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"Come on, save time." Rong Yi gave Ling Yan a look as if he was ready to let go.

My master is a Houtian master, and since my master is already so confident, why should I be worried about him? I should just go all out and try my best. He also wants to see if he can break through his defense by attacking a Houtian master who doesn't need the strength of his blood energy.

Ling Yan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The instant he exhaled, Ling Yan's black eyes opened as a sharp light flashed within them!

"Hah!"

Looking at Ling Yi who was standing on the opposite side with a smile on his face, Ling Yan gave a loud shout, and his fighting spirit began to boil.

With a move, he arrived in front of Rong Yi. The blood energy in his body raged like an erupting volcano with an unstoppable momentum. At the moment he approached Rong Yi, he grabbed his shoulder with lightning speed and slightly raised his head.

However, in the next second, when he saw Ling Yan's forehead that seemed to be on the verge of burning, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Without enough time to think, Ling Yan smashed his head down.

"Bam!"

A figure quickly flew out and rolled on the ground. Ling Yan immediately stood up and rubbed his forehead. Although he looked fine, he was still grimacing in pain.

His master was truly worthy of his title. Even if he did not use the force of Qi and blood to defend, just his own body's defense was enough to cause him to suffer.

Ling Yan only used all the blood energy in his body to increase his strength, and did not use the Frenzied Bull's Head. After all, fusing was not an enemy, and he would still be weak for a period of time after using the Frenzied Bull's Head.

"Master, what do you think?" "Ugh …" Ling Yan came back to his senses. Just as he was about to ask about the strength of Rong Yi's attack, Ling Yan suddenly pursed his lips as he looked at Rong Yi. His mouth was slightly moving, and he looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

All that was seen was Ling Yan's forehead, where he had knocked his forehead, a deep red. On this forehead, a small lump of blood could be seen growing out, revealing a sharp point; it was extremely adorable.

The smile froze on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Good boy!

Yi Fanyi shook his head. A few stars appeared in his eyes, but he was extremely shocked in his heart.

He was well aware of the strength of his body. Even if he didn't use the power of his blood, an ordinary weapon wouldn't be able to harm him. He could break a sharp sword with his bare hands, but he didn't expect that it would be unable to withstand Ling Yan's head hammer.

With such hardness, perhaps even a treasure would be mediocre.

He was once a Xiantian expert, yet he was actually laughed at by this disciple. Just now, he had promised Ling Yan that he would give it his all when attacking, which caused Rong Yi to feel a bit embarrassed. However, what came next was a huge surprise.

Seeing Ling Yan's stifled laughter, Rong Yi pretended not to see it, and lightly coughed before laughing out loud, "Haha, Yan Zi, not bad, the efficacy of the silver resin will be completely absorbed in the next few days. At that time, your body's strength will also increase by a small level.

Qi Cultivators' physical defenses are weak. Although our body cultivators have declined, our body's recovery ability and physical strength still far exceeds those of our peers. Earlier, we used up some of Pang Biao's true essence, then we seized the opportunity to get close to him in battle and used your iron head to smash him, causing him to be unable to take care of himself …

After that, Rong Yi told Ling Yan a lot about his experiences and experiences in cultivation. As Ling Yan listened, he understood that Ling Yan's understanding of martial arts was becoming deeper and deeper.

Before leaving, Ling Yan curiously asked Rong Yi, "Master, why are you so good to me?"

After which, his eyes flashed with a light that Ling Yan could not see through. He smiled and stared deeply at Ling Yan as he spoke.

"Yanzi, remember this. I won't hurt you …"

Ling Yan left, but he had already made up his mind.

Master, he's hiding something.