The middle-aged man with a long beard stood proudly high in the sky, his aura was calm and powerful, his clothes moved with the wind, his eyes looked straight ahead like swords, floating in the air, as if the abyss was facing the mountains, blocking Ling Yi's way.

"Stay!" The middle-aged man's voice was not very loud, but it gave people a sense of dignity that he dared not deny.

At this moment, Ling Yi was holding Han Ling'er and was restrained by the middle-aged man. He couldn't move at all. He was complaining in his heart and was quickly thinking about escape strategies in his mind.

The middle-aged man in front of him is obviously very powerful. He cannot be compared with the Rakshasa Sect elder behind him. He is probably at least Yanghun level. This kind of opponent can probably defeat Ling Yi with just a pinch of his fingers.

Crush to death!

Behind him, the furious Rakshasa Sect elder also quickly followed up. Seeing the long-bearded middle-aged man, he was overjoyed and said: "Elder brother, you are finally here!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded lightly, without even looking at the elder. He glanced at Ling Yi with sharp eyes, his face was indifferent, and there was no expression on his face.

Ling Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was called senior brother by the elder. This middle-aged man was definitely not young, but he didn't expect that he had the appearance of a middle-aged man. Legend has it that he could reach the Yanghun level.

Being able to change his appearance seems to be true, and Ling Yi is even more convinced that the middle-aged man's strength is absolutely unfathomable!

Thinking of this, Ling Yi looked for an escape plan even more anxiously, although he knew that escaping under the nose of a Yanghun master was a bit unrealistic.

"Forget it, leave me to them and run away!" Han Ling'er saw the worry in Ling Yi's eyebrows, shook her head and sighed.

"Haha! Neither of you two can even think of escaping! The Rakshasa Sect has never failed to get the person they want!" The elder laughed wildly. Now that he has someone to rely on, he doesn't need to worry about Ling Yi still being able to jump around.

Out of the palm of the big brother's hand

Ling Yi remained silent. He was blocked by the middle-aged man's power and could not escape at all. Even if Han Ling'er was handed over to him, he could not escape safely.

"Zhao Tianxiang, is that Han Xiao's daughter?" The middle-aged man pointed at Han Ling'er, frowned slightly, and asked

"Yes!" Zhao Tianxiang laughed sinisterly, then pointed at Ling Yi and said: "Elder brother, this brat helps Han Ling'er in everything. I think he is also a disciple of Fenyan Pavilion, so his status is probably not low!"

Zhao Tianxiang had more or less guessed that Ling Yi and Han Ling'er just met by chance, and that they were disciples of Fenyan Pavilion was pure nonsense. However, in order to make Ling Yi suffer more, he didn't mind working under his senior brother's side.

Say a few bad words in front of me

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, glanced at Zhao Tianxiang meaningfully, then turned to look at Ling Yi, who was trapped by him, and said solemnly: "I don't care if you are a disciple of Fenyan Pavilion, but now you are trapped by me

"Stay here, you're almost like a dead person. If you join our Rakshasa Sect, I wouldn't mind letting you live for a while longer!"

"Haha!" Ling Yi laughed, with a look of disdain on his face: "Do you think you can trap me?"

"Oh? Do you have any other means to escape from the confining power of a Yanghun master?" The middle-aged man looked at Ling Yi with interest and smiled arrogantly. Ling Yi is just a

He is only a warrior at the level of the Soul King. A master of this level is like an ant in his eyes. Trying to escape from his confining power is like a worm shaking a tree.

Seeing the sarcasm and arrogance gradually appearing on the middle-aged man's face, Ling Yi smiled faintly, and then a purple light flashed on his body. The power pressing around him collapsed like a mountain falling apart, and he hugged him.

Looking at Han Ling'er's strength, she felt like she was flying out of a rabbit. She felt much more comfortable all over, and even her breathing became smoother.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly condensed, a cold light flashed, and a hint of murderous intent accompanied by surprise and suspicion emerged from his eyes, "You do have some abilities!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Ling Yi smiled, but began to feel uneasy in his heart. He just escaped from the middle-aged man. This would undoubtedly anger the middle-aged man, but being trapped by the middle-aged man's power is also equivalent to

Sitting back and waiting for death, but now, you have to choose again how to deal with the murderous intention that may burst out from this middle-aged man at any time. Staying here is not the best, and escaping is tantamount to seeking death. After all, a Soul King warrior cannot do anything.

Possibly escaped from a Yanghun master

"Keep Han Ling'er and join my Rakshasa sect. I can let you live!" The middle-aged man also saw Ling Yi's talent at this time and wanted to win over Ling Yi.

"Elder brother!" Zhao Tianxiang shouted urgently. He also noticed that Ling Yi was a little strange. If he came to the Rakshasa Sect, he would probably be taken seriously by the sect master, which would be very detrimental to him.

"Stop talking!" The middle-aged man glared at Zhao Tianxiang fiercely, then turned back and looked at Ling Yi coldly, "Have you made your decision?"

"It's decided!" Ling Yi smiled slightly, "There is no way I can join the Rakshasa Sect!"

Han Ling'er was also floating in the air at this time, her soul energy condensed into a blade, and she was wary of the opponent.

"Arrogant!" Zhao Tianxiang roared angrily and punched him with a heavy fist, blasting the air around him.

With a cold snort, Ling Yi's body was like a stream of light, and he went straight forward, smashing the shadow of his fist with one punch, and like a sharp arrow from the string, he directly rushed towards Zhao Tianxiang.

With a flash of cold light, the Cloud Sword was held in Ling Yi's hand and stabbed into Zhao Tianxiang's heart. It was not a fancy move, but it was quite threatening. The blade shone with cold light, and the cold aura directly enveloped Zhao Tianxiang.

With a shudder, Zhao Tianxiang trembled violently and retreated away. In front of him, the cold air of the Chaotic Cloud Sword forced his face to turn purple, as if there was a layer of frost on his face.

"Son of a bitch!" Zhao Tianxiang, who was forced into embarrassment by Ling Yi, had a ferocious face. With a big hand, he crushed a piece of white jade into pieces. Then, a ball of hairspring wrapped around his body, isolating his whole body from the outside world.

Ling Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, the hairsprings wrapped around Zhao Tianxiang's body actually formed a pair of armor, airtight!

"Stab!" He put more force on his hand, and Ling Yi stabbed down with his sword!

"Keng!"

The Luanyun sword rubbed violently against the armor, and a spark flashed, leaving only a white mark on the armor, indicating that it had missed him.

"You brat, you're dead!" Zhao Tianxiang looked happy and said viciously.

A fierce punch was thrown out, and the explosive punch hit Ling Yi's chest. If this punch was hit, Ling Yi would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

"Be careful!" Han Ling'er was frightened and shouted hurriedly

The middle-aged man stood quietly aside with his leisure time, the expression in his eyes was constantly changing, and a slight chill flashed out from his pupils from time to time.

Ling Yi was also a little stunned. The hardness of the armor made him temporarily absent-minded. However, his quick danger perception made him wake up immediately. Seeing a huge fist coming, he instinctively turned slightly.

, soul energy shield covering the body, protecting one's body as much as possible

"Whoosh!" At the moment when the soul energy shield was formed, a piece of soul energy suddenly flew out from the middle-aged man's finger and hit Ling Yi's waist. Ling Yi's movements were immediately stagnated.

The air paused for a moment

The fist came quickly, but Ling Yi suddenly found that his movements were somewhat stagnant. The soul energy shot at his waist penetrated into his body strangely, disrupting the flow of soul energy in his body, causing his whole body to appear briefly.

stagnation

Ling Yi almost yelled. He was so angry at the middle-aged man's little tricks, but he could only helpless Zhao Tianxiang, who twisted his face and punched him.

"Get away quickly!" Han Ling'er shouted loudly on the side. If Ling Yi didn't avoid it, the best result would be to be seriously injured and disabled. You must know that his opponent Zhao Tianxiang is a master of moon soul!

At this critical moment, a stream of light fell from the sky, splitting out a small ray of light, and shot towards Zhao Tianxiang with a frightening offensive. The light and shadow flashed, and a hazy afterimage appeared high in the sky, and finally stopped next to Han Ling'er.

The whole process was extremely fast. Before Zhao Tianxiang's fist hit, the light and shadow had already arrived at Han Ling'er's side.

"This..." Zhao Tianxiang stared at him as a ray of light landed on his head without realizing it.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man jumped up, waved his sleeves and robes to disperse the light, and then cast his cold eyes directly on the face of the person next to Han Ling'er.

"Dad!" Han Linger shouted in surprise.

Ling Yi also turned around from the danger. The middle-aged man next to him had a short beard and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. His eyes were full of rage as he looked ahead.

"Wu Poqiong, I haven't seen you for ten years. I didn't expect you to be alive and well!" Han Xiaohan said in a loud voice.

"This is all thanks to Pavilion Master Han's blessing!" Wu Poqiong smiled and didn't care about Han Xiao's secret maneuver. He pointed at Han Ling'er and said: "Pavilion Master Han, your daughter stole our Rakshasa Gate.

She is a treasure, we are just asking her to get something back, and you don’t need to take action yourself?"

"If I hadn't taken action personally, you would have taken my daughter to the Rakshasa Gate and threatened me with my daughter?" Han Xiao sneered, "Isn't it just a broken bead? My daughter stole yours.

Blood Spirit Pearl, I still think highly of your Rakshasa Sect!"

"You..." Wu Poqiong was furious, "Pavilion Master Han, do you have to embarrass our Rakshasa Sect? Our Rakshasa Sect has never had any grudge against Fenyan Pavilion so far?"

"That's not true!" Han Xiao shook his head

"Then ask Han Ling'er to hand over the Blood Spirit Pearl!" Wu Poqiong said rudely.

"What kind of tone are you talking about? Wu Poqiong, even if your sect leader stands in front of me in person, you still have to respect me. Who do you think you are? My daughter stole the Rakshasa Sect's treasure. That's because your Rakshasa Sect is incompetent.

, he can’t even see his own treasure. If this spreads out, all the forces in Zhongzhou City will know..."

"How dare you!" Wu Poqiong couldn't bear it any longer, roared, leaped into the sky, and struck down with one claw!
Chapter completed!