Strange World Little Cooking Saint Chapter 526: Viburnum dew (9)

"Then what shall we do? Are we going to give up?" Han Ziyi was not reconciled. This time he came out with a major mission on his back.

The formulas of vitality spring water and viburnum dew are things he desperately needs. But this time because the things in front of the auction house were all swept away by those people, the spirit stones on other people's bodies were not consumed, and the competition for the last vitality spring water was extremely fierce.

Although their Han family is now steadily rising, they don't have the strength to compete with those first-class powers.

So in the end, he was empty-handed. It's hard to explain to the family in this way. The only way is to take the risk like this.

The elder next to him heard his unwillingness, but he was helpless, "I can't see the strength of those people. If you want to force in, I'm afraid the people before the next round are similar."

Han Ziyi suddenly became a little frustrated, but his acting style formed over the years quickly calmed him down.

It is impossible for him to give up so easily. It is related to whether he can become the head of the Han family. He doesn't want to fall short.

"Since we can't forcibly enter, then we can wait." Han Ziyi said, "It's definitely not only us who are looking at them. Only when the snipe and the clam compete, the fisherman can profit. We can wait."

While they were talking, seven or eight figures appeared not far away. Those people also seemed to see the unusualness of this mist, but there was a strong man in the realm of form and spirit among them. They just hesitated for a while before entering the mist.

Those people entering the mist, they feel as if their facial features are blocked, there is only a vast white mist in front of them, and nothing else can be seen or heard.

After they went a little deeper, they realized something was wrong and wanted to quit, but it was too late. They have been surrounded by others...

Han Ziyi and the others were listening outside, wanting to hear the movement, but for some reason in the mist, there was still no movement.

Immediately afterwards, several groups of people entered one after another, but even if they went forward and succeeded, they still fell into the spray like a pebble, and there was no movement.

These weirdness fell in the eyes of the people around, and gradually, more people surrounded by the mist. They were all incomprehensible in the mist, and did not rashly go inside.

There are more and more people outside the fog, and inside, Feng Luo and the others have been seeing no one coming, and their expressions are gradually not as relaxed as before. They know that the dinner begins next.

At this moment, a figure flashed in front of them, and Shi Yu quietly appeared.

"There are a total of eight strong men in the form of gods outside." Because of the gods, her perception is also amazing. She can see the realm of people outside as long as it is not much higher than she can't see through.

"Eight?" Everyone looked at him.

Now all of them add up to eight people, and the other party is not yet considered a cultivator in infancy.

"You don't have to panic." Shi Yu said, "Those people who come outside don't necessarily mean that everyone wants to kill us. My soul can still support two quarters of an hour. Two quarters later, this The fog will dissipate. We try our best to make a quick resolution."

"Hmm."

After Shi Yu finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he leaped up and flew straight over the mist.

People outside noticed it too, and they all looked up and saw a beautiful woman with white hair standing above, and many people suddenly felt a little stunned.

The illusionist...

They come here, I'm afraid they might run into iron plates.

"Everyone, follow along this way, but are you looking for me?" Shi Yu stood in the air, looking at them blankly.

When everyone saw the white-haired woman with indifferent eyes and looking condescendingly, they felt a little unhappy in their hearts, but at the same time, they also had drums in their hearts.

Ordinary people don't have the confidence to talk to them like this. Could it be said that this person is really someone they can't afford to offend?

They were suspicious, but they saw that someone in the crowd had already stood up, "You don't have to misunderstand, our Promise Sword Sect is just passing by."

The Promise Sword Sect is also the top five sect in the Eighth Layer. What they say is that they have just come to watch the excitement and have no other thoughts.

Since the first person took the lead, other people who didn't want to cause troubles all stood up and said that they had no covetous intentions.

Of course Shi Yu would not believe what these people were saying, but since they talked like this, it was temporarily relieved of a part of the pressure. As for the remaining ones, some people retreated to the side in silence, and there were more than forty people who hadn't retreated. It seemed that they didn't want to let it go.

"Since you are all passing by, please step back a mile." Shi Yu said, "I am afraid that I will accidentally hurt you when it comes."

So this is really going to be done?

Suddenly many people retreated, and Han Ziyi was also held back by the elders beside him. But at the moment they retreated, the white mist in the middle automatically spread without wind, and quickly spread to the surroundings, wrapping all the remaining people in it at the fastest speed.

Those people felt that their eyes were white at first, and then they felt like needles in the sea of ​​consciousness, and they couldn't help but scream in pain. This sudden attack made them lose an inch. In the mist, Xuanyin and the others had appeared around them with weapons.

"Three." There are three of these people who are in the form of spirit. Qing Chen, Wen Xian and Shi Yu entangled one of them, and the rest was given to Xuanyin and Chu Jinhuan.

The Xingshen Realm is no longer the low-level cultivator at the time. It will take a long time to resolve this victory or defeat.

Outside, Han Ziyi looked into the white mist with a gloomy face, he couldn't see what was going on inside.

"Elder, look at..."

"There are three strong people in the Xing Shen realm that just entered. Even if the woman is an illusionist, she may not be able to deal with it immediately. In addition, there are few people, and once the time is prolonged, they can't struggle. How long has it been?" The old man judged, "We will go in again for about a quarter of an hour."

In the mist, Shi Yu looked at the man in front of him. This man was very old, and his whole body showed a sense of corruption. There was also a sense of dead silence in his eyes. It seemed that his life was about to dry up. Now he finally found a glimmer of hope, so he came to take a gamble.

"Little girl, I know you are an illusionist. As long as you hand over what I need, I will spare you not to die." The man said, if he can, he doesn't want to fight with these people and consume his strength. Who knows if there is a oriole outside.

"You are dreaming." Shi Yu spit out these words coldly, and he took the lead in throwing a spiritual blade at the man in his hand. The spirit blade is like a real sword, splitting in the void, pointing directly at the man's face.

The man hadn't paid much attention to this spirit blade before, thinking that he could avoid it by hiding it casually. But who knew that while the spirit blade was slicing over, his body seemed to be frozen for some reason, and he couldn't move in an instant. He tried his best to flash, and he could only feel the spirit blade flying by wiping his face. He just felt the same on his face, stretched out his hand and touched it, the skin on his face that was touched by the spiritual blade has been shaved off.

He is a strong man in form and spirit, and his body is naturally different from ordinary blades. This person can hurt herself with a simple spirit blade, and it is conceivable that her cultivation is not weaker than her.

The man suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness. The two knives in his hand made a sharp cry, and the icy blue spiritual power flowed on it. There seemed to be a long snake enclosed in ice, whistling towards Shi Yu. Fly away, seeming to want to bite off her head to relieve the anxiety in the master's heart.

Seeing the hideous snake head rushing towards him, Shi Yu waved his long sleeves in his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy flew out. When he hit the snake head, he broke the snake head and turned it into streamers. .

"..." The man was afraid that going down like this was not a way, he immediately put the double knives in front of him, and the next moment Yu felt that the man in front of him seemed to be gone, only the double knives were left with her. before.

Soon, the knife moved. The man merged with the double knives, the man is the knife, and the knife is the man. If the knife is in the man, the knife will destroy the man.

Shi Yu suddenly became very concentrated. She knew that this person would be stunned if she was killed. After all, he is a quiet old guy, no matter what, I can't underestimate it.

The two people fought dozens of moves by the way, probably because of the other's momentum, Shi Yu was beaten back steadily.

At this moment, Shi Yu suddenly felt that he was locked in by something, and the power of the double knives in front of him increased, and mixed with a biting chill, Shi Yu swept towards Shi Yu. Shi Yu wanted to avoid, but found that even if it was evasive, it was useless. The double knives turned in mid-air and pulled under the skin toward her neck.

The two knives slashed away from her body, and the man on the other side was overjoyed when he saw this. He wanted to make persistent efforts to make her alive, but then he realized that something was wrong.

No blood!

Suddenly, he couldn't help but retreat subconsciously, but at this moment, his sea of ​​consciousness stabbed, and his brain seemed to have dozens of needles pierced into his head, causing him pain Howl.

"Ah—"Why did he forget that the other party was an illusionist?

At the moment when he was attacked by the sea of ​​consciousness, Shi Yu's originally split body dissipated like blue smoke. She appeared behind the man again, seizing the opportunity of the man's loss, and facing him with a dagger in her hand. Cut his throat.

The gentle blood stained her hands, but Shi Yu didn't have any fluctuations in her heart.

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Outside, Han Ziyi was counting the time in his heart. I didn't know what happened before, but today I don't know what happened, this time will be extra difficult. But the elder said half a quarter of an hour, that is half a quarter of an hour, he did not dare to go in early.

I waited patiently for a while, Han Ziyi's heart jumped and said: "Half a quarter of an hour has passed, shall we enter?"

After passing by the old man nodded, he immediately led people into the mist.

I hope they have time and didn't let the people before them flee.

The movement of the Han family naturally made the crowd outside a little restless, and there are not a few people who want to stay behind to pick up the bargain. They only hesitated for a while before they wanted to rush into the mist, but when they were about to touch the mist, they hurriedly stopped.

Because Han Ziyi, who had gone in before, came out again.

To be exact, it was pinched out by someone's neck.

At this time, the blood stains in Yu's hands had not been cleaned up. On the hem of her skirt, I don't know when the blood stained on it bloomed with enchanting flowers. With a cold face, she pinched Han Ziyi's neck and walked out of the mist step by step.

"It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia. You succeeded once a hundred years ago. Do you want to come again?" Shi Yu said, crossing Han Ziyi with a chilling gaze, and looking at the surprised and fearful crowd behind him. "Do you still want to take advantage of the fire? The end will be the same as him."

Speaking, she pressed her hand and made a "click", and the crisp sound of broken bones made the people in the audience feel sore. And Han Ziyi's eyes opened sharply, and blood spilled out of his mouth. With his head tilted, his unclosed eyes looked towards the sky a little bit, seemingly staring at him.

After confirming that Han Ziyi was indeed immortal and could not be saved, Shi Yu threw his corpse aside, his eyes swept around, with a stern expression, "Who would like to come over and try?"

After experiencing the scene just now, most of the people present are now heartbeating, no one dare to go one step further.

I thought it was easy to deal with, but now it seems that it’s not the same thing at all.

"Your Excellency." The person from the Promise Sword Sect looked at the corpse of Han Ziyi lying on the ground and couldn't help but reminded: "Your Excellency, you killed Han Ziyi, I'm afraid that the Han family won't let it go."

The Han family now has a faint tendency to move closer to the first-class power, and Han Ziyi is one of the future heirs to the Patriarch. He is dead now, and the Han family will definitely not endure this. This is the power of the clan, killing one is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest. Unless they can catch the swarms of hornet, otherwise, there will be headaches in the future.

Shi Yu glanced at the person who reminded him~IndoMTL.com~Who are you? "

"The elder of the Lower Promise Sword Sect."

"Then you tell the people of the Han family, I always welcome them to come to seek revenge." After speaking, Shi Yu turned around and entered the mist under everyone's wide-eyed eyes.

Is this person really not afraid of Han's revenge? You know, the Han family doesn't say how powerful it is, there are alliances in the eighth heaven, and ordinary forces dare not provoke them. Unless it is a first-rate force like the Promise Sword Sect...

Who are these people?

"The Han family seems to have just entered an elder who is about to break through the spiritual realm, what about the others?" Someone finally remembered the people from the Han family before.

There was a silence around, "If the elder was still there, do you think Han Ziyi would be killed so easily?"

At this time, someone continued to remind, "Don’t forget, there are still three powerful people who have entered the fog before. They... don’t seem to have come out either." For mobile phone users, please browse and read for better quality reading. Experience.

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