Chen Ling stood up and tidied up his clothes, and found that the sky was gradually brightening at this moment, and the fire in the middle was gradually extinguishing, leaving only curling smoke floating into the distance. Although most of the people had woken up, they still seemed dead.

It was just a familiar figure in the crowd, and his eyes looked at this side. This person was Ding Dali. He first swept through the four tents, and then looked cautiously at Chen Ling. When he saw Chen Ling, there was a strange feeling on his face, which made him unable to say. He always felt that Chen Ling at this moment seemed different from last night. No matter how good his expression and temperament was, he was no longer the same as Chen Ling last night, and he gave people a sense of awe.

Chen Ling felt the gaze he cast, and smiled at him, then looked around, feeling the indifference of the vast fields like a desert. There were occasional scattered dry grass on the surface, making this week look even more dead and fluttering: "It seems like a good place to do it."

He was about to get up when he suddenly felt the wind was everywhere. He could feel the strong wind, and the sand and dust on the ground flew wildly, making everyone unable to open their eyes. After a moment, four pure auras shot out from the outer edge of the four tents. The four pure auras made a squeak when the miasma touched the miasma, and then the miasma around quickly dissipated.

After the miasma was gone, Chen Ling saw the entire landform clearly. As he had just judged, he didn't know how long they had been away from Tianhe City and how far they had left Tianhe City. He could only secretly hope that the farther they were from Kanzhou, the better. For him, the closer they were to Kanzhou, the more dangerous they were. He naturally understood this principle. Kanzhou was full of strong people, and any strong person could crush them.

Just as Chen Ling was thinking about it, three figures walked out of the three tents. The three of them were about in their early twenties, with medium figures, all dressed in white, wearing long swords around their waists, and the aura they exuded was indeed different from these people. This is probably the difference in strength, but from the whole appearance, they were full of arrogance and a lofty ugly appearance in their bones.

As soon as the three of them left the tent, the crowd became quieter. Each of them stood up to give in. Everyone's eyes showed a hint of fear and fear.

The three of them looked at everyone with disdain, then walked towards Qingyu and laughed, then walked towards the tent to the east. When the three of them were about to approach, the tent was lifted up, and a middle-aged man came inside. The middle-aged man had a wide face, a fat face and a burly figure. His whole body looked a little domineering. Just the breath on his body could make people feel surrendered.

When the three white cultivators saw the middle-aged man, they shouted respectfully: "Uncle Master," they could see that the middle-aged man was the leading figure among the four of them.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and walked towards the crowd, with three people in white following behind him.

While moving, the middle-aged man looked at everyone calmly. Seeing the eyes swept, everyone couldn't help but retreat.

The middle-aged man fixed his body, his muscles twitched, and his face suddenly became vicious. He roared at everyone: "Today, we must arrive in Kanzhou. If anyone dares to deliberately delay the trip, I will make him worse than death."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the two men in white behind him and asked, "Zuoyi, Zuo Qiu, did the madman deal with it yesterday?"

Two men in white who were called Zuoyi, Zuo Qiu walked out and said at the same time: "Please rest assured, uncle, that kid has been killed by me."

Another man called Left-Yiyi even asked for help: "A boy from the Mai-Changing Stage, he didn't know how to live or die. We didn't draw a sword. We used only a few palms to destroy the boy's internal organs. That boy was a bit stubborn, and he asked for his own death."

The middle-aged man's eyes were still calm, as if a life was not enough for him. He said to the left robe: "Remember not to be ruthless. If you should be dealt with, you should deal with it. As long as the thirty slaves selected this time are guaranteed to be 70% of them to Kanzhou, even if they complete the task smoothly, if they encounter those who dare to resist, they will be killed."

The three men in white all replied respectfully: "Yes, uncle."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, then his face turned solemn, as if he had thought of something, and said, "How to deal with that kid's body?"

Zuo Yi said, "I have been thrown into this wilderness," and he glanced at the crowd, immediately recognized Ding Dali, and shouted to Ding Dali, "You come out."

Ding Dali quickly came to the four people, suppressed a hint of Yin smile on his face and said, "Please rest assured, four sirs, I have dealt with his body. That guy has destroyed all his internal organs and died so much that he can't die anymore, and there is no breath."

The middle-aged man looked sharply at Ding Dali and said contemptuously: "You speak well and I will treat you as a personal person in the future." He said that, and waved his hand to let him go.

Ding Dali was tactful and retreated, but cursed in his heart: "Fuck your ancestors for the 18th generation, in my heart, you are also a group of pigs."

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold again, and he let out his domineering spirit, shouting at the crowd: "You group of servants are destined to be slaves for life. If anyone dares not accept it, your fate will be the same as that crazy person, one word will die."

Under his roar, everyone could only look at each other, no one dared to respond. They all knew how much they were. How could the Condensing Mai Realm be as powerful as the Forged Realm? Under the cover of these four strong men, they had no chance to escape.

Especially the middle-aged man who just spoke, he had the seventh level of body casting cultivation. It was just a finger to crush these people in the Condensation Stage, not to mention that there were three people in the Condensation Stage. Therefore, anyone who dared to resist would be stupid. Everyone is still recalling the innocent boy yesterday. The tragic scene is vivid in my mind. Some people are regretting him, some people feel worthless for him, and of course some people think he is helpless.

The middle-aged man saw that everyone was timid and weak, and all surrendered by his intimidation, and his face became even more arrogant. He waved his hand and was about to say he would go.

A calm voice came, but it exploded in his ear like thunder: "If I don't accept it, what should I do?"

"Huh?" Not only were the middle-aged men asking questions, but everyone present was falsely shocked by the voice. They never expected that anyone would dare to say such words at this time. Isn't this like self-destruction? They were all guessing in their hearts: "Who is so bold."

As the source of the sound went, everyone looked dozens of feet away. When everyone saw it clearly, they all lost their teeth. Even the three men in white looked surprised and looked very unbelievable, and said in their hearts: "This is impossible."

Although the middle-aged man had a lot of questions, he was still calm. However, his eyes at Chen Ling became colder and deeper, and the murderous intent on his face became stronger. He said in his heart: "I will never stay this person, and I will threaten life and death in the future."

The sound came from a boy dozens of feet away. The boy was wearing a cloth clothes, covered in blood, his whole body was ruined, and his face was covered with dirt. It must have been because he suffered a disaster yesterday. If he hadn't been handsome and as if he was stinky beggars, this person was no one else, but Chen Ling, who everyone thought had been killed.

Chen Ling, who was sitting cross-shaped, slowly opened his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, slowly got up, and looked at the middle-aged man with calm eyes.

Chen Ling could clearly sense everything just now. Every move and even every breath of everyone could not escape his powerful soul perception. However, just now he deliberately concealed his breath and kept closing his eyes and resting.

A young man in the crowd lowered his head and beat his chest hard. The scoundrel shook his head. This person was Ding Dali. He had already developed as he had thought before. He didn't expect that this would be the result. He thought Chen Ling had a chance to escape, but he didn't know why he did this. Under the scoundrel, he was still inexplicably angry: "Is his brain really broken?"

When the middle-aged man saw Chen Ling get up, his eyes glanced at Chen Ling like a wandering soul, and he became more and more confused: "It is obviously a person with the ninth level of condensed veins, but this person is so calm when facing the deterrent of the divine thoughts he released. And how could this kid survive? The key is that he recovers so quickly."

In the eyes of middle-aged men, this was completely impossible. A man with the peak of his vein was killed by a cast body and could survive. The injuries he suffered could recover in one night. This is rare in the entire martial arts continent.

The middle-aged man's face twitched, his face looked ugly and glanced at his left shirt. Zuo Qiu and his two scolded, "It's useless."

After being scolded, the two of them did not dare to show off their anger. Both of them looked at Chen Ling viciously. In their opinion, they did not completely kill Chen Ling, but were scolded by their elders and made them look ugly in public. All this came to Chen Ling, and they wanted to tear Chen Ling to pieces to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

But in his heart, there was always doubt. He both killed Chen Ling until he died, so how could he survive? They didn't believe in their eyes until now.

Seeing the four people's appearance, Chen Ling chuckled and said, "Four, have you disappointed?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "I'm indeed a little disappointed, but you're still going to die. Even if you can recover, you can't change anything. Just the peak of the vein condensation, you'll just be like crushing an ant."

Chen Ling deliberately concealed his cultivation. Although he is now at the fourth level of casting, the other party has four castings, and one is at the seventh level of cultivation. Two of the other three are at the third level and one is at the fourth level. If four people attack him at the same time, the form of Chen Ling facing him will be very serious, so he cannot challenge the four people directly now, so he can only eliminate one of them first. In this way, Chen Ling will be confident to kill the other three, even if there is one of the seventh level of casting cultivation.

Chen Ling looked at the middle-aged man and said casually, "Is that true? Since you know me as an ant, then I, an ant, will challenge you. Do you dare to fight?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the crowd was in an uproar. Everyone couldn't believe their ears. A person with the peak of the vein condensation had the courage to challenge the power of the cast body, not to mention a strong man with the seventh level of the cast body. Everyone showed this strangeness and thought to themselves that this kid was dead.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was very surprised. This boy dared to challenge him, and he was a slave. He sighed in his heart: "Mad! This boy is so crazy that he is no longer crazy."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You challenged me, but you are a little brave. But you are not worthy of fighting with me. Killing you is like crushing an ant to death. I admire your arrogance very much. If I hadn't offended me, I would really want to keep you in Kanzhou and train you well. Unfortunately, I am destined to die now."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the man in white next to him, Zuoyi said fiercely: "Bold, you are a slave, and you dare to challenge my uncle. I didn't kill you last night. It's your luck. Now I'll kill you." As he said that, the Zuoyi was about to flash out and kill Chen Ling.

Chen Ling, who was originally calm, suddenly burst out sharply. With his memory, he knew very well that this Zuoyi was the one who killed him last night, and Zuo Qiu on the side. Chen Ling wanted to tear the two of them into pieces and scolded him: "Since you are going to fight, you two will go together," Chen Ling looked at Zuo Qiu on the side with a cold look.

After hearing his words, everyone gasped and challenged two body casting stages at the same time. Could it be that this guy's head was really burned out, and he was still just looking for death? Even if he was at the peak of the power of the condensation vein, the two people he faced were strong men in the body casting stage. Everyone was muttering, speechless.

Zuo Qiu, who was swept by Chen Ling, said angrily: "Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you." As he said that, he jumped out and roared like a gust of wind in Chen Ling.

At the same time, the left robe also surrounded with a vicious look on his face.
Chapter completed!