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If it was the previous Ling Jian, perhaps he really would have been tricked by this old man's honey-tongued stomach. Unfortunately, the current Ling Jian, not only did he have to show off his might in front of them, in the end, he also had to send them to a place …
Very soon, Old Yin's group would follow Old Gray's group and meet them …
He was pondering over the feasibility of this matter. As long as he could prove his innocence, the other party would only hold onto a single Heaven and Earth Elixir, and then he would be able to leave safely. Furthermore, they could be considered to have helped Ling Jian.
Although he was confident that he could get rid of those people from the Myriad Thunder Sect, it was better that he could borrow a blade to kill someone.
However, those ruthless eyes were locked onto Ling Jian like a venomous snake, observing the changes in Ling Jian. He was also worried, that if Ling Jian had that kind of mustard seed crystal on him, he could use a single thought to cause the small Heaven's Flexible Armor on his body to detach itself from his body in the blink of an eye, and then store it back into the mustard seed crystal.
With his perception, although this process could be concealed from the four great disciples, it couldn't be hidden from his eyes.
He did hope that Ling Jian would do so. At that time, he would have an unexpected harvest. Mustard Seed Crystals, even with his identity, status, and the small World Sect's status, he did not have the qualifications to enjoy them.
However, what made Old Yin disappointed was that the effects and changes he expected did not come from the young man. This made him feel extremely depressed, and soon after, his calm and self-contained expression gradually became cold.
The surrounding air was freezing at an alarming rate.
However, he had also sensed the subtle changes that had occurred in the surrounding air, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a pleased smile. He nodded his head as if it was the perfect timing, and then said, "Old Yin, look carefully, the words you have said just now, you must take them seriously, otherwise, you will be struck by lightning!"
"Why are you blabbering so much? If you go on like this, this old man will change his mind! "
Old Yin let out a shrill cry, causing the surrounding air to fall even further. This brat had been in the dark for a long time. If he didn't have the Small World Soft Armor, then he would be the most infuriating.
"Cheer up! If you're any slower, I'll cut you in half!"
The four disciples beside Ling Jian also looked at him with unfriendly eyes. A cold glint surfaced on their blades as if they would be able to kill Ling Jian at any moment.
If this kid continued down this path, then they would no longer be as flawless and well-coordinated as they were at the start. When that time came, they would need to rearrange their plans, and that would undoubtedly give this kid a chance to escape.
Ling Jian smirked, he could see through the hearts of the four and said: "Why are you so anxious? I'm the one who's going to take off the clothes, not you. Why don't we slow down our identities? "
In this moment, even if Ling Jian did not have the small Heaven's Flexible Armor on him, he would still find it difficult to escape death. In exchange for his identity, he would be put to death …
"Hurry up, there is a limit to my patience."
If not for the fact that he wanted to test the other party's capabilities, based on his temper, he would have already cursed at him.
"Kid, don't you underestimate the patience of an old man."
"I will count to three. If you do not take off your clothes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As he stared at the boy, who remained expressionless and as tall as a mountain, Old Yin could not help but become furious. Due to his excessive anger, he extended his right hand and pointed three trembling fingers at Ling Jian as he spoke word by word.
"Three!"
Old Yin's trembling finger withdrew one of his fingers.
"Two!"
Old Yin's trembling finger retracted another as he coldly looked at Ling Jian.
Ling Jian laughed in ridicule, and just as Old Yin was about to say three words, Ling Jian suddenly opened his shirt, exposing his bare upper body to the air.
Other than the strong muscles, there was nothing else about the armor.
The four disciples and the elder narrowed their eyes at the same time, before staring straight at Ling Jian's body. Then, their gazes landed on Ling Jian's dragon-like muscles, and could not help but freeze …
What a strong body …
The muscles took on the shape of a dragon. No wonder this kid was able to withstand the punch of the Myriad Thunder Sect's seventh level martial artist with his cultivation of the sixth level of the martial way.
"Gentlemen, have you seen enough? No? Have I proven my innocence? "
"Can I go now?"
Ling Jian's voice carried a hint of sneer as he suddenly scuttled out from beside the four disciples. Then, he slapped his palm towards the place where he had been standing in the air, and under the power of the spirit energy, the thick mist powder was completely released.
Beside the four disciples, they were enveloped by the grayish-white fog, temporarily obstructing their line of sight.
"Kid, run over there!"
Old Yin gave a stern shout and rushed over, only to see a thick ball of mist spread out from the four disciples' bodies, and then, in a flash, it surrounded the four disciples, and did not even manage to see Ling Jian's body.
"Four disciples, let's attack together. That kid is right beside you. He hasn't walked out yet!"
Old Yin let out a cry as it spread in all directions and reached the four disciples by the side of the fog. Like an eagle, he landed on the branch of a large tree and swept his gaze over the scene with a dark and cold expression.
"Brat, even if you manage to escape, you will still die …"
Old Yin stared unwaveringly into the mist, while the aftermath of the battle sent chills down his spine. He felt a sharp pain in his vision from within the mist. Just what level of mist powder was that? It was actually this powerful?
Could it be poisonous fog?
Just as Old Yin finished transmitting his thought, four cries simultaneously rang out from within the fog. Immediately after, a bright and beautiful sword light shot up into the sky, and the heads of the four small World Sect disciples were cut off by some sort of mysterious sharp sword and sent flying into the air, out of the area covered by the fog.
"This is bad!"
Old Yin's complexion greatly changed. He never would have thought that in this short period of time, the four disciples of the small World Sect had already died a violent death!