disappeared.

Even after searching for souls for thousands of miles, I couldn't find any trace of the other party.

This made him roughly understand that this time he probably encountered a 'running' type protagonist.

Then... let's see if you can escape from my Five Fingers Mountain.