After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

"Humph."

With a muffled groan, the old woman's chest exploded and a large hole was penetrated, and blood splattered everywhere.

A long arrow was filled with light and seemed to be burning with bright flames. After piercing the old woman's body, it continued to shoot into the sky and disappeared into the night.

It wasn't until the arrow disappeared that a sharp whistling sound was heard, showing how terrifying the power and speed of this arrow were.

Yan Yang seized the opportunity and punched out with a powerful punch. The old woman's head exploded into powder and flew away, and a headless corpse fell from the sky.

The scene was completely silent, and the Grandmaster and others stopped fighting fiercely.

I was frightened by this sudden scene.

A great master suddenly died tragically.

Where did the arrow come from?

The bow strings buzzed, and everyone followed the sound and looked around. The dust and smoke dispersed beside the scorched sinkhole.

A very beautiful young man, with messy black hair shawl, torn animal clothing, standing with a bow.

His expression was cold, and his eyes as bright as stars were as sharp as swords.

Continue to take the bow and shoot three arrows, all in one go.

The sharp arrow broke through the speed of sound and instantly reached the black-robed old man's face, between his thighs, and at the heart of his chest.

"The Dongling tribe cub is not dead, it's impossible, it's impossible."

The old man in black robe looked frightened and angry. He just struck with all his strength, the city wall collapsed, and a sinkhole was blasted out of the earth.

How could this kid from the Dongling Tribe suddenly appear unscathed when he was clearly hit?

He also killed the old grandmaster with a sneak attack, causing all the previous advantages of the Qinghe tribe to disappear.

Taking advantage of the black-robed old man's distraction, Qing Yanfeng's offensive became even more fierce.

Three arrows arrived in a blink of an eye, and their sharp rays made people's skin ache.

The old man in black robe tried his best to avoid it, but due to the interference of Qing Yanfeng, he was still hit by an arrow.

Between the thighs, a splash of blood spattered, and the cold face of the old man in black robe instantly wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and his eyes filled with pain.

A heartbreaking pain came from his lower body, which made the black-haired old man's eyes sore, and tears fell from his cheeks.

The old man in black robe fell from the sky to the ground, raising a circle of dust and smoke.

The corner of Qing Yanfeng's mouth twitched. This junior brother's technique is really tricky and unique.

Immediately following behind the black-robed old man, he pierced the great master's throat with a sword.

"you you you……"

When the old man in black robe was dying, he struggled to raise his bloody hand and pointed at Yang Yi tremblingly, as if expressing his sincere heart and greeting the whole family.

The two great masters of Qinghe died in the battle. Upon seeing this, the other masters of the Golden Body Realm fled with their clansmen.

Yang Yi held a bow in hand and ordered his troops on the battlefield. Every time an arrow was shot, a string of blood flowers bloomed. The masters of the golden body fell one after another, just like slaughtering ants.

In the early morning, the purple sun rises in the east, and the red clouds spread thousands of miles.

Qinghe City was dilapidated and in ruins, with plumes of thick smoke rising and fires burning.

The ruined city was soaked in blood red and densely packed with corpses, making it look like a terrifying hell on earth.

Dongling tribesmen walked in groups of three or five in Qinghe City, piling up corpses and burning them.

Yang Yi and Qing Yanfeng sat on the top of the mountain on one side of the valley, silent all night.

Qing Yanfeng's mind was still flashing, Yang Yi's coquettish arrow, the death of the old man in black robe, and the indescribable look on his face.

Yanyang, along with the eight golden body realm masters of the Qingyan clan, and Yang Qingshan and others, also set up and lit piles of flames and watched the Dongling clan members throw the bodies of the Qinghe clan in and burn them.

"I am Master's fourth disciple, and I will also be your fourth senior brother in the future."

The sun shines on the earth, causing the earth to heat up.

After a long silence, Qing Yanfeng finally spoke slowly.

"Junior brother Yang Yi, I have met my senior brother."

Yang Yi stood up and raised his hand respectfully.

Then a pair of starry eyes stared closely at Qing Yanfeng, which made Qing Yanfeng's heart tremble.

When you are an older brother, it is not too much to give your younger brother some greeting gifts when you meet him for the first time.

This look feels so familiar, as if I’ve seen it before.

Qing Yanfeng suddenly remembered that when he was only ten years old, he went to Fushan Kingdom for the first time and worshiped the Fushan Fire King as his teacher.

It was the first time he met Fu Lieyang, who was three years younger than him. With a bright smile and a clear voice, Brother Feng took away several of his treasures.

Qing Yanfeng glanced at Yang Yi, feeling uneasy and covering the storage bag on his waist like a reflex.

The look in this junior brother's eyes was exactly the same as Fu Lieyang's expression back then.

No wonder the junior brother can get together with Fu Lieyang, the two of them turned out to be the same species.

"This big demon pill was obtained by killing with my own hands. It is of great significance. I present it to my junior brother today."

Looking back, the corner of Qing Yanfeng's mouth twitched, holding back the heartache, he took out a fiery red demon pill of the Great Demon Realm from his storage bag and handed it to Yang Yi.

"Thank you to Fourth Senior Brother for the gift, unlike Seventh Brother Fu Lieyang, who gave me a copy of the Mystic Level Cultivation Method when we first met, and when we met for the second time, I only gave him 10,000+ spiritual stones and some pills."

Yang Yi solemnly took the Great Demon Pill with both hands, put it into the world of the book, and told Qing Yanfeng Fu Lieyang's greeting gift.

Qing Yanfeng wanted to take Yanyang back and listen to what his junior brother said.

A copy of Xuan-level cultivation method can already buy hundreds of great demon pills, and 10,000+ low-grade spiritual stones can buy more than 100 great demon pills.

Not counting those pills.

Yang Yi is still saying that what Fu Lieyang gave him is not as good as a big demon pill from Qing Yanfeng.

Listen, is this human speech?

"Fourth Senior Brother, you are so much more handsome than Seventh Brother."

Yang Yi's eyes were bright and he gestured with his fingers.

Don't pretend to be dumbfounded, and quickly give your junior brother a greeting gift.

Big Demon Pill, Yang Yi can hunt the big demon now, so why worry about the Big Demon Pill.

"I see that junior brother is also a swordsman. There is a faint sword light on his body. This yellow-level spiritual sword is given to junior brother today. I hope junior brother will practice well and become the pillar of our clan as soon as possible."

Qing Yanfeng laughed boldly on the surface and patted Yang Yi on the shoulder. His heart hurt to death. He was a miser.

After Fu Lieyang took away a few treasures when he was a child, he never took anything out.

It's always been about getting in but not getting out.

Today, I met another shameless person who was just like Fu Lieyang and could talk sweetly.

"Thank you, Fourth Senior Brother."

A bright smile appeared on Yang Yi's face, he took the spirit sword with both hands and waved it gently a few times.

The spirit sword is 1.6 meters long, ten centimeters wide, and weighs ten thousand kilograms.

Injecting spiritual energy, the Dao patterns swam, exuding frightening sword power in Yang Yi's hands.

Qing Yanfeng was shocked. This junior fellow apprentice's swordsmanship was definitely not low.

"Is Fourth Senior Brother also a registered disciple of Master?"

Putting away the long sword, Yang Yi's tone became normal, his attitude towards Qing Yanfeng became gentler, and he asked curiously.

He was just a registered disciple of Fushan Fire King, and Qing Yanfeng even called him his junior brother.

"Of course not. Master has accepted a total of seven disciples, and you are the only one named disciple. When you go to Fushan Kingdom and formally become a disciple, you will naturally become Master's core disciple."

Qing Yanfeng smiled.

How could the only human Martial King in the Northern Wilderness Linghe River Basin have so much leisure to accept a registered disciple?

After meeting Yang Yi for the first time that day, Fushan Fire King remembered this, a young genius who was still unaffected and sober under the pressure of a demon king.

It was precisely because of this that Fu Lieyang opened his mouth to accept Yang Yi as a registered disciple on behalf of Fushan Fire King.

Labeled as Fushan Fire King.