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Outside the Holy Spirit Village.

On the hill pack.

A group of people dressed in the costumes of the Spirit Hall stood in a line, standing quietly, everyone had powerful spirit power fluctuations, and the weakest one was even a spirit master!

Bishop Besca, who had a relationship with Yang Ming, was a dignified soul saint above the 70th level, but at this time, he was standing behind a young boy with a very respectful attitude.

The young man looked extremely handsome, and there was an indescribable heroism between his eyebrows. His gestures made the spirit hall elites behind him dare not breathe, as if he had a very high status in the spirit hall.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that there is no Adam's apple in the throat of the young man, but it is quite strange.

Looking not far away, the Holy Spirit Village was torn apart in the raging fire, countless villagers were slaughtered by black riders, and the young man's face was expressionless.

On the other hand, Bishop Besca's face covered with age spots was like a chrysanthemum blooming, the layers of folds were relieved, and he squeezed out a kind smile, saying:

My lord, the first step in subduing Yang Ming has been successfully completed.

Presumably, after losing the home he wants to protect, as well as the villagers and relatives he wants to protect, Yang Ming will fully understand the importance of strength, and I will only need to come forward and give Yang Ming the best treatment. , the most considerate care, he must be grateful to our Wuhun Temple, and in time, he will change his mind and join our Wuhun Temple.

The young man was noncommittal and said indifferently:

Um.

Bishop Besca didn't know what the young man was thinking, but this did not prevent him from continuing to take credit, saying:

Don't worry, my lord, this matter will never go wrong.

Even if Yang Ming noticed something was wrong and wanted to investigate, at most, he would trace the line from the Blackwater Mercenary Corps to the Star Luo Empire, and it wouldn't affect us.

On the surface, this Blackwater mercenary group is dedicated to doing some shady tasks, but secretly it is one of the white gloves used by an elder of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to make money. You can sit on a mountain and watch tigers fight and reap the benefits of fishermen.

The young man nodded slightly and commented lightly:

good.

Besca was overjoyed, knowing that the plan she spent a lot of time arranging was finally approved by this one, and said with a smile:

Next, is the second step of the plan I want to implement.

In the next few years, with Yang Ming's qualifications, he will soon be able to reach the twentieth level or above. It is time to go to the intermediate spirit master academy for further studies. I have already contacted the famous colleges and universities in Soto City and gave them to them. The dean has said hello and will definitely not recruit Yang Ming.

In desperation, there is only our Wuhun Temple, and it can only be an academy run by our Wuhun Temple, which will always open its doors to Yang Ming. He is a smart boy and will definitely make the most rational choice to join our Wuhun Temple. The Soul Palace is his only way out!

It's just that there is a small loophole. If Yang Ming is far away from Soto City, with my authority, there is nothing I can do.

At this time, a roar was heard from the Holy Spirit Village in the distance, and then half of the sky was illuminated by a soaring fire, and a few strange rays of light flashed in the boy's eyes.

Bishop Besca was startled by the roar, and he stared intently, his mouth closed in shock.

Yang Ming's stunt almost leveled the small half of the village, and the surging sea of ​​azure fire swept through, and the entire Blackwater mercenary group was wiped out!

Although it is said that Bishop Besca had already secretly explained that he asked the head of the Black Water to release water when necessary, so that Yang Ming could escape by chance.

Bishop Besca also thought that the Blackwater mercenary group would be destroyed by Yang Ming sooner or later.

However, it should not be this time!

When Yang Ming was only a fifteenth-level soul master, he completely destroyed a mercenary group of two hundred people!

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the young man turned around and leaned against the sea of ​​blazing flames soaring into the sky, reflecting his face extremely delicately.

Nothing, I will notify the other city colleges outside Soto City and let them refuse to accept Yang Ming as a student. Presumably, in my face, they will not, and they will not dare to violate the law.

Hearing this, a big stone fell in Bishop Besca's heart.

With this adult's promise, his next plan will be stable!

...

Inside the Holy Spirit Village.

After disarming the Soul Skill Flame Demon Body, Yang Ming only had time to take out the spare clothes from the Youhai Na Ring and put them on his body, and the sequelae of using the Eight Gates of Dunjia immediately affected his entire body.

pain!

Excruciating pain!

Yang Ming was lying on the ground, his limbs twitched slightly. It was the product of extreme muscle fatigue. Even every time Yang Ming took a breath of air, he could feel a burning pain in his heart and lungs, and every cell was undergoing a powerful breakthrough. Pain at the limit.

Yang Ming!

Tang San and Xiao Wu, carrying Old Jack on their backs, ran forward one after another.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, the Tang Sect was quite knowledgeable about medical skills, and when he saw Yang Ming's appearance, he was secretly surprised.

It seems that the secret technique that was performed just now has surpassed the load that Yang Ming can bear. If it were an ordinary person, it would be so painful to die by now, right?

Seeing that Yang Ming was just pursing his lips, the cold sweat of pain kept pouring out, but he didn't cry out in pain, Tang San couldn't help giving Yang Ming a thumbs up.

Because, Tang San asked himself, if he were Yang Ming, he wouldn't be able to be so hard-hearted.

Seeing the painful expression on Yang Ming's face, Xiao Wu was particularly worried, as if it was not Yang Ming, but herself that was hurting at this moment, she hurriedly asked:

Little San, how is Yang Ming?

Let me try to ease his pain.

Tang San half-squatted down, kneading or pinching, or lightly patting the spasm muscles on Yang Ming's body.

After more than ten minutes of hard work, Yang Ming's face finally improved a lot.

Tang San patted Yang Ming's back lightly and said with a smile:

Not dead yet? Can you stand up?

Yang Ming rolled his eyes, unable to complain anymore, with Tang San's support, he staggered up from the ground.

Watching the surrounding village houses set on fire, the once-familiar Holy Soul Village will become history, Yang Ming felt quite sad, and secretly said:

Everyone... I will definitely find the real murderer who caused all this, and avenge you all, I swear!

Breathing the burnt smell in the air, Yang Ming calmed down and said:

Third brother, let's go back to Notting City first, and then we will have a long-term plan.

Tang San heard the meaning of Yang Ming's words, now is not the time to take revenge, he must cultivate hard, and only after he becomes stronger can he be able to trace the secrets inside.

Tang San nodded his head, his house had nothing to clean up, so he helped Yang Ming to leave.

Xiao Wu was carrying Old Jack on her back and followed step by step.

The backs of the four were drawn very long in the ruins of the Holy Spirit Village.