"Back off …"
A fierce shout suddenly rang out. Even when the smoke had just revealed a hint, it had already reached everyone's ears.
Almost subconsciously, all the disciples of the Grand Divine Wind Palace retreated as if springs had been installed under their feet.
They were all masters of the acquired realm. Even the weakest among them was at least at the eighth level of Internal Strength. Moreover, the disciples who had been carefully selected to come to the Northwest to compete were naturally not people who were just there to make up the numbers.
Even if Zhang Zhongyun had not shouted, they would have immediately chosen to avoid the yellow smoke after seeing it.
Only Li Dongrong and the others, who were standing respectfully behind them with their heads bowed, stood still in shock. Although most of them were masters of Internal Strength, how could such "masters" be compared to the elites from the Grand Divine Wind Palace?
Under such a sudden situation, they were all dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.
In a flash, He Yiming had already arrived in front of them. His hands were as fast as lightning, grabbing and throwing the dozens of people far away.
Each of these people weighed more than 100 kilograms, but for He Yiming at this time, they were almost no different from straw in his hands.
In just a breath's time, the dozens of people had all flown into the sky and were shouting and dancing in the air.
But when they flew more than 100 meters away and fell, they found that they had landed on their feet. There seemed to be a layer of magical power under their feet, which made them soft and powerless.
Dozens of people fell to the ground. Except for those who fell to the ground because their legs were too weak due to panic, half of them were stable on the ground, and none of them were hurt at all.
When they came to their senses, they looked at He Yiming as if they were looking at a god.
After He Yiming threw those people away, his body was as fast as lightning, flying away from the yellow smoke area.
Although he had already condensed the Three Flowers and was immune to most poisons, even the most powerful poisons in the world would not be able to kill him through this kind of smoke.
However, he still carefully avoided the yellow smoke. After all, it was made of flesh and blood. He was not stupid enough to personally experience it.
When the yellow smoke overflowed, Jin Zhanzheng's reaction wasn't slow at all. He retreated instead of advancing, but his goal was also far beyond He Yiming's expectations.
His body moved like lightning and swept across the carriage. Then, he came to the other side and hugged the Big Black Horse not far away. However, he leaped up as if he was weightless and appeared a hundred meters away in an instant.
Zhang Zhongyun's movements were not slow either. Before the yellow smoke spread out, he had already moved far away.
With their status, they would never do anything that would put their lives in danger.
However, after Jin Zhanzheng stood still, he immediately let go of the black horse. With a jump of his toes, a stone flew across the sky and flew into the carriage like a meteor.
His technique of using hidden weapons was so ingenious. Even if he was wearing shoes, the control of his toes had reached the pinnacle.
There seemed to be some sound in the yellow smoke. He Yiming's ears moved slightly and caught a trace of it.
In his senses, a person had already slipped down from the carriage, and was rolling forward in an extremely strange manner.
The speed of this person's rolling was extremely fast. In an instant, he had passed through the yellow smoke. Moreover, the direction he left was extremely clever. He just happened to avoid He Yiming and the other two Innate Experts.
The crowd outside was already in a mess. He took advantage of the chaos and immediately blended into the crowd. Then, he slipped away like a fish.
He Yiming was secretly shocked. This person's means were so brilliant. Whether it was the ability to hide his whereabouts or the ability to make a prompt decision to create chaos, he even dodged Jin Zhanzheng's stone hidden weapon and blended into the crowd in an unexpected way.
The series of performances made He Yiming have a whole new level of respect for this person.
They were not on the same side, but it did not affect He Yiming's evaluation of him at all.
After turning and swaying in the crowd, the person instantly passed through the crowd and turned outside a wall. He was so familiar with the route that it was clear that he had premeditated and calculated long ago.
He Yiming's eyes flickered, and the world in front of him instantly turned pale.
Nevertheless, before the familiar lines appeared, He Yiming's heart was in his mouth.
A powerful and fierce murderous intent soared into the sky. When He Yiming sensed this murderous intent, even the hairs on his body couldn't help but stand on end.
The tracker on his chest trembled intensely. At this moment, He Yiming immediately withdrew from the state of wind and was fully alert.
Even when he faced Ai Wenbin and the other Venerable Ones, he did not have such an unbelievably strong sense of crisis.
Needless to say, at that time, those Venerable Ones did not intend to kill him, so they did not use all their strength to deal with him.
In an instant, He Yiming had already caught the source of this murderous aura.
In the other direction of the thick yellow smoke, a substantial metal-mastery power had unknowingly reached its peak.
This metal-elemental power was different from his glaive. Although it did not have the imposing aura of Mount Tai, the metal-elemental power had an indestructible sharpness that could cut through anything, and it was superior to his glaive.
Jin Zhanzheng. He Yiming immediately understood that the momentum must have come from this powerhouse from the east.
He Yiming's pupils quickly shrunk. He finally saw a bit of Jin Zhanzheng's strength, and the tip of the iceberg was already so terrifying. He finally understood why the Venerable Ones from the Heavenly Lake's main bloodline still tried to delay the martial arts competition between him and Jin Zhanzheng after seeing his strength.
Those Venerable Ones were right — Jin Zhanzheng's strength was even more fearsome than they expected.
Following that, a lightning bolt streaked across the space as though it had arrived at its destination the moment it left Ou Yangming's hand.
He Yiming "heard" that it was a spear — a spear that was nearly 3 meters long.
The spear pierced through from the other side of the thick smoke, leaving a transparent hole on the wall where the assassin disappeared, then it disappeared.
Even so, He Yiming, who had sharp ears, could naturally hear the sound of someone falling to the ground from the other side of the wall. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, He Yiming knew that when the assassin was about to escape, all his efforts were in vain.
At the same time, even though this spear was not aimed at He Yiming, he still felt a chill run down his spine.
There was always a thought lingering in his mind. 'If I fight with Jin Zhanzheng and let him stab with the spear, how should I block it?'
Countless thoughts flashed in his mind. In just an instant, he had determined that unless he used the large glaive that was transformed by 108, he was not confident that he could block the attack. It was the same even if he used the Five-element Ring.
The series of changes only happened in an instant, and it also ended in an instant.
Before most people could react to what had happened, Jin Zhanzheng had already shot out his spear and killed the culprit on the spot.
With a flash, Jin Zhanzheng leaped over the thick smoke that no longer filled the air and arrived outside the wall.
He Yiming hesitated for a moment, then he also leaped out.
Outside the wall, a black-clothed person was nailed into the opposite wall by a spear.
Jin Zhanzheng reached out and pulled out the spear. He used his strength cleverly, and with a flip of his wrist, he flipped the person over.
The fierce spear actually pierced through the person's throat. Blood flowed out from the person's throat, and the powerful essential Qi attached to the spear had long destroyed all the vitality in the person's body.
It was an ordinary face, but it was full of horror. It seemed that he could not believe that he would die in such a way.
He Yiming looked at the person, and he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere before, but he just could not remember where.
Jin Zhanzheng looked at the spear in his hand, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He Yiming looked over. Although he had just killed a person, there was no trace of blood on the spear. Whether it was the spearhead or the spear body, they were as bright as snow under the sunlight, shining dazzlingly.
Jin Zhan trembled slightly, and the entire spear suddenly softened. The spear body quickly deflated into a long line, leaving only the spear tip that was still shining brightly.
Subsequently, the entire long line was rolled into a circle. Jin Zhanzheng gently buckled the spearhead and put it into his waist pouch.
He Yiming's eyes flashed with surprise. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Jin, what exactly is the spear body of your spear made of?"
Jin Zhanzheng smiled and did not hide anything. He said, "The spear body is refined from the leather armor of a legendary divine beast, a dragon, after shedding its skin. It's a priceless treasure in the arsenal of the Grand Spirit Palace."
"Divine Dragon?" He Yiming asked hesitantly, "Is there really such a thing in the world?"
"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there were divine beasts and divine cultivators in the world. However, in these thousands of years, there was no trace of them. " Jin Zhanzheng let out a long sigh. "However, the divine objects and miracles left behind by divine beasts and divine cultivators are not rare, so there should be such a thing."
He Yiming suddenly remembered 108's first friend, who might be a divine cultivator. He also inexplicably disappeared thousands of years ago.
As for the whereabouts of this person, even 108 did not know.
He Yiming sighed softly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a burst of cries that sounded like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.
He and Jin Zhanzheng looked at each other and immediately climbed over the wall. They immediately saw the owner of the mansion, Li Dongrong, kneeling on the ground. His tears fell like rain, which made people shudder. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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