Master of Beasts

"Youli, are you here too?"

A voice full of joy came from the crowd. A young man in a blue robe walked out quickly from behind, and the disciples of the Thirteen Peaks along the way gave way one after another.

Looking at the young man, Youli's black eyebrows frowned indistinctly, as if recalling some unpleasant past events.

"Huh? Brother Yang knows that girl?"

"Hey, I originally planned to go up and strike up a conversation, but now it seems that I have no chance."

"Brother Yang knows a girl, do you dare to have an idea?"

"Just kidding, just kidding."

The young man with a warm smile on his face walked in slowly, he looked at You Li, and gave a graceful salute: "Long time no see."

Dai Mei frowned slightly, Youli said indifferently: "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, Youli walked past the blue-robed young man on her own, as if there was no such person in front of her.

Being ignored like this, the blue-robed youth's face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Yo, when Yang Ling was so deflated?" A smiling young man raised the corners of his mouth in a playful way.

Mo Li, ranked twelfth on the star list, is considered a minor celebrity among the thirteen peaks.

The star list is a list that records the influential figures in the thirteen peaks, and only the truly outstanding ones are eligible to leave their names on it.

"Hey, there's a good show to watch." Some people who were obviously at odds with Yang Ling on weekdays all showed mocking expressions at this time.

Turning around, Yang Ling had the cheek to follow quickly.

"Youli, do you still remember me? I'm Yang Ling." Walking not far from Youli, Yang Ling's eyes were a little hot.

Gently clenched the jade hand, a faint chill flashed in Youli's beautiful eyes.

Remember?

Of course she remembers!

Ten years ago, when she was a child playing at the gate of Shuijing Pavilion, Yang Ling, who was about the same age, stood in front of her with a haughty attitude.

"I heard that your father Lan Di died? No wonder the status of Shuijing Pavilion has plummeted in Dizhou, and now it is even abandoned by some big shots."

"From now on, the Shuijing Pavilion will be a dubious force, haha."

These sharp-edged words left deep marks in her young heart. Seeing Yang Ling right now, the childish and piercing laughter seemed to echo in her ears again.

"We've met before." Seeing Youli's silence, Yang Ling said hastily again.

When he saw Youli for the first time, he was also taken aback for a moment, the current Youli looks so touching, as for those words in the past, he has long since thrown them out of the blue.

"Get lost." Youli stared ahead, and said calmly, the words that Yang Ling managed to organize were suddenly choked in his throat.

"What happened?"

"These two seem to be in conflict."

"Shh, be careful not to be heard by the people of Yuya, I will clean you up tonight."

The surrounding discussions made Yang Ling's expression gradually turn ugly: "Youli..."

"Get out." Turning her head, You Li's eyes, which were usually plain like a deep pool, showed a hint of sharpness.

"I……"

"Hey, Youli told you to get out, didn't you hear?" Henry Zhang's indifferent voice, grabbing Yang Ling's shoulder, slowly sounded in the field.

Seeing this, all the noise around him disappeared in an instant, and one after another with surprised eyes gathered on Henry Zhang.

This young man dared to grab Yang Ling's shoulder, and even said a word?

Doesn't he know how powerful Yang Ling is?

"What are you?" After breaking free a few times, Henry Zhang's palm remained motionless like an iron hoop, and Yang Ling's face suddenly darkened.

Not to mention the new disciples, even some strong men on the Starfall Ranking would give him three points of courtesy when they saw him. How dare this kid treat him with such an attitude, does he not want to hang around in Thirteen Peaks? !

"Yang Ling, the tenth strongman in the Starfall Ranking, has fought against Mu Yuan many times before, but all of them ended in a draw.

" Henry Zhang said expressionlessly.

"You know it's me, why don't you let go quickly?" Yang Ling looked at Henry Zhang with a sneer.

"I'm sorry, from now on, you won't have a chance to win or lose with him." Henry Zhang put his mouth close to Yang Ling's ear, and said softly: "Because, that guy has already been slaughtered by me." .”

Yang Ling's pupils suddenly constricted.

"What? He is Henry Zhang? That Wuyuan Lingshi, Wupin alchemist?"

"So young?"

"No wonder you are not afraid of Yang Ling, it turns out you have the confidence."

While some people were surprised, some female disciples laughed at this moment: "Su Yun, haven't you always been interested in this little junior brother? The real person is here, why don't you hurry up and express it?"

"Go, go, don't you see that he is standing up for his sweetheart?"

"How do I feel, this tone is a bit sour."

Many outer peak disciples were a little dumbfounded when they heard the words. They didn't expect that Henry Zhang would have some fame before he entered the Thirteen Peaks.

"There's really no comparison between people." Xue Yi smiled wryly and shook his head.

Among the many voices of discussion.

"Take your hands away." Yang Ling calmed down the shock in his heart, and stared at Henry Zhang coldly.

"I just don't take it, what can you do?" Henry Zhang said flatly.

"Don't think that if you defeat Mu Yuan, you have the right to be equal to me. Now, if that guy appears in front of me, he won't be able to last for ten breaths." Yang Ling sneered, with a powerful breath unique to the eighth-level Lingpan, Spread out in all directions.

Eighth order?

Many people's complexions changed slightly.

Not long ago, Yang Ling was only the seventh-rank Lingpan, and the tenth ranking on the Starfall List was a bit pretentious, but now, he has been able to completely secure that position.

"Eighth level, is it very powerful?" Henry Zhang said calmly while grabbing Yang Ling's shoulders. The breath that the former erupted just now, apart from making his black robe flutter, did not make his body move back half a bit.

"You..." A chill suddenly rose in Yang Ling's eyes.

Just now, he saw that Henry Zhang's palm had turned into a color like fire glaze, and it was not difficult to guess that Henry Zhang must have practiced some kind of body-refining spirit.

Otherwise, the ordinary sixth-order spirits will definitely be blown away directly.

"Let's go." Youli turned around, forcing a smile on her face.

Although she was extremely displeased with Yang Ling, she didn't want Henry Zhang to attract too many people's attention on the first day.

"Although I don't know where you offended Youli, it's the first time I've seen her so angry. I won't let this matter go. Let's play slowly in the future." The corner of his mouth raised slightly, Henry Zhang let go of his palm, Immediately, he yawned and followed Youli lazily.

"Little bastard!"

Under the gazes of many strange gazes, Yang Ling's face was gradually covered with a livid color: "That's right, let's play slowly in the future."

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