The night wind, with a thick chill, whistled across the sky, and the air was in a frozen state in this messy square.

Countless eyes converged on the young man's figure in the center of the square. The young man was holding a bone spear, and the demonic aura was permeated all over his body, and the blood of the demon like a king in the world fluctuated, rippling all over the audience, making people palpitate.

Looking at Xie Qian's corpse, which was already stiffened under his feet, Chu Ling's eyes flashed with a touch of cold demonic color, and the body of the spear twitched, bringing out a puff of scarlet blood mist, and the smell of blood in the air suddenly became a little stronger.

The Demon Jiao Bone Spear was raised, and the tip of the spear with a cold glow pointed to the opposite side, and the people of the Blood Knife Hall and the Lei family who were standing there suddenly had no blood on their faces, and even many people screamed silently. Immediately, the crowd fled in all directions like a hornet that had exploded its nest. Under the crushing of absolute strength, the number of people has lost its meaning.

In fact, if all these people rushed forward without fear of death, even Chu Ling would have to flee in the wilderness, after all, the current Chu Ling's real state is also a strong outsider. The mystical power in the body is almost exhausted, and the spiritual power is also extremely depleted. However, those people now have been frightened and have no fighting spirit.

For example, in a small cultivation force like the Blood Knife Hall, there is no loyalty at all, and the methods of Xie Qian's rule on weekdays are just high-pressure policies. Now that Xie Qian is dead, who will give up their lives for him?

Looking at the people who were scattering and fleeing, Chu Ling's eyes narrowed, and then his gaze fell on that Lei Lie's body. Others can escape, but that thunder must die!

Chu Ling's spear body was raised, his breath locked on the thunder that was fleeing in front of him, and on the tip of Senbai's spear, a sharp spear was about to come out. But at this moment, his complexion changed suddenly, his arm swept fiercely, and a wisp of spear burst out, pointing directly at the sky in the other direction.

"Whew!"

The sharp spear burst out of the air, and in the void pointed to by the gun, a palm appeared, and with such a slight grip, the extremely powerful spear was directly blocked.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou don't have to be nervous, the old man has no malice. A faint laugh sounded, Chu Ling looked at it, and behind the palm, a figure slowly emerged. It was an old man dressed in gray, with a gray beard, and he looked quite old, but in his eyes, there was a glittering light, which was fascinating. In particular, the fluctuation of the Xuan Power that rippled around his body made Chu Ling's heart tremble fiercely.

Danhai Realm!

Chu Ling's eyes couldn't help but flicker, and he took a step back vigilantly. A powerhouse of this level, to put it mildly, is not in good shape now, even if he is in good condition, he is definitely not his opponent.

This gray-clothed old man who suddenly appeared was not comparable to Xie Qian's half-hanging, half-step Danhai realm.

Looking at Chu Ling with a guarded face, the gray-clothed old man smiled slightly, his demeanor was extraordinarily kind, and he couldn't see any hostility. Immediately, he heard the voice and said: "Don't worry, Xiaoyou, I said that there is no malice." ”

As the words fell, the old man's palm waved in another direction at will, and suddenly a desperate scream sounded. Chu Ling looked at it, and Lei Lie, who was fleeing for his life, his whole body was like being slapped on his body by an invisible big hand, and it directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and there was no corpse dead.

"Xiaoyou, you can rest assured this time, right?" said the gray-clothed old man as he looked at Chu Ling with a smile.

Chu Ling did not relax his vigilance because of the old man's actions, frowned, and then said in a deep voice: "The senior appeared, I don't know what happened?"

Chu Ling didn't think that this dignified Danhai Realm powerhouse would run out for no reason and show any kindness to himself.

Hearing this, a different color suddenly flashed in the eyes of the old man in gray, and the reaction of this little guy was quite agile. Immediately, he nodded with a smile, and his figure slowly fell from mid-air, but he didn't get too close to Chu Ling, obviously not wanting Chu Ling to have any misunderstanding.

"Little friend, can you talk about it?" said the gray-clothed old man with a smile after falling to the ground.

Taking a deep look at the gray-clothed old man, Chu Ling groaned for a while, then put away the bone spear, and dispersed along with the Peerless Heavenly Shadow Array.

In the face of a real Danhai Realm powerhouse, his methods are useless at all, and he may not even be able to escape. In this case, there is no need to do such useless work.

Seeing Chu Ling's actions, the smile on the face of the gray-clothed old man became more intense and kind, and he nodded slightly.

"Old man Cui Yan is the steward of Baiqiao Pavilion, I don't know what to call Xiaoyou?" said Cui Yan, the old man in gray, looking at Chu Ling with a smile.

Hearing Cui Yan's words, Chu Ling's face suddenly moved, and the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly. On the way here, Ye Sheng had introduced the situation in Qingliu Town and even Los Angeles to Chu Ling in detail.

Baiqiao Pavilion is one of the large-scale cultivation forces in Los Angeles, with a profound heritage and huge strength. The Blood Knife Hall was nothing compared to it. This gray-clothed old man turned out to be the steward of Baiqiao Pavilion, and his status was quite not low. At least in the vicinity of Los Angeles, it can be said that he is a very important person.

"Kid Cangtian Martial Pavilion disciple, Chu Ling. Chu Ling clenched his fists and said with a humble or arrogant expression.

"Disciple of the Heavenly Martial Pavilion?" Cui Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately nodded. "No wonder, it turned out to be a disciple of the Cangtian Martial Pavilion. ”

"Chu Ling Xiaoyou, the old man was just about to go out on errands, and he happened to pass by here. Cui Yan said slowly, obviously explaining to Chu Ling why he was here.

Chu Ling bowed slightly, did not speak, and listened to the following.

"The old man saw just now that Chu Ling Xiaoyou used to fight against Xie Qian's Xuan Array just now, the quality should be a second-grade high-grade Xuan Pattern Formation, right?" Cui Yan looked at Chu Ling and asked.

"Yes. Chu Ling nodded honestly and did not deny it. This Cui Yan had obviously seen the battle between himself and Xie Qian just now, and this matter could not be denied at all.

After Cui Yan got the answer, a look of excitement flashed on his face, and he immediately groaned for a while, and then said slowly: "The old man took the liberty of asking, is that Xuan Array arranged by Xiaoyou himself, or is it a scroll carved in advance?"

Using the Xuan Array to fight the enemy does not mean that he is a formation master. For example, in the Xuanwu realm, Chen Hua of the Chen family used the scroll carved in advance and took it out directly to use.

When Chu Ling heard this, his face moved slightly, his eyes looked at Cui Yan, and he groaned for a while, and then said, "It was carved by the kid himself." ”

Chu Ling's words made Cui Yan's eyes suddenly flash with a vibrating taste. "So, Xiaoyou is a second-grade high-level formation master?"