Junior Disciple C

Chapter 116

Ling Yun didn't wear a mask, his identity was exposed, and he didn't need any cover up.

Feng Ye could directly see his face, half of which was a normal face, and it was considered handsome, making people feel good when looking at it, while the other half of his hideous and terrifying face was as ugly as a ghost.

It's okay to look at these two alone, people look like humans, and ghosts should also look like ghosts, but unfortunately, these two diametrically opposite faces grow on the same person.

The human part did not dilute the eerie feeling of the ghost face part, but because of this combination, it seemed even more weird.

People are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, this is Lingyun now.

Behind him was the bright moon in the sky, and he was standing on a treetop that was no thicker than his knuckles. It is reasonable to say that such a thin treetop could never bear the weight of a grown man.

The treetop also bent due to the force, but it didn't break. He tapped the side of the treetop lightly with his toes, no matter how the cool night wind blew and the treetop swayed, he stood firmly on that side. on bent branches.

His wide sleeves were blown up by the wind, and in the dark night, like a wandering soul, he silently looked at the four people below.

Feng Ye stopped what he was doing, stood up from where he was, and looked up at Ling Yun.

The movement of him standing up finally made Fang Yang and Cao Zirui realize something. They looked back to where Feng Ye was looking, and then, their eyes widened together.

Although I have seen Ling Yun's side before, but that side was too short at that time. After Ling Yun's mask was broken, the formation collapsed within a short while.

Then he was eager to escape for his life, running and beating all night, so he didn't have time to deal with the shock of seeing Ling Yun.

Right now, those unfinished shocks from last night were mixed with incomprehension, rushing up together.

Why didn't Ling Yun die, and in the past hundred years, he never contacted his former relatives, friends and brothers.Ji Chengyue still doesn't know that his senior brother is still alive, and he has become like this. He has endured alone for a hundred years in the regret and grief of losing his senior brother.

And why did Ling Yun get mixed up with that black snake? That black snake should be the monster behind Xue Ren pretending to be Ying Long.

Ling Yun is the head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Even if he is the predecessor, there is an inseparable connection between him and the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Anyone in this world can be unfavorable to Ling Xiao Jianzong, but Ling Yun can't.He was supposed to be the one who led Ling Xiao Jianzong to the top of Ling Xiao, why did he instruct Xue Ren to rebel.

Even if it wasn't his instruction, he would definitely not be ignorant of it. The fact is that he didn't stop it even though he was aware of it.

They couldn't figure it out, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui couldn't figure it out, they couldn't figure out how Ling Yun became like this, his eyes were so cold that he didn't look like a living person, only when he saw Feng Ye, his eyes became a little hot.

It was... the flames of vengeance.

Compared with the sky fire, the heat of this flame is naturally far inferior, but Feng Ye felt that the scorching gaze at this moment could almost feel pain.He clenched his fists.

Hao Chen slowly came to his senses after seeing Ling Yunchu's shock, and he glanced sideways at Feng Ye.

The incident a hundred years ago, right or wrong, killed so many people, this soft-hearted dragon will definitely feel sad.

In the same way, he can't help but feel a little guilty. When he sees this surviving ghost, he may not be able to do anything because of this guilt.

Hao Chen had already made up his mind that if Ling Yun reappeared and turned against them, he would do it.

Thinking of this, he took out a pearl from his cuff, flicked it with his fingers, and pointed it at Ling Yun's left shoulder, which was the same position as Feng Ye's injured shoulder.

At the same time, he stepped forward and stood in front of Feng Ye.

With his sight cut off, Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen in front of him in surprise.

Ling Yun stretched out his hand to catch the pearl that was shot towards him. He looked at it and recognized that it was the same pearl that attacked him in the big formation, because this time he had a flaw in the surprise attack and was pierced by Feng Ye. heart, although he has no heart.

But the coldness in his eyes still dropped a few degrees, he pinched the pearl into powder with five fingers, and the powder sprinkled from his fingertips.Ling Yun's attention was successfully diverted by Hao Chen, who looked at the troublemaker coldly.

The black snake came out from Ling Yun's neckline, and the snake's eyes stared at Hao Chen. He uttered the snake letter, and whispered dangerously in Ling Yun's ear: "It's in the way."

Although this Kunpeng with a horizontal bar has not really affected his plan so far, it is like a gunpowder that does not know when it will be detonated, and it may become a variable in the game at any time.

Black Snake looked at Hao Chen with particularly unfriendly eyes, and Ling Yun's eyes were not very friendly, the coldness was several degrees lower than Beiming's.

With two pairs of eyes staring at him together, most people would flinch a little from being stared at, no matter how bad they are, they would get a little hairy.

But Hao Chen remained steadfast, his thick skin had been honed over time, not to mention two pairs of eyes staring at him together, even if there were ten pairs of eyes, a hundred pairs or a thousand pairs, he would never be able to pierce the defense of his face.

He is the man who, under the witness of tens of thousands of sea people in Beiming, refers to turtles as turtles.

Although this is not worth showing off.

But it is enough to show that the thickness of his skin is no longer comparable to that of ordinary people.

Hao Chen's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a smile on his face, but the smile was not sincere, it was just a superficial politeness. He spread out his fan and laughed loudly at the people on the treetops: "Come late at night, why don't you call?" Say hello? There is no movement at all, I thought it was some thief who almost accidentally injured the two of you."

What he said was polite, but the facts were completely opposite. He clearly saw Ling Yun's face before throwing the pearl, and the position was exactly right.

However, Ling Yun didn't talk to him, his eyes wandered for a while, and moved to Cao Zirui.

Cao Zirui's stared expression tightened, and he realized why Ling Yun was staring at him.

"Hand over Jianmu and Xiyang." The hoarse voice, as if smoked by fireworks, said lightly.

Although his tone was not very passionate, it contained a sense of command and strength.

Cao Zirui gripped the small crumbling jar tightly. Although Ling Yun found Jianmu, Ling Yun is obviously different now than he was a hundred years ago. He must not hand Jianmu over to this person who works with monsters.

However, whether it is Jianmu or Xiyang, it is not something that he will not pay if he wants to.

A hundred years ago, Ling Yun was already at the level of Daoism, and no monk in the world could hold a candle to him. Now, he is cooperating with monsters, and his strength may only increase.

Among the four people on their side, he was the highest in cultivation, in the early stage of foundation establishment, and had unhealed internal injuries.

But even if he is in his prime, does he really want to defeat the former leader in the foundation building period?

The swordsmanship he learned was even created by Ling Yun, and Ling Yun couldn't be more aware of its weaknesses and flaws. This is an enemy he can never defeat.

He couldn't win, and neither could Fang Yang. Among the four of them, maybe only this Senior Brother Feng with a suspicious background could.

Cao Zirui looked at Feng Ye with some expectation, but before Feng Ye could speak, Hao Chen spoke out first.

"Jian Mu and Xi Rang?" Hao Chen's tone was somewhat genuine or fake, "Xi Rang does exist, and it's here, but Jian Mu, does anyone here have it?"

While speaking, he deliberately turned his head to look at Fang Yang and Cao Zirui.

Fang Yang shook his head like a rattle, isn't Jianmu in the sect, how could they have it.But...Speaking of which, what was that tender seedling that protruded from Cao Zirui's broken jar last night...I forgot about it before, but now that I think about it...could it be...

Fang Yang, whose reaction was several beats slow, finally came to his senses.

And Cao Zirui hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

After getting the answer, Hao Chen turned to Ling Yun again, he spread his arms and said with a smile: "No."

"Furthermore..." Before Ling Yun could answer, Hao Chen's tone suddenly changed, and his original politeness and smile disappeared without a trace.

Although he was standing on the ground and Ling Yun was standing on the top of a tree seven or eight meters high, Hao Chen's tone was ridiculed from above: "What are you, you dare to grab something from me?"

He sneered at Feng Ye, and from time to time he pretended to be weak and ate tofu, not at all like a god in the heavens.But that's because he likes this person, so he doesn't have any airs of God.

Going back in time, his attitude towards Feng Ye was also condescending, saying that he wanted to help, but Feng Ye asked him first, as if it was a charity.

This is his true face. He has been in a high position for many years, and he has long been accustomed to the attitude of looking down. He is the master of Beiming who dominates one side. Thousands of sea people bow their heads at his feet. Who dares to sit on an equal footing with him?Who is qualified to sit on an equal footing with him?

The black snake spat out the snake letter, and the scarlet snake's eyes shone with a dangerous and fierce light. This unique arrogance of the gods in the heavens, looking down on everything, is really disgusting and disgusting.

"I don't know how to live or die." He whispered in Ling Yun's ear.

Ling Yun stretched out his right hand, and the black mist hidden in his wide sleeves gathered spontaneously, condensing into the appearance of a sword. He also hated this high-ranking look. Ying Long, who stood on the cloud a hundred years ago, was so defiant.

The blade of the sword, which was exactly the same as Xue Ren's Lve Shadow Sword, was condensed and formed in the dark night. The pitch-black sword body merged with the night, and the bright moonlight could not shine any light on it.

The enemy has already shown his sword, and finally the battle is about to start.

Hao Chen also unfolded the folding fan, covered his lips with the fan, and squinted the eyes exposed behind the fan, he wanted to see what these two human-like ghosts were capable of.

The momentum between the two sides is on the verge of breaking out.

But before the arrow actually left the string, an arm suddenly pulled Hao Chen back.

Feng Ye, who had been silent all this time, pulled Hao Chen behind him. Of course, he knew why this fish, who had always been in the late stage of laziness, stood up so actively this time. It was simply because he was a little at a loss as to how to deal with Ling Yun.

Hao Chen didn't want to embarrass himself, so he jumped out to solve the matter.

But this matter is always his business, he was the one who cut Jianmu a hundred years ago, and he was the one who killed Ling Yun, so he should be the one to finish it.

Feng Ye raised his eyes to look at Ling Yun, and it was the first time he called out this human's name: "Ling Yun."

Ling Yun's expression froze.

Feng Ye paused every word: "Do you dare to compete with me without using any spiritual power?"

The night wind blew through the crowd. His unexpected gauntlet made everyone a little stunned, and Ling Yun didn't answer right away.

Cao Zirui and Fang Yang were very surprised, how could the other party agree to such a request.

From their point of view, even if Feng Ye's strength is not as low as it appears on the surface, it is impossible for him to be stronger than Ling Yun in the Taoist period. Without spiritual power, it is tantamount to letting the opponent lower his strength to compete. No one with a normal mind will agree. .

But the fact is completely opposite. What Feng Ye said was that he would not use any divine power, but only challenged Ling Yun with the power of a mortal.

It was actually him who lowered his strength, not Ling Yun.

Ling Yun had no expression on his face. He stared at Feng Ye. After a long while, he finally gave a reply. There was only one cold word: "Okay."

"Hehe." Hei Snake, who was irritated by Hao Chen's tone just now, suddenly laughed, and said with a low smile, "Interesting."

The Lve Shadow Sword in Ling Yun's hand collapsed following his words. Since the confrontation was fought with mortal strength, then the invincible Lve Shadow Sword was naturally a foul.

"Fang Yang, Cao Zirui, lend me the iron swords issued by your two sects." Feng Ye said to the two young men who didn't understand the situation behind him, he didn't turn his head, his eyes still stayed on Ling Yun.

Hearing Feng Ye's words, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui were stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that Fang Yang's sword was in his hand, and it was used for digging just now. Fang Yang wiped the dirt off the sword , and handed it to Feng Ye.

Cao Zirui looked in his storage bag, he naturally had the iron sword issued by the sect, but later he got a better spirit sword, so he discarded this ordinary iron sword.

But he didn't throw it away, he just piled it in his storage bag. His storage bag is not like the one in the sect, the capacity is pitifully small, his storage bag is as rich as a warehouse, useful Useless things are piled inside.

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and finally found this uniform iron sword in a corner that hadn't moved for a long time.

He also took a step forward, handed the sword to Feng Ye, and then retreated.

Feng Ye threw Cao Zirui's sword to Ling Yun, and Ling Yun caught it firmly.

He jumped down from the treetop and stood ten meters away from Feng Ye.

Black mist emerged from Ling Yun's neckline and cuffs, and a deep male voice sounded from within the black mist: "To be fair, I won't interfere."

He looked at Hao Chen: "You can't either."

At the same time as his words fell, the black mist separated from Ling Yun's body suddenly began to expand, and its volume expanded hundreds of times in an instant.

The black mist swirled in place like a tornado, engulfing Feng Ye and Ling Yundu, while Hao Chen and the others who were not far from Feng Ye were pushed back several meters by the whirlwind created by the black mist.

After a few people regained their footing, they looked at the place where they were standing. They were already surrounded by a cloud of pitch-black mist. The mist formed a barrier, isolating all the figures and voices inside.

This is a matchup that no one can disturb.

God versus man.