C4

Passing through a layer of dense forest, Ye Ling gradually approached the cave from before.

However, at this moment, the smell of blood came along with the strong wind, accompanied by the sound of Zhen Qi bursting in the air.

"This is bad!"

Ye Ling's heart tightened. He immediately realized that Xiao An might have met with trouble.

Sure enough, he pushed his way through the dense forest and only saw Xiao An holding the child in his arms. He held the longsword in his hand, and blood flowed down the long sword, dripping onto the ground.

The direwolf had died.

"Hehe, Xiao An, you are the Royal Guard Captain. Normally, even if the seven of us were in front of you, we would be like ants, but I didn't expect that today, you would receive such a heavy injury and let us brothers take advantage of you. Fine, I'll take your head and then go claim it from Marquis Zhenyuan!"

A sinister voice sounded out from the black shadow. The seven people combined their strength and threw out a punch.

Bang! Xiao An roared angrily as his longsword was swung out. As he deflected the attack, his body trembled as traces of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao An gave a long howl, but the sword Qi was getting weaker and weaker.

Upon seeing this situation, Ye Ling subconsciously wanted to step forward, but when he thought about it, he suddenly thought of something.

These black-clothed men were obviously the subordinates of Marquis Zhen Yuan. He couldn't offend them yet, or else it would bring a lot of trouble to himself and his family.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling took off a piece of black cloth and covered his face with it. Then, his entire body flew out like a hawk in the night.

"Who is it!" A man in black shouted in alarm.

"A mere level three Martial Disciple dares to come and fight in the autumn?! This is simply courting death! " A smirk flashed across the eyes of one of the black-clothed men, and true energy burst out from his body.

"Spears of the Underworld!"

Ye Ling bellowed as his zhenqi surged. Suddenly, he twisted his zhenqi into the shape of a spear, and with a "pu pu" sound, it penetrated the zhenqi of the man in black.

The man in black's expression changed, and he roared in his heart!

Subconsciously, he wanted to escape, but it was only at this moment that he realized he couldn't do anything in front of this spear.

"Pu ci …" The spear entered his body and instantly penetrated his chest, causing blood to spurt out wildly.

As the spear disappeared, the man in black's eyes widened before falling to the ground with a thud.

So everyone was shocked. The few men in black who were attacking Xiao An a moment ago stopped their attacks and stared at Ye Ling with wide eyes.

Unexpectedly, he had broken through the fifth level of the Martial Disciple realm in one move. What kind of abnormal existence was this?

The leading black clothed man looked at Ye Ling at this moment, his face twitching, he gritted his teeth and said, "Front …" Senior, this is a big matter for Marquis Zhenyuan, I hope senior will not interfere. "

"What do you mean by Marquis Zhen Yuan Zhen?" This sovereign has never heard of this name! " Ye Ling's eyes were indifferent as he sneered, "This child's physique is special. If this sovereign wants to accept a final disciple, then quickly scram. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!"

As a peerless devil of the Upper Realm, even if Ye Ling was reincarnated, he would still have the indelible might and pressure of a peak powerhouse deep in his bones.

The men in black looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and said, "Senior …"

"Impudent!" Ye Ling shouted and his Zhen Qi began to surge, "I think all of you are courting death!"

After watching the man in black leave, Ye Ling removed the black cloth and stepped forward to support Xiao An, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Xiao An shook his head as he stared at Ye Ling's body in shock, "You, you actually broke through to the third level of the Martial Disciple realm."

Xiao An looked deeply at Ye Ling, his heart full of bitterness.

The first level of the Martial Disciple realm had directly advanced to the third level of the Martial Disciple realm, but it was only a small breakthrough? What was even more exaggerated was that a third level Martial Disciple could instantly kill a fifth level Martial Disciple. Wasn't this too abnormal?

After a simple recovery, Ye Ling left with Xiao An.

In a valley in Everlasting Mountain, a group of Ye Family disciples had set up their tents.

Many of the Ye Family's disciples were packing up, as if preparing to leave.

At this moment, Ye Ling walked over with a middle-aged man carrying a child.

"Ye Ling, I didn't expect you to return alive!" Who is this man? Where did you take him? Tsk tsk, even if you want to take him in, you should at least put up a good show.

Seeing Ye Ling return, Ye Yang said sarcastically.

Indeed, Xiao An's current appearance was not too good. Not only was he covered in blood, he was also limping.

Bang! Ye Ling didn't say anything. He simply made a grabbing motion with his large hands!

A wave of vast and mighty true qi roared out. Ye Yang laughed coldly and was about to explode with true qi, but in the next moment, he was surprised to discover that in front of this ball of true qi, his entire cultivation was like a child playing with a house.

"Martial Disciple …" "Third level of the Martial Disciple Realm!" Ye Yang roared. In the next moment, his entire body was like a toad, lying on the ground!

"What!?" "Third level of the Martial Disciple Realm!"

The surrounding disciples instantly exploded. One must know that only the elite disciples of the Ye Family could reach such a level. Ye Ling was just a piece of trash.

"Ye Yang, in the future, if I hear those kinds of words from your mouth, I'll kill you!" After withdrawing his zhen qi, Ye Ling flicked his finger.

If it was the past, Ye Yang would have already been roaring endlessly, but now he didn't even dare to fart.

"Good, good, good. Ye Ling, you did not disappoint your father!" Several elders also walked over and stared at Ye Ling with a gratified expression.

In the past, when Ye Ling was a trash, these elders had always been angry at him for not fighting. Now that Ye Ling had broken through to the third level of the Martial Disciple realm, of course, they were also happy in their hearts.

At this moment, in a hidden corner of the camp, a few of the slaves were discussing in secret.

"Servant Tie, this is an important matter, hurry and report it to the young lord …"

Knowing that Ye Ling had broken through, Ye Tiannan was very pleased and immediately announced that everyone had returned to Dongyu City. As for Xiao An, Ye Ling had also randomly arranged for an identity to be given to him. As the Young Master of the Ye Family, he still had this bit of authority.

A large group of people majestically left the Everlasting Mountain.

After riding on their horses for half an hour, the vast and boundless Dongyu City appeared vaguely in the distance.

Sou sou sou …

When they were about to cross a canyon, an earth-shattering wave of arrows came flying towards them.

"Enemy attack!" "Be careful!" A few elders roared out in rage. Their Zhen Qi rolled around their bodies and blocked most of the arrows, but still, a few horses were shot down.

"Kill!"

Dozens of masked men jumped down from the canyon, their killing voices shaking the sky.

"How fast!" Ye Ling felt a 'kacha' in his heart. He had expected that there would be people in Dongyu City who would not want him, a trash, to return unharmed. However, he did not expect him to return so quickly!

At this moment, at least a dozen murderous auras were directed at him.

"Haa!" A big man jumped up high, the long blade in his hand hacked down horizontally towards Ye Ling.

But in the next moment, a stream of sword Qi pierced through the man's chest like a snake's breath.

It was Xiao An.

"Ye Ling!" These people are after you! Damn it, if it wasn't for my injuries, I would definitely be able to kill these fellows. " Xiao An used his hand to protect Ye Ling as he indignantly roared.

"Brother Xiao, I'll leave first and lead the pursuers away!" Ye Ling rolled his eyes and pulled his horse to turn around. He then quickly entered a bush.

Several masked men reacted quickly and chased after him. However, when Ye Ling mounted the dark horse, it was as if he had divine assistance. Soon, he managed to shake off the pursuers behind him.

The reason why Ye Ling did not stay there was because his Natal Opening Armor could not be exposed in front of these elders. Even if he were to reveal it sooner or later, it could not be revealed now.

The horses were galloping at high speed, and Ye Ling was galloping in the direction of Dongyu City.

However, at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the faraway shrubbery!

Shua shua shua! A series of blade lights surged forward. Ye Ling was startled and his figure flashed out. The handsome horse had already fallen into a pool of blood.

"Ye Ling!" Your life is so tough. " Following this sinister voice, a youth wearing a black iron mask appeared from the bushes.

He held a long saber in his hand as the true qi within his body vaguely condensed into substance.

He was actually an expert at the sixth stage of the Martial Disciple realm!

"However, no matter how tough your life is, today will definitely be the day you die!"

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed before he sneered, "In this world, too many people wish for me to die. Unfortunately, not a single one has succeeded. "You want to take me down with a mere sixth level Martial Disciple? You must be dreaming!"

"Wishful thinking, but not wishful thinking. You'll know once you try it!" "Die!"

As the iron masked man spoke, he suddenly stepped forward and his long saber hacked down, "Thousand Army Kill!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! The vigorous Zhen Qi condensed into a blade light and fiercely chopped down towards Ye Ling.

"Origin Opening Armor!" With a low growl, a misty glow emanated from Ye Ling, forming the shape of an armor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! When the saber light struck the armour, only a wave of air exploded and disappeared.

"This... "How is this possible!?" The iron mask man widened his eyes. He was only at the third level of the Martial Disciple realm. How could he defend against his saber light?

"Nothing is impossible!"

At this moment, Ye Ling was fully absorbing the spiritual energy within the Natal Opening Armor, and his entire body was emitting a crackling sound.

Although Ye Ling is not a martial artist, with the help of the Natal Opening Armor, he already possesses a trace of the abilities of a martial artist.

"You! "You …" Looking at Ye Lingfei flying up, the man with the iron mask was stunned. One had to know, flying was a power only fighters had!

"You what you!" At this moment, Ye Ling did not stop at all as he released all of his Mysterious Techniques.

The Natal Opening Armor had a time limit!

"What Windstorm Sword Technique?" It was a dog shit! Get down! " Ye Lingshen's eyes were like lightning as his hands formed a 'swastika' seal and fiercely crushed down!

BOOM! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The masked man's body froze as he bent his knees. Just like Ye Yang, he was pressed down to the ground like a toad.

"Crack!" Ye Ling swooped down and sealed the masked man's shoulder blades. He then removed the steel mask, revealing a dark face underneath.

Ye Ling's expression turned cold. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Ye Zhen, it's really you!"