Chapter 83: Palace Messenger

Tan Mingzhe's appearance made those spiritual practitioners who were a little ready to move suddenly dispel their desire. Even if you are too jealous of the ground level skills, you will have to die.

The existence of the masters of the infant period has restored these people to their sanity.

"Ha ha, miss, how about it? I said, this boy, it's not that simple."

The man who looked like Xia Feng's housekeeper smiled when he saw Tan Mingzhe's arrival. The little girl Yuhe beside him also laughed.

As soon as Xia Feng finished his words, he felt that the middle-aged man in front of him glanced at himself. Xia Feng felt a great divine pressure coming. However, the good thing is that the other party is not malicious, so it disappears in an instant. Even such a moment of pressure flashed, which also made Xia Feng sweat coldly. She thought to herself that the gap between herself and this middle-aged man was really not small.

"Are you the person in charge of the iron-blooded mercenary regiment left by my brother Wang Chen?"

After Tan Mingzhe came here, Ling Yuan was completely relieved. With him here, not to mention the people around him, there is nothing to be afraid of coming up together.

"Yes, Master Ling Yuan, my name is Iron Hand. It is the four guardians of the Iron-blooded Mercenary Corps. Master Wang Chen and others left Chicheng as early as half a year ago.

"Oh, that's how it is. Well, this is not the place to talk. I'll tell you the details later.

After saying that, Ling Yuan turned his head, turned around and quietly asked Tan Mingzhe, asking his teacher how Dan Chenzi was doing now. Because now, Dan Chenzi is refining Shixiang rebirth pills. At the critical moment, there is no one to protect the law, which really makes Ling Yuan a little worried.

"Haha, boy, you don't have to worry about his situation. It is estimated that it can be refined in another half an hour. Just now, when I had nothing to do, I suddenly noticed a violent ability emerging. It seemed to be mixed with the attraction of stars. I thought about it carefully. It seemed that you used the power of the ground level skills, so I quickly came out to check the situation.

Hearing Tan Mingzhe's words, Ling Yuan's heart was much more relaxed. The teacher is fine, and there is no burden in his heart.

When they were thinking about it, everyone felt that there was a huge spiritual fluctuation in the distance. Then, there were a few faint sounds of breaking through the sky, and several figures flashed. The leading man wore a black cloak and competed with purple sheep liver without any blood color. Like a dead man crawling out of the grave.

However, the spiritual fluctuations emitted by this person are not simple. That spiritual pressure should at least have the cultivation of the spiritual silence period. Behind the man in the black cloak stood a man in blue. This man in blue, everyone saw and knew him. He was the leader of the fantasy mercenary regiment, the magic soldier who just escaped.

"The palace messenger is that boy. He is the Ling Yuan you are looking for by name. This boy has two brushes and has practiced the ground-level skill called the star picker. It's so weird that I can't move and can't mobilize my spiritual power. If I hadn't had the good defense weapon of a broken puppet, I'm afraid my life would have been in his hands.

After seeing the arrival of this group of people, Tan Mingzhe quietly sent a voice to Ling Yuan. Because he found that this group of people pointed directly at Ling Yuan and the rest of the iron-blooded mercenary regiment. Therefore, it can be concluded immediately that these people must have just had a fight with Ling Yuan and come back to revenge.

"How's Ling Yuanxian's nephew? Do you want me to take action? This man in black seems to have a high cultivation. If I feel good, he should be a little master on the second floor of the spiritual silence period. It's one level higher than your cultivation.

"No, Uncle Tan, you press the boy first and don't reveal your identity. I want to see if my current strength and limit can challenge spiritual practitioners who are higher than my own realm.

That's right. In fact, Ling Yuan didn't think so. Ling Yuan's cultivation time is not short, especially in the spirit-eating mountains. The training of iron and blood has given Ling Yuan a lot of experience. Coupled with the guidance of teacher Dan Chenzi, Ling Yuan clearly knows that in this spiritual world, the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to surpass the realm against the enemy.

Even the spiritual practitioners above the infant period can be said to cross the realm. Even if there is such a difference of one or two levels, there is a difference between heaven and earth. Therefore, Ling Yuan did not have much confidence in his heart. But he found that the irritable breath that had been suppressed for some reason swept back.

And that breath spread to Ling Yuan's consciousness and brought him a message, which surprised Ling Yuan. The god-killing actually brought him the news that it was eager to fight and wanted to kill the black cloak in front of him, which seemed to be of great benefit to the god-killing.

Therefore, Ling Yuan had no choice but to stand up according to the meaning of killing God.

"Ji Jie, boy, are you Ling Yuan? It's not much. It's a waste of time to leave the protector so much about you. Tut, it turns out that he is a spiritual practitioner in the agile period. What kind of person am I? It seems that my task should be successfully completed this time.

Ling Yuan took two steps forward, and the man with the black cloak was slightly happy and immediately laughed. Before coming to Hezhou, he always thought that Ling Yuan would be such a strong person. But as soon as he saw it, he found that he was just a spiritual practitioner in the agile period. This reassured him a lot.

The magic soldier beside him frowned slightly when he saw the black cloak, such a light enemy. Hurry up to remind.

"Palace messenger, don't underestimate this boy. This boy is pregnant with the earth-level spiritual method and doesn't know what step he has practiced. The body method is as fast as lightning, suddenly forward and backward, and suddenly left..."

Before the magic soldier finished his words, the black cloak known as the palace messenger suddenly locked his eyebrows, coughed heavily, and immediately hummed coldly.

"Cough, hum. Chief of the Magic Corps, don't forget your identity. What are you and have the right to talk to me like this? Your strength is not as good as this boy, coupled with your contemptful arrogance, it's no wonder you don't fail. He is simply a loser. He can't beat him with four of his men. Look, the gap in the realm can't be made up by a simple spiritual method.

The reason why the palace messenger dares to say such a thing is actually his intention. Indeed, if Ling Yuan's hierarchical skills are the means of attack, he may still be afraid of one or two. But the other party's spiritual method is just an auxiliary skill. He feels that it should be easy to deal with people who are lower than his own strength or little different.

After all, he has never heard of any spiritual method that can make people who are one or two higher than himself unable to condense spiritual power.

The idea of the palace messenger is indeed correct. The star picker really can't make a person with a higher level than himself unable to exert his spiritual power. It can only be in the same realm, several levels higher, but it can't be too far away.

However, although it can't make high-level opponents, spiritual power cannot be condensed. But it can also fix the opponent's body and can't move. Even a person who is higher than one level can make the enemy unable to move for at least a second or two. In a second or two, there are countless possibilities for spiritual practitioners above the spiritual period, at least there is no problem for them to make several attacks.

As soon as the magic soldier heard the words of the palace messenger, his nose was almost crooked. But helplessly, the other party was not what he could afford to provoke, so he could only swallow his anger and silently. But I hated this guy in my heart, and I was secretly ready to escape.

The magic soldier is not a brainless person, although before, he suffered the loss of Ling Yuan because of his pride and arrogance. But being able to live in Chicheng for decades is also an old man.

Ling Yuan performed the skills of the ground, and there were many foreign spiritualists around him, and there was a trace of hot greed in his eyes. But no one dared to move and looked behind Ling Yuan with fear. Looking at it, the magic soldier found that there was a middle-aged man standing behind Ling Yuan.

He has never seen this man. Obviously, it was not the people of the iron-blooded mercenary regiment, and the people around them showed a trace of panic and awe. Then carefully observe the man, the power of a hundred steps in front of him and behind him, and thousands of layers of evil at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. At first glance, he is a difficult master. More importantly, his consciousness slightly peeped into the strength of the other party, but he could not get close to the other party within a foot, which shows that the man's strength is not small.

At present, the illusion soldier is ready. He knows that today's palace messenger may also be the result of failure. But he didn't dare to say it, and he could only think to himself, hum, it's best, you old boy, you were also killed by Ling Yuan. I don't have to endure your anger all day long.

At this time, the palace messenger is happy. In my heart, I fantasize that when I hold Ling Yuan and make great achievements back, no matter how I find myself, I can be promoted to a small guardian. As long as you let yourself go to the main palace to practice for some time, get some spiritual methods, and reach the infant period, it will be just around the corner. In that case, your future achievements will be immeasurable.

In addition, Ling Yuan also practices spiritual methods with ground levels. Although it is not a means of attack, it is also a good thing to exchange some practice time after getting it.

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he became. He didn't see it at all. The magic soldier behind him had begun to quietly prepare to escape.

"Haha, Ling Yuan, boy, are you bowing down? Or let me do it? Don't think that you have won the magic soldier, and you feel that you have two brushes. Your bullshit spiritual method can't make up for the gap between you and me. Listen to me honestly and avoid the pain of skin and flesh.

"Humph, another one is going to die."

After hearing the words of the palace messenger, Ling Yuan snorted coldly. No more words. At this time, Ling Yuan did not dare to delay. He killed the gods with his hands, put out nine palaces and clouds under his feet, and was about to launch an attack.