Being invincible is so lonely, I just want to show off!

"Boom!" Ye

Ming, who was dreaming, suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and he instantly woke up and released the Falling Mountain Seal to hide behind.

Immediately afterwards, in the earth-shattering loud noise, the villa where he was located was directly stabbed in two.

If he hadn't released the Dumping Seal in time, he might have been injured.

"Who is so immoral?

Smashing people's houses in broad daylight, don't you know that anyone is sleeping?"

Ye Ming slapped the falling rubble with one palm, pinched his waist and looked up to the sky and scolded.

Then, a figure fell from the sky and smashed directly on his head.

Woman!

Despite the glance, he was sure it was a woman.

In his cognition, women represent trouble, and he is most afraid of trouble.

So, he hurriedly took three or four steps back, letting the figure smash to the ground, sinking deep into the ground.

A large amount of blood spurted out of the woman's body, almost splashing on Ye Ming's body.

"It's okay!The clothes are not dirty!"

Ye Ming checked his clothes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But this extremely ordinary scene suddenly caused an uproar on the battlefield.

"Bastard! What kind of bastard thing is this? I can't even

save myself when I see death!" "Yan Lan's painting is so miserable!

Not to mention being chased and killed, it's really unlucky to meet a coward

!" "It's not a man to see a beautiful woman injured and not save

him when he sees death!" "Which disciple of the Holy Land is this?"

"I can't see it, it's probably a small faction master who was temporarily summoned!"

This kind of garbage is also worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Land, he is definitely a virtuous and unrighteous petty bastard

!" "Come on, Xi Hua, hack this bastard to death

!" "Even if Yan Lanhua is injured, it is still beautiful, but unfortunately

he is about to die!" "This is a cruel battlefield, and it is not strange for anyone to die

!" ".......!"

The audience saw Ye Ming so dead and could not be saved, they all criticized him.

However, for a holy land like Xi Hua, Tianjiao is looking for a reason to excuse him.

Ye Ming didn't know about these things, and he didn't care.

He checked his clothes and gear, then looked at the hapless man embedded in the ground.

I saw the embarrassed beauty lying in the dirt pit, still beautiful and noble.

"Yo! It turned out to be a great

beauty of Yan! Tsk! You are really miserable now!" Yan

Lan painted!

One of the heavenly prides of the Wind Sacred Land, with the name of the first beauty of the Wind Sacred Land.

In his previous life, he went to the Wind Sacred Land for further study, and he had seen Yanlan paintings.

Compared with Ye Ming, who is a petty Tianjiao, Yanlan Painting is a real proud girl of the sky.

She is the most outstanding Tianjiao of the generation of the three elders, and her strength is far beyond her peers.

At that time, Ye Ming only had the late stage of Shenzang, while Yan Lan painted the early stage of the Purple Mansion.

The few times he met Ye Ming, he was disdainful and looked high.

also because of a Tianjiao of the same vein as a third elder who clashed with Ye Ming and humiliated Ye Ming fiercely.

Later, after Ye Ming's strength was raised to the realm of the Purple Mansion, he taught this dead girl a good lesson in the Great Competition of the Wind Sacred Land Sect.

She was beaten so hard that she knocked out a few teeth.

When he returned hundreds of years after leaving the Northern Xuan Realm, he heard that Yan Lanhua seemed to have died in some secret realm.

At that time, he was still embarrassed, and his mood to show off was a lot lighter.

I didn't expect to see Yan Lan's paintings in such a place in this life, which really made him feel a little complicated.

"Who are you?" Yan

Lanhua said as blood kept coming out of his mouth, and it seemed that he really felt sorry for me.

Ye Ming thought of something, and then took out a mobile phone, and shot wildly at the immobile Yan Lan painting.

"Tut-tut, the first beauty's battle-damaged makeup is a treasure.

If you get the wind sacred land for sale, you can sell at least ten high-grade spirit stones for a piece!"

Thinking that he could take the photo and exchange it for the spirit stone when he turned around, he suddenly felt happy.

Yan Lanhua couldn't understand Ye Ming's words, but he could roughly understand the meaning.

This bastard actually wants to exchange his embarrassed image for spirit stones, which is really hateful.

However, she soon felt Xi Hua, who had landed a hundred meters away, and suddenly looked desperate and remorseful.

"Ahh

But when he saw Xi Hua not far away, he suddenly understood.

"It turned out that I ran into this mad dog, no wonder I was beaten so badly

! I'll help you kill Xi Hua, how about you give me your Feiling Yujue?"

Ye Ming doesn't mind taking advantage of people's danger, such a good bamboo pole is not knocked on the white without knocking!

Yan Lanhua, who was already desperate, suddenly rose a trace of expectation when he heard this.

This man who doesn't know him at all, but is somewhat familiar with himself, is actually ready to fight against Xi Hua.

True or not, this is an opportunity to escape.

"Give! As long as you can kill Xi Hui, I will go back and offer a hundred top-grade spirit stones as a reward!" Yan

Lanhua did not hesitate, and directly threw the Feiling Yujue, which stored all his net worth, to Ye Ming.

"Refreshing! Miss Yan is worthy of being the first fat sheep in the Wind Sacred Land!oh! The first beauty!" Ye

Ming took the Feiling Yujue, and roughly checked it, the value of the cultivation resources in it was around hundreds of top-grade spirit stones.

As far as the spirit stone alone is concerned, it is enough for him to kill hundreds of people with a single throw!

Yan Lanhua is also weak and unable to move at this time, otherwise he will definitely not be finished with this bastard.

What a humiliation it is to dare to call himself a fat sheep

? But Yan Lanhua was even more strange in his heart, this person was obviously not a person from the Wind Sacred Land, how could he know about the rumors among those disciples outside?

Ye Ming didn't care about Yan Lan's painting, and casually laid down a soil recipe to protect Yan Lanhua, and he walked towards Xi Hua.

Black clothes!Blood Sword!Dead Man's Eye!Mad Dog!This

is Ye Ming's impression of Xi Hua, and his evaluation of him.

This mad dog practiced the killing technique, one of the three major town sect exercises in the Hetian Holy Land.

Killing people, killing relatives, killing oneself!

These are the purposes of the Killing Technique, and they are also the three stages of cultivation.

Now he is in the realm of killing, and any enemy he touches, after all, will kill him.

When he passes this stage, he must marry a wife, have children, and live an ordinary life for ten years.

In the end, kill your wife and son, kill all your relatives and friends, and complete the trial of killing your relatives.

When he has finished killing his relatives, he should commit suicide.

Every time you commit suicide, your strength will increase rapidly, and when you complete ninety-nine suicides without dying, you will be able to set foot in the realm of robbing immortals.

After that, the more you commit suicide, the faster your strength grows.

It can be said that the cultivation speed of the Killing Technique is among the best in the entire Xuanyuan Great World.

Ye Ming once fought to the death with a Killing Technique monk in the Immortal King Realm for ten years, and finally won by tricks.

After that, when he saw the cultivators of the Killing Technique, he basically saw one and killed the other.

In fact, even if Yan Lan didn't give money to paint, it was impossible for him to turn over Xi Hua.

"Mad Dog, how many people have you killed now?"

Ye Ming stood there very casually, glancing at Xi Hua with a playful look.

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