Urban Medical God

These days, no one around him clings to himself.

Every time they stepped out of this door, those Kunlun Xu\'s talented disciples would give Lingbao and praise.

But today, it is the first time to face each other.

"you do not know me?"

The middle-aged man has an interesting taste.

Ye Chen hadn\'t spoken yet, but Ye Luoer stood her chest up and said, "What are you? Why does Mr. Ye want to know you?"

"Mr. Ye?"

The middle-aged man frowned. He also knew some genius brothers, but the surnamed Ye was very few.

Just now his spiritual sense was released, and he also knew that so many people there seemed to be unfriendly to this masked youth.

Is it really casual repair?

You must know that in the past few days, there are indeed Sanxiu who have come here, but the final result is the same.

This group of people was either ruthlessly humiliated or fell here.

The cruelty of martial arts has always been like this.

Without strength, openly challenging authority will only lead to a dead end in the end.

However, it is impossible for him to crush San Xiu, this is too much of his own identity.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Chen, then stretched out his hand, pointed to Hou Yong who was seriously injured, and said: "Boy, there are some things that I don\'t want to do too much. You wipe the blood off the door, and then fight the injured I apologize to the people, I can assume that this has never happened."

Hou Yong opened his eyes in a daze, he naturally heard the middle-aged man speak for him, his eyes were happy, although he is too badly injured and embarrassed, but the presence of a middle-aged man means that he is here. never fail.

Ye Xitian, who was wearing a mask, wanted to move him, it was impossible!

Regardless of the tearing pain on his body, he stood up with difficulty, and said to the middle-aged man: "Thank you, senior, for taking the shot! Hou Yong is grateful!"

The middle-aged man ignored him, Hou Yong felt embarrassed and couldn\'t get off the stage.

His gaze could only be directed at Ye Chen, and his anger broke out: "Little beast, you are a casual cultivator, even if you are very strong, but you dare to disrespect seniors! Do you know the origin of this senior? He is you and you will never offend him. Exist."

Ye Chen glanced at Hou Yong, he could feel the killing intent in the opponent\'s eyes.

No matter what, this kind of garbage must be cleaned up today.

It is his usual practice to kill all threats in the cradle.

He stepped forward and stopped in front of Ye Luoer, then his gaze shot at the middle-aged man, and said every word: "You want to protect him?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I don\'t care if you are a casual cultivator or from a top sect. When you arrive at the blood spirit secret realm, you must abide by the rules of the blood spirit secret realm. No one is qualified to disturb the mansion of Senior Han.

You should be thankful that Senior Han is in retreat. If you change to normal, you, including everyone here, have become cold corpses. "

"With me today, I won\'t allow you to kill!"

Hou Yong also sneered, as if he was in charge of everything: "Ye Jitian, I know Kunlun rumors that you are very strong, but do you really think you are qualified to speak here?"

"I advised you..."

Hou Yong hadn\'t finished speaking, but Ye Chen\'s indifferent voice was like thunder exploding!

"Noisy!"

"The person Ye Jitian wants to kill has never been qualified to stand!"

At this point, the middle-aged man, Hou Yong, and everyone\'s face changed drastically.

Having said everything so clearly, this guy has to do it!

The middle-aged man also found Ye Chen\'s posture of raising his hand, his eyes shrank, and a long sword was instantly sacrificed in his hand.

The long sword carried an icy streamer, as if traveling through time and space, heading towards Ye Chen.

"Boy, so brave, dare to go against my meaning!"

The middle-aged man is completely angry!

He didn\'t bother to shoot Ye Chen, but this kid actually challenged his bottom line again and again!

No matter what, Hou Yong, he must protect today.

Ye Chen naturally felt the cold light swallowed, his eyes condensed, and Jiuyou Skykiller was directly held in the palm of his hand!

It stabbed towards the long sword without warning.

"Ding!"

The two forces collided directly in the air, wiping out violent sparks.

The middle-aged man felt the endless demonic energy as if swallowing his sword. At this moment, his face changed drastically!

It even exclaimed: "People of the Demon Race!"

"You turned out to be a member of the Demon Race!"

Immediately, the middle-aged man put away his contempt, and the spirit sword in his hand swung fiercely, and a blood-red light surrounded the sword, like lightning that tore through the night, and slashed towards Ye Chen\'s head.

In his eyes, people of the demons must not stay!

Otherwise, the troubles are endless!

Seeing that a sword was about to be cut, Hou Yong\'s eyes were so excited that he was injured in the distance!

He wished Ye Jitian would die!

"Little beast! Even if you have a great reputation among the many sects of Kunlun Xu, so what! This is in the blood spirit secret realm, strength is the only rule, you offend seniors, you are simply looking for death!"

Ye Luoer also felt the strength of the middle-aged man. She didn\'t want Ye Chen to have an accident and exclaimed, "Mr. Ye, be careful!"

Ye Chen nodded, spreading his five fingers, and the Jiuyou Sky-killing Spear instantly twisted, even more like a spirit snake entwining the middle-aged man\'s sword!

The powerful sword power was instantly swallowed by the demonic energy around the Jiuyou Sky Spear.

Deadlock!

The middle-aged man discovered the weirdness of the Jiuyou Skykiller in Ye Chen\'s hand.

"What kind of weapon is this, it can be transformed at will!"

"Does it come from ancient times?"

The words haven\'t fallen yet, Ye Chen\'s other empty hand, but a silver needle appeared!

"What kind of weapon is in my hand, you don\'t need to care about it."

"The only thing you have to do is to watch me kill the person you want to protect!"

"The person Ye Xitian wanted to kill, no one has ever survived unharmed!"

After the words fell, the silver needle in Ye Chen\'s hand directly shot out.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man\'s pupils shrank to the extreme!

The aura of his Daoyuan Realm climbed to its peak~www.mtlnovel.com~ He wanted to block everything with his Qi, but found that he was not qualified!

The silver needle stroked his hand, and the spirit of the surrounding world seemed to be absorbed by the silver needle!

The silver needle instantly expanded and turned into a spear, breaking through the void!

Come to Hou Yong!

The powerful energy shook the middle-aged man back several steps on the spot, and his expression became more and more ferocious!

He exclaimed again: "Healing God, this kid is also proficient in Healing God!"

Hou Yong in the distance naturally felt the spear transformed into a silver needle appeared in front of him, his expression almost frightened.

I was seriously injured, now it is impossible to hide!

He could only watch Death appear in front of him!

"Puff!" With a sound, the spear passed through the center of his eyebrows, and the horrified head burst directly.