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"Lin Ping and the people of the Resentful Spirit Sect have come to meet Sect Master Chen Xuan of the Demon Sound Sect!"

Just as Ding Hao was thinking to himself, he heard Lin Ping's loud shouts in the sky above the Demon Sound Sect. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With a low snort, Ding Hao's face was displeased, and his face changed slightly: "Lin Ping!"

With a light "huh", Fan Yichen checked the words and said, "What do you have to do with Lin Ping, how did this kind of character get into your eyes?"

Ding Hao glanced at Fan Yichen and didn't answer, but walked towards the outside of the wing.

As soon as Fan Yichen saw Ding Hao's movements, he hurriedly removed the prohibition in the wing, followed behind Ding Hao, and went out together.

A moment later, Ding Hao and Fan Yichen, mixed with the disciples of the Demon Yin Sect, came to the mountain gate of the Demon Yin Sect.

Lin Ping, who was short and sturdy, with more than thirty people from the Resentful Spirit Sect, stood proudly in front of the mountain gate of the Demon Yin Sect, and his expression was not good.

Looking up, he found that except for Lin Ping, there were no other masters in the merge period. Among the people who came, there were five people in the distraction period, twelve people in the out-of-body period, and the rest were all in the primordial infant stage.

These strengths are not even comparable to those sects that are attached to the Wuji Demon Sect, let alone compared to the Wuji Demon Sect that is now in full swing!

But if the strength of these people comes to deal with the Demon Sound Sect, it is enough, and it is completely possible to destroy the Demon Sound Sect.

In the Demon Yin Sect, except for the sect leader Chen Xuannai, who is in the late stage of distraction, Wang Zheng is not in the middle stage of distraction, and Shang Zirong and Ruan Qingyi are only in the early stage of distraction. Other than that, there are no more masters on the side.

It was precisely like this, that the sect leader of the Demon Sound Sect, Chen Xuan, had a pale face, but there were faint traces of sweat on his forehead, and he was obviously scared in his heart. On the contrary, Lin Ping looked arrogant. The few people who came with him also looked arrogant, and they all laughed murderously.

But if you are afraid, you always need to say what you need to say, and it is exactly like this, Chen Xuan looked at Lin Ping and pondered: "Sect Master Lin brought the masters of the sect to our Demon Sound Sect. I don't know what's going on?"

"Haha" laughed loudly, Lin Ping's short and sturdy body trembled for a while, and after laughing, he said coldly: "What is the matter with this sect, you should ask the girl Ruan Qingyi in your sect?"

Ruan Qingyi's expression froze, looked at Chen Xuan, and said, "Tsing Yi has already said it just now, please be the sect master!"

Chen Xuan's face was heavy. He looked straight at Lin Ping and said, "Sect Master Lin, as the sect master of the Resentful Spirit Sect, actually did such a ridiculous thing, and even came to our Demon Sound Sect in front of Yan?"

Hearing Chen Xuan say this, Lin Ping laughed wildly again. Then he said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, hand over the kid that Ruan Qingyi saved, and then you let Tsing Yi leave with the body forging technique and the sect." This sect can guarantee that not a single hair of your Demon Sound Sect will be moved, otherwise today will be the day of the destruction of your Demon Sound Sect!"

Speaking of which. Lin Ping paused and said, "Originally, this sect also spent spars, and the entrusting merchant Zirong wanted to settle it peacefully. It's a pity that the girl in Tsing Yi doesn't give face to this sect, since this is the case, she can only make this decision!"

The entire Demon Sound Sect was all frightened at this time, including the sect leader Chen Xuan, all of them were worried in their hearts. In the face of a strong force. Lin Ping's gang of fierce gods and evil, there is no way to think about it.

"Give you a stick of incense time to think about it!" Lin Ping laughed wildly.

As soon as these words fell, Chen Xuan, who had just been holding on, had a gloomy face. But his heart moved, and he hurriedly turned around to search for Fan Yichen's footprints.

After Chen Xuan saw Fan Yichen, he hurriedly greeted him, bowed down and said, "Ask Elder Fan to be the master of this sect!"

With Chen Xuan's movements, Lin Ping, who was laughing, finally noticed Fan Yichen in the crowd. I couldn't help but have a stiff face. The smile stopped.

He also hurriedly walked in front of Fan Yichen and saluted respectfully. He said, "I didn't expect this sect to see Elder Fan, the last time I met Elder Fan, it was fifty years ago!"

Fan Yichen suddenly regained his arrogant expression, nodded slightly at Lin Ping, and said, "Sect Master Lin, don't come unharmed!"

Then he glanced at Ding Hao, and then said: "Originally, it was inconvenient for Xiao Lao'er to ask about the matter of the two of you. But Xiao Lao'er and Wang Hao fell in love at first sight, and Wang Hao was rescued by Elder Ruan, so Xiao Lao'er wanted to ask Sect Master Lin to sell Xiao Lao'er a thin noodle?"

"Elder Fan, please speak?" Lin Ping said respectfully.

A treacherous smile flashed in Fan Yichen's eyes, "Let's haw, let's chirp" took two puffs of dry tobacco, and then exhaled a long breath of mist before saying: "In this way, you find an opponent with the same cultivation and fight with Wang Hao alone, if Wang Hao wins, you give the Demon Yin Sect another month to consider."

Otherwise, if you come here again in three days, by then the little old man will no longer be in the Demon Yin Sect, and he won't be able to see it! What does Sect Master Lin think?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone had strange faces.

Ding Hao was seriously injured, and everyone knew it in their hearts. With such strength, compared to the same cultivation masters of the Resentful Spirit Sect, it was undoubtedly a matter of death for Lin Ping. And Fan Yichen said that he fell in love with Ding Hao at first sight, but he still did this, which made Lin Ping not know what to think.

And only Ding Hao knows that the cultivation he is showing now is in the late Yuan Infant period, but Fan Yichen knows his true strength. There was only one way to do this—he wanted to see how badly he had been hurt!

"When does Elder Fan have the right to take charge of the affairs of the lower ground!" Ding Hao snorted coldly, staring at Fan Yichen and asked.

But Fan Yichen didn't look at Ding Hao, he lowered his head and smoked a dry cigarette, and his thin old face smiled treacherously.

Regarding the matter between Fan Yichen and Ding Hao, Lin Ping looked at it, but felt inexplicable, and then laughed loudly: "Since Elder Fan has spoken, this sect dares to disagree!"

beckoned to pull a late-stage cultivator with a blue face, Lin Ping said in a low voice: "Zhang Bing, you will be measured later, don't hurt that Wang Hao!"

Zhang Bing, whose face was bruised, was puzzled: "I know this, but do I want to lose or win?"

Lin Ping groaned for a moment and said in a low voice: "Later, you will look at my eyes and act!"

Zhang Bing nodded in default, strode into the middle of the field, a medium-grade flying sword had already begun to swing in his hand, staring straight at Ding Hao, he didn't dare to be arrogant, and said in a deep voice: "Please Wang Hao Daoyou advise!"

Looking at the medium-grade flying sword in his hand, and the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, Ding Hao intuitively laughed and laughed, shaking his head and not knowing what to say.

And Ruan Qingyi didn't know when, he had already come behind Ding Hao, gently pulled Ding Hao's sleeve, and when Ding Hao looked back, he said with gloomy eyes: "You admit defeat, you are so seriously injured, don't be reckless!"

Originally, Ding Hao didn't plan to appear, and fighting with such a person in his own identity was simply an insult to his position as the sect leader of the Wuji Demon Sect. But when he saw Ruan Qingyi looking like this, he couldn't help but change his mind.

Glancing coldly at Fan Yichen, who was still bowing his head and smoking a dry cigarette, Ding Hao said lightly: "Elder Fan is like this, I remember it!"

Fan Yichen didn't seem to hear Ding Hao's words at all, and looked down at the ground, as if suddenly the flat ground contained a lot of fun!

And Ding Hao snorted lightly, pushed aside Ruan Qingyi and grabbed his arm, his body shook, and he fell into the arena, without even saying hello, he grabbed Zhang Bing like a flash.

Zhang Bing's face changed slightly, as if he didn't expect Ding Hao to be seriously injured, and he could be so fast.

Even Lin Ping, the sect leader of the Resentful Spirit Sect, was obviously surprised.

When he was in the mountain spring just now, Lin Ping was entangled by the shadow shadow, and he didn't notice Ding Hao's speed, and when he saw Ding Hao's speed at this time, he remembered that he had just gotten rid of the obstacle of the black shadow, and when he was chasing Ding Hao and the others, why he didn't even find a trace.

Ding Hao, who came to the lightning, laughed fiercely, and two beating demon flames, one purple and one red, rose from each of his left and right hands, pulling out long sparks. Like a meteor falling rapidly in the sky, it drags a long broom-like brilliant colored light.

Ding Hao was soaked in the two icy and blazing springs in the mountain spring, and felt that the power of the Xuanbing Demon Flame Determination had increased a little, although due to the great loss of the true element, he couldn't see the power for a while.

But judging from his current several attack techniques, only Xuanbing Demon Yan can definitely play the greatest role, and in order not to let Fan Yichen see anything, Ding Hao planned to take Zhang Bing's life with one blow, so he immediately used this skill.

First, the purple demon flame pulsed towards Zhang Bing, and then followed by the red demon flame, the extremely cold and hot temperature, which made Zhang Bing no longer dare to consider whether he needed to keep his hand.

At this time, Zhang Bing was no longer for anything else, just to save his life, and urged the flying sword in his hand, and three clouds of hazy darkness lit up on the body of the flying sword, and three desperate faces were displayed on the body of the flying sword.

But before he could leave the sword, he was corroded by the purple demon flame, frozen into ice cubes, and then as soon as the red demon flame passed, Zhang Bing's body had already begun to slowly melt.

And Ding Hao snorted coldly, and walked coldly to the wing room where the Demon Sound Sect was located, never looking at Zhang Bing again.