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What's more, the middle-aged scribe and the burly man have been fighting for a long time, and the flexible consumption must be very huge, and Chen Yang is in very good condition at this time, full of spiritual power, and the winning chance will undoubtedly be three points bigger. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

Thinking of spiritual power, Chen Yang patted the storage bag while flying, and with a flip of his palm, a cyan jade bottle appeared in his hand, which was the jade bottle that had held a thousand years of spiritual ruin.

This thing is too precious, and Chen Yang has not been willing to use a drop over the years.

Holding the jade bottle in his hand, Chen Yang's face showed a slight hesitation, but when he thought of facing a middle-aged scribe, a powerful enemy that he had only seen in his life, he immediately threw the reluctance in his heart away.

Chen Yang opened the cork, brought the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, and poured a large mouthful, no less than thirty or forty drops, carefully manipulating the spiritual power to envelop these thousand-year-old spirits in it and swallow it into his stomach.

Then, he put away the jade bottle, and slammed the black cloak, and the black mangs shot out, and soon returned to the hall.

As soon as Chen Yang's sunlight swept away, the situation in the hall was in full view.

The monk surnamed Yan was lying in a pool of blood, the blood under his body was gushing out incessantly, although his body still trembled a few times occasionally, but it was not far from death.

The middle-aged scribe had already put away his pale green shield at this time, driving the silver Falun to attack like a cat.

The burly man had a bloodless face, his hair was scattered, and his left arm was broken at the elbow, and he was struggling to support it.

When the two saw Chen Yang reappear, different expressions appeared on their faces.

The middle-aged scribe's face changed slightly, and then he showed a thoughtful expression, but he quickly calmed down, and only stepped up the momentum of the attack.

The burly man was like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, his eyes flashed with ecstasy, and he shouted hoarsely: "Yang Daoyou, you came back just in time." Just help me kill this fang. The relics of the ancient monks here are presented with both hands!"

However, Chen Yang's appearance after he arrived made the burly man's heart sink, and his eyes were filled with despair like falling into an ice cellar.

I saw that Chen Yang turned a blind eye to the burly man's words for help, and looked coldly at the two people fighting in the field, but took two steps back, hugged Xiong with both hands, leaned against the stone wall, and actually watched leisurely.

"You surnamed Yang can't be saved if you die now. He won't let you go, and you won't die well!" the burly man cursed angrily, gritting his teeth.

When Chen Yang heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he immediately lowered his eyelids, and he had nothing to do with a dying person.

The middle-aged scribe laughed, and a green light several feet high suddenly appeared on his body, and when he opened his mouth, a ball of cyan essence sprayed onto the silver Falun, and then there were words in his mouth!

After a blur in the sound of the magic formula, the silver Falun conjured up more than ten identical Falun out, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, paused slightly, and drew an unpredictable trajectory from all sides, in the frightened gaze of the burly man, they all hit his body, killing the burly man on the spot!

The middle-aged scribe who killed the burly man turned around abruptly, facing Chen Yang, the earth-shattering momentum on his body was unrestrained, and his eyes looked Chen Yang up and down coldly.

Chen Yang's face became solemn and patted the storage bag, a small shield appeared and shone with a faint black luster, and with a flick of the sleeves of his robe, five small red spearfish swam out and surrounded him.

The middle-aged scribe didn't care about Chen Yang's actions, looked at it for a while, and said in a cold tone: "Hey, the kid surnamed Yang, seeing that this seat is not in a hurry to escape, he actually dares to sneak back." You're not a little daring!"

"The predecessor is a master of the Jindan period. As for the juniors' little tricks, where can they escape from the palms of the seniors!" Chen Yang said expressionlessly.

"Oh, I can't tell. You're still a little self-aware. The courage is not bad, but it really has an appetite for this seat. This seat is also a person who loves talents, if you study and worship under this seat, it is okay to spare your life. When the middle-aged scribe heard Chen Yang's words, his face softened, and he said unexpectedly.

"Is this really true for seniors?" Chen Yang pretended to be happy, and his heart moved, it seemed that the spiritual power consumption of middle-aged scribes was more strict than he imagined, otherwise, he would not have resorted to such a delaying tactic.

"Hmph, what kind of identity is this seat, how can you not believe in a junior?" the middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, and his displeasure was very obvious.

"But the junior just killed the senior's nephew, so that," Chen Yang said as if he still had some doubts.

"Haha, so you're worried about this. Don't worry, it's just a nephew, and if you kill it, you will kill it. If he is so ineffective, it is useless to keep him. The middle-aged scribe said indifferently, as if he really didn't care at all.

Chen Yang's face changed when he heard this, although he didn't intend to worship this person, but seeing the middle-aged scribe's indifference to the death of his master and nephew, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"But if you study and worship under the door of this seat, your position will be completely different. This seat has never accepted disciples, so it will naturally value you very much. Even the magic weapon pill here, you can choose a few!" Seeing that Chen Yang's face changed, the middle-aged scribe guessed what he was thinking, and looked at the ancient monk's relics in the dark grid with some reluctance, and added with some heartache.

Chen Yang was silent, as if he was carefully weighing the pros and cons, and the middle-aged scribe was not in a hurry, he didn't believe in such conditions, and the other party didn't agree.

"The seniors love each other, and the younger generations should naturally agree. But the juniors have already worshiped the master, and they can only be ashamed of their kindness to the seniors! Why don't you do this, the juniors swear by their own inner demons that they will never tell outsiders about this?" Chen Yang pondered for a while, raised his head and said slowly.

"Demon Oath, well, I've killed enough people today. For the sake of your kid who is very good about this seat, as long as you study and make an oath of demons, and then leave the storage bag, you can get out!" The middle-aged scribe heard Chen Yang's words, hesitated slightly, and then nodded in agreement.

Chen Yang was surprised, thought for a while, and suddenly chuckled.

"Boy, what's so funny? My patience is limited. The middle-aged scribe's heart suddenly burst into his heart, and he said in a solemn voice. After saying that, he nodded the silver Falun on his head with one hand, and the silver Falun suddenly buzzed.

"Hehe, seniors don't have to bluff anymore. Presumably, there is not much spiritual power left of the predecessors now. Otherwise, how could he let go of the juniors lightly?" Chen Yang smiled slightly and said lightly.

When the Middle Eastern scribe heard Chen Yang's words, Yan was surprisingly not furious, but looked at Chen Yang with a strange eye and said, "Very good, very good. You kid is bold and careful, and you are really a good beauty and jade talent, if it weren't for the important matter, this seat would never allow the matter of the ancient monk's relics to leak out, but I really want to spare your life!"

"The seniors are still worried about themselves. Chen Yang said with a solemn face, and the Five Fire God Flame Fork let out a few cheers, leaping and trying.

"Hahaha. You kid really think you've got it. Yes, the loss of spiritual power at this time is indeed very heavy. But if you just get out of it, it's no problem. When this seat recovers its spiritual power, it will definitely crush your bones and scatter ashes, and you will be pumped to refine your soul!" the middle-aged scribe laughed loudly in the sky, and then said in a cold voice.

Chen Yang's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to be worried about it at all, and looked towards the side of the hall with great meaning.

Following Chen Yang's gaze, the middle-aged scribe also tilted his head slightly, and then a look of panic appeared in his eyes, although he immediately covered up the past, but Chen Yang had been secretly paying attention, how could he hide it?

Seeing this, Chen Yang was determined, knowing that what he had expected was good, and at the same time, he secretly said that he was lucky, if he hadn't accidentally discovered the abnormality of the waterhole before, and noticed that the middle-aged scribe had looked at the situation there several times, the next shape would probably be very unoptimistic.

"Hehe, if the seniors want to get out, it is naturally as easy as a snap. And after the seniors recovered their spiritual power, the younger generations were indeed powerless to resist. However, aren't the seniors afraid that the juniors will destroy the seniors' plans by breaking the net?" Chen Yang said with a smile, and the threat in his words was fully revealed.

"Hmph, what's the big plan? What if the ancient monk's relics here are temporarily given to you? When this seat is out of this place of absolute spirits, where can you escape? Kill you, aren't these relics all in the pocket of this seat?" The middle-aged scribe's face remained unchanged, and he snorted coldly.

"Oh, that's a junior guessed wrong. In this way, the younger generation has no choice. I can only wait here to die. Chen Yang nodded, said casually, and then shook his figure, and actually let go of the passage behind him, and floated towards the corner of the hall, the direction of the small pool.

"Impossible? The prohibition here is extremely wonderful, how can it be seen through without the divine sense of the Jindan period?" The middle-aged scribe's face finally changed, and his tone was full of disbelief.

Chen Yang looked at the middle-aged scribe coldly, without saying a word, and his heart was also extremely nervous. He also didn't have much confidence in his own methods. If the value of the unknown grass by the cold pool was not enough for the middle-aged scribe to take the risk, then he could only try his luck to see if he could escape.

The middle-aged scribe stood in place, his face was uncertain, and his gaze staring at Chen Yang was extremely unkind, eager to use his gaze to dismantle this hateful kid.

Depending on the situation, if you go out of the land of the absolute spirit and recover your spiritual power first, your surname is Yang Xiao

I'm afraid I'm going to really do something like that. However, the prohibition there is quite wonderful against the divine sense, but the defense is very average, and it can't resist it for long.

But if you just let go of the kid surnamed Yang, how can you be willing? Not to mention, this little one

The son will not be relieved, and he may have to put forward some conditions that he is unwilling to accept. @。

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