Master of Beasts

"When visiting relatives and friends, if you want to leave without leaving something, it's a little bit of a no-brainer."

When Henry Zhang's voice with a faint smile spread, the soles of the feet of the Song family members suddenly stagnated in the air, and their faces looked quite stiff.

"What do you mean."

A icy cold light flashed in his eyes, Song Yi turned his head and looked at Henry Zhang suspiciously.

He always kept in mind the hatred that the Gale Eagle was abolished before. If Henry Zhang dared to be aggressive again, even if he disobeyed the order of the Bai family, he would let the old man around him take action and beat Henry Zhang half to death.

After all, the elder named Song next to him is a second-order spirit master.

If it weren't for the orders of the Bai family, the Firefox would have been cut in half by the volley before it touched their Gale Eagle.

"I said, it's all here, so I have to leave something behind." Henry Zhang didn't seem to see the coldness in Song Yi's eyes, and he still had a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the face of the old man surnamed Song suddenly became extremely gloomy. This kid is trying to take advantage of the fire.

"What if I don't." Song Yi had a faint sarcasm in his eyes, and looked at Henry Zhang provocatively.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to speak here."

Shrugging helplessly, Henry Zhang flicked his fingers, and a cluster of pale yellow flames, like a beam of light, pierced through the air and shot towards Song Yi violently.

Although this cluster of flames is not a spiritual technique, but only transformed by powerful spiritual power, it is already considered a great threat to Song Yi, a fourth-level spiritual master.

However, looking at the roaring flames, Song Yi folded his arms around his chest and curled his lips in disdain. What about a seventh-level spiritual master? With a second-level spiritual master present, you can still hurt me?

Overreaching!

With a cold snort, the old man surnamed Song rolled up his sleeves, and the blue spiritual power gathered, as if turning into a wide wall of wind in front of him. Extra tough.

"It's better for you to watch the matter between the juniors."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded beside the old man surnamed Song. Then, a withered palm covered the latter's shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

"Crunch!"

The teeth-stinging sound of dislocation of bones sounded, and the old man surnamed Song was shocked, and the wind wall in front of him was also shattered inch by inch.

"call out!"

The light yellow light beam of spiritual power directly brushed past Song Yi's head, and suddenly, his hair burst into flames, and the scorched yellow smoke curled up, making Song Yi at this time look extraordinarily funny.

A scorching pain came from the top of his head. Song Yi stood there dumbfounded. After a while, his throat wriggled uncontrollably. Just now, he was only less than an inch away from death.

If the cluster of flames went any lower, his sky cap would have to be blown away.

Thinking of this, Song Yi's body trembled slightly, drops of cold sweat slid down his face, and the fear in his heart became extremely intense.

"Who are you!"

Seeing this scene, the old man surnamed Song got angry, and immediately turned his head. Immediately, he saw a horrifying scene, a gloomy black mist rolling around him, and the one holding his shoulder was A Mori bone hand without the slightest flesh and blood.

"Old man, it's Mu Yin, the third elder of Wumo Mountain. A few years ago, he fought Song Li, the Patriarch of the Song family, and he was barely able to see it. But you are too far behind."

In the black mist, a slightly hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"Mu Yin?" The old man surnamed Song was taken aback for a moment, and then a deep horror appeared in his eyes.

Even if the Five Devils Mountains were placed in Snow Wind City, they would be enough to rank among the top ten forces. After all, their mountain master, Mu Kui, was only one step away from the powerhouse of Lingpan.

In the entire Xueyue Empire, there are only a handful of strong spiritual masters. For example, Bai Xiao, the Patriarch of the Bai family, is a seventh-level spiritual master.

And this is already the top combat power in the empire.

It is conceivable how shocked he was when he heard the words Wumoshan.

"That old fellow Song Li,

It should be an eighth-level spirit master. "

The dense black mist dissipated, revealing an extremely pale face, Mu Yin glanced at the old man surnamed Song, and said hoarsely.

As soon as this remark came out, the old man surnamed Song looked a little bitter. The Song family in Snow Wind City can only be regarded as a medium-sized force, and there is still a certain distance from the Five Devils Mountain, so at this moment, he even dared to resist. not come out.

Looking at Mu Yin's thin body, the people who watched the excitement in front of the Xiao family's gate felt their scalps go numb. This is an eighth-level spirit master, and such a strong person has something to do with the Xiao family.

As for the powerful spirit masters in the secret, they all retracted their heads and sighed softly.

The Xiao family really can't be offended.

Glancing at everyone's shocked faces, Henry Zhang smiled faintly.

Although defeating Liu Xiaoyun may make some families fearful, but once he leaves Guyang City, this residual prestige will gradually dissipate, and at some point, someone will be unable to hold back and attack the Xiao family.

After all, the resources occupied by the Xiao family are too greedy.

In order to prevent this from happening, Henry Zhang finally invited Mu Yin, the eighth-level spirit master powerhouse, to come to the Guyang Town Market at the cost of three Dark Soul Pills.

Thinking of the scene of the negotiation at that time, Henry Zhang felt a headache.

This Mu Yin has a lot more personality than Mu Kui, even if Mo Shi is brought out, he is not moved, his face always maintains an indifferent look, as if he is not afraid of death at all.

Facts have proved that in this world, there are some people who can only be bought and cannot be threatened, and Mu Yin is exactly this kind.

"Give you!"

Gritting his teeth, a deep pain flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Song, and immediately took out the space boundary stone around his waist, and threw it in the direction of Henry Zhang.

Reaching out to take it, the spiritual consciousness was roughly swept away, Henry Zhang smiled with satisfaction, after all, it came from a big place, and the collection is rich.

"Let's go." Song Yi looked at Henry Zhang coldly, his voice was quite resentful, and his messy hair made people really want to laugh.

"What about yours." Henry Zhang clenched the empty boundary stone of the old man surnamed Song with his backhand, and smiled.

Facing Henry Zhang's smiling face, Song Yi and others suddenly felt a little shuddering, and then they realized that Henry Zhang had no intention of letting them go from the very beginning.

Immediately afterwards, an even more frightening thought suddenly appeared in their hearts. This time, it was probably used as a gun...

As the first wave of people who came up, how could Henry Zhang let them go so easily, otherwise, it will only give people an impression of being weak and deceitful, and in order to prevent this possibility from happening, the only thing that greets them is the most cruel punishment.

"I don't make it difficult for you either, so how about it, leave the clothes as a souvenir for me, and then you can go back."

Henry Zhang smiled faintly, and immediately looked at the old man surnamed Song, with a more intense smile: "As for you, let's leave it alone, I still know how to respect the old and love the young."

Hearing this, the complexions of Song Yi and the others suddenly turned pale.