Of the two people who came from the front, one was a skinny old man with a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks, while the other was a middle-aged man with an ordinary figure and face.
The middle-aged man was the vice sect leader of the Yellow Spring Sect, Huyan Aobo. Although the caveman did not know why he was here, he was naturally overjoyed to see him.
"Brother Huyan, stop that brat," he shouted sternly.
Huyan Aobo was slightly startled. He saw the stream of light in the air and rushed over to see what was going on. He did not expect that the other party would greet him before he even arrived.
However, he was also not an ordinary person. He immediately noticed He Yiming who was rushing toward him.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Huyan Aobo's body also emitted a ray of light, which wrapped around him and flew into the air, rushing straight toward He Yiming.
As for the monkey-like old man beside him, he looked at them in surprise. He could not understand why these two great Five Qi Unification Great Venerables would actually disregard their reputation and join hands to deal with a Venerable. If news of this matter were to spread, it was certain that their reputation would be greatly damaged.
Looking at the murderous Huyan Aobo in front of him, He Yiming secretly complained.
If there was only one master of this level, he could still think of a way to fight back. At the very least, he was confident that he could escape. However, with two people joining hands, no matter how confident he was in himself, he could only retreat.
His body suddenly turned. Before the two people could close in on him, he changed his direction and escaped again.
This time, he used all his strength. The Wind and Rain Soaring Technique, the Swimming Fish Movement Technique, and the Chasing Lightning Movement Technique were all displayed to the extreme. His entire body was like a bolt of lightning as he suddenly dashed out a distance of over thirty meters.
The two people who were flying in the air felt a chill in their hearts. He Yiming's agility was actually faster than they had expected. Moreover, with this kind of agility, it was likely that he was not much slower than them flying in the air.
The two of them looked at each other in the air and followed closely behind. The old man on the ground was stunned for a few breaths before he shook his head with a bitter smile and gently stomped his feet on the ground. The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and a huge Golden-Fur Rat the size of a tiger jumped out.
The old man's figure flashed, and he was already sitting on the rat's back. He patted it lightly, and the human and beast's bodies shone brightly. The rat actually soared into the air, and it flew forward at a speed that was not inferior to the two people in front of it.
He Yiming naturally knew the strength of the pursuers behind him, but he was not afraid.
He pulled out the tracker hanging on his neck from his tattered chest lapel.
Ever since he entered the Life and Death Realm, he could no longer maintain contact with 108. That place seemed to be an independent space, and the tracker's effect was close to zero.
However, now that he had left the Life and Death World, he naturally no longer had such concerns.
"Brother Bai, are you there?" He Yiming was running as fast as he could, but his tone was still extremely calm.
This was because he had absolute confidence in his heart that with the speed of 108 and the White Horse Lightning, they would definitely be able to reach here in a very short time, as long as the two of them arrived. With the magical ability of 108 and his own power of being one with his horse, even if he could not kill the other party, there was absolutely no problem for him to protect himself.
The tracker made a slight hoarse sound, and then He Yiming's excited voice sounded, "I'm here."
He Yiming was overjoyed and said, "Brother Bai, I'm in danger, come and help me."
108's voice did not immediately come from inside, but He Yiming did not panic, because he knew that 108 was using a very unique method to calculate the position between him and himself.
This was an ability that only 108 had, and even the Divine Mathematician could not do this.
After a few breaths, 108's voice sounded again, "With your current speed, the White Horse Lightning and I will arrive in two hours."
"Excellent …" He Yiming's voice suddenly stopped, and he immediately became extremely angry, "Two hours? Brother Bai, are you kidding me … "
"Two hours is the most conservative estimate. If your speed is any faster, it will take more time to catch up to you," 108 said very calmly.
He Yiming's nose was almost crooked from anger, "You're three hundred miles away from the forest, and you need two hours to get here?"
"We're not three hundred miles away from the forest."
A very bad premonition arose in He Yiming's heart, "Where are you?"
"We're at He Jia Village."
He Yiming staggered. Even if there were two great pursuers behind him, he still almost fell down.
This Hundred and Eight actually brought the White Horse Thunder and Lightning back to the He Clan Manor.
Once he thought about the long journey from here to He Jia Village, his heart felt waves of bitterness.
It seemed that 108 was right. Even if he could fly, even with the White Horse Lightning's speed, if he wanted to catch up to him, two hours might not be enough.
"Come." He Yiming's voice was close to a groan, "I hope that when you get here, I will still be alive."
The murderous aura behind him suddenly rose violently, and a black cross sword appeared behind his back like a ghost.
However, He Yiming seemed to have expected this. He put down the tracker in his hand, and the Five Element Ring nimbly came to his back. The continuously spinning rings easily knocked the cross sword away.
He Yiming's eyes flashed, and his mouth muttered, "Two hours …"
As if he suddenly gained unlimited courage, He Yiming suddenly stopped. The Five Element Light Screen in his hand soared into the sky, and actually turned into a five-colored light, enveloping the two people in the sky.
The moment this five-colored light appeared, the expression of the flying old man on the big mouse suddenly changed. He exclaimed, "Five Element Ring? He is He Yiming of the Heavenly Lake Faction? "
Huyan Aobo's cold voice sounded, "That's right, it is this stupid brat. Brother Zhao, please lend me a hand and kill this brat."
He and He Yiming did not have much hatred between them. Moreover, he knew very well what kind of power He Yiming had behind him. Therefore, he did not really want to kill He Yiming personally. Being able to kill with a borrowed knife was undoubtedly the best choice.
However, the white-haired old man only said one sentence to him, and it made him completely change his mind.
"Master Huyan, Fang Cheng is already dead. He died at the hands of He Yiming."
His words immediately evoked Huyan Aobo's murderous intent, and it was a murderous intent.
The one who flew on the big mouse was the Great Saint of the Mouse Clan of the Totem Clan, Zhao Qinlin. He rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "Okay."
The three people and the mouse reached an agreement in an instant.
Facing the five-colored light screen that rolled up from the ground, they sneered and stretched out their hands at the same time.
The three cold lights were like yachts breaking the surface of the sea, splashing a white brilliance. They actually broke the Five Element Light Screen and stabbed towards He Yiming.
He Yiming was shocked on the spot. Although his Five Element Light Screen was powerful and could barely resist the attack of a Five Qis Unification Venerable, in the face of the three experts, his five-colored light screen suddenly became a complete joke.
Seeing the three lights stabbing down almost at the same time, He Yiming's mind suddenly went blank. He raised his head, and his eyes were blank.
Then, the gorgeous five-colored light suddenly dissipated.
He Yiming held the Five Element Ring and moved it gently beside him.
Something strange happened. He didn't seem to be moving very fast, but every movement was in place.
His movements were not complicated, and Huyan Aobo and the others could see it clearly.
However, no matter how the three of them used the Divine Soldier to attack from a distance, they could only hit the Five Element Ring. They could not cause any substantial damage to He Yiming at all.
The white-haired old man's eyes flashed fiercely. He waved his finger, and the light sword made a turn in the air and stabbed towards He Yiming's back, which seemed to be defenseless. But this time, the old man was not confident at all.
Sure enough, with another crisp sound, He Yiming's Five Element Ring arrived at his back at just the right time. The timing was so perfect that the old man did not even have time to change the flying sword's route.
Looking at He Yiming who was like a wall, the three top experts had the same thought in their minds. How did this guy do it?
Suddenly, the old man raised his eyebrows and said, "The Art of Divine Divination …"
Huyan Aobo and Zhao Qinlin's expressions changed drastically when they heard this.
In this world, only that person was known to be the best at the Art of Divine Divination.
Whether it was the Netherworld Sect or the Totem Clan, none of them were willing to provoke that famous old man. Once they thought of Sergeant I, who always had a smile on his face, they could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
However, when they looked at He Yiming, who was becoming more and more proficient in the Art of Divine Divination, the three of them were filled with murderous intent at the same time.
After looking at each other, they made the same choice at the same time.
The three of them waved their hands at the same time and circled around He Yiming in mid-air. The three weapons that were looking for an opportunity to attack actually left at the same time. Moreover, they flew high into the air and stopped.
He Yiming heaved a long sigh of relief. His back was drenched in cold sweat.
Only now did he feel an instinctive sense of fear.
He had unknowingly exchanged blows with the three of them, and he seemed to have dealt with them quite well.
He laughed bitterly in his heart, and thought, 'I went crazy just now, I definitely went crazy …'
If he had to do it again, he would definitely not choose to take it head-on.
Just as he was about to turn and flee, he suddenly felt a huge pressure appear above his head.
There was no need to observe at all. He Yiming's face had already become extremely ugly. His figure trembled, and just like that, he drilled into the ground and disappeared in an instant.
PS: I started posting at 7: 10, and my home Internet connection was glorious.
Now I'm using 3G Internet, and it seems that the Internet speed is far from as exaggerated as the rumors say …
Sweat …
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