Supreme Martial Artist

It was a matter of life and death for Lingxi, and Ye Xinghe would never give in! "joke!"

Mr. Yan sneered and said: "Who do you think you are? I, the disciple of the great old man Shengdan, need you to give me face?"

"Untouchable, get out of here!"

"Otherwise, I will not only want the spiritual grass, but also your life!"

His body shook, and a mighty momentum rose up! Deacon He's expression changed drastically and he shouted: "Stop!"

"Yan Ruoming, you can't touch this person!"

Yan Ruoming snorted coldly: "Who is he?

I can kill him if I want! "

Deacon He's face was filled with anger: "He is the chief of the Martial Academy of the Heavenly Flame Palace and the Lower Flame Palace, Ye Xinghe!"

"Not only that, he is also the person that Mrs. Wu likes!"

"That eighth-grade spiritual grass was also left to Young Master Ye at the command of Wu Taishang!"

Hearing this, Yan Ruoming's expression froze, his aura retreated in an instant, and he took two steps back.

"He is actually Ye Xinghe?"

His face was full of shock, and when he looked at Ye Xinghe again, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Ye Xinghe looked confused and frowned: "Do you know me?"

Yan Ruoming quickly saluted and said with a flattering smile: "Young Master Ye's name is as loud as thunder, of course I have heard of it!"

"My master was able to break through to the seventh level of alchemy master because of the guidance of Supreme Master Wu."

"If I had known that Young Master Ye was from Taishang Wu, how could I have dared to be so presumptuous in front of you?"

He changed his arrogant attitude just now, his face was full of humility and he was smiling charmingly.

Ye Xinghe understood, nodded and said: "I see."

"Because your master has an old relationship with Mrs. Wu, I won't pursue this matter."

"Thank you Mr. Ye!"

Yan Ruoming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly bowed his hands in salute: "In that case, I won't disturb Mr. Ye anymore."

"If Mr. Ye is free, can you go to Master's house to have tea and discuss elixirs?"

Ye Xinghe nodded lightly, Yan Ruoming was even more happy and resigned.

Deacon He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly raised his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, I made you laugh."

"I will arrange a place for you right now."

Ye Xinghe nodded and followed Deacon He away.

But at this time, the thin man showed a sinister smile and murmured to himself: "It turns out that this kid is Ye Xinghe."

"It is rumored that he has a grudge against Master Dugu. If I can take away his spiritual grass and sell it to Master Dugu, I will definitely make a fortune!"

"Hey, today it's my turn, Xue Jinggui, to get rich again!"

The thin man smiled slyly and quietly left Diling Pavilion.

At the same time, Deacon He arranged a room for Ye Xinghe to stay for one night.

The next morning, the sun was rising.

Ye Xinghe was practicing in his room when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Master Ye, I am He Ye, the Pavilion Master is back!"

Ye Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, opened the door, and said with a smile: "Okay! I'll hurry over."

He Ye nodded in agreement, and then the two of them rushed to Diling Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and full of elegance.

He Ye introduced: "Master Ye, this is the master of Diling Pavilion, Zhou Yurong."

As he spoke, Zhou Yurong strode forward and said with a smile: "Master Ye, I have ordered people to store the spiritual grass in the Treasure Pavilion. Please come with me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the backyard, followed closely by Ye Xinghe.

The two crossed the flowing stone bridge and came to an attic in the backyard.

Zhou Yurong took out a jade talisman, opened the restriction on the door, and stepped inside.

After a while, he took out an exquisite wooden box and handed it to Ye Xinghe.

"Master Ye, what is installed here is the eighth-grade spiritual grass, Luling Guiyuan Grass."

Ye Xinghe looked happy and opened the wooden box.

However, there was no spiritual grass in the wooden box, only a note.

The letter reads: Xue Jinggui Liu, the number one thief in the Dayan Dynasty.

"Stolen?"

Ye Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then became furious and asked, "Pavilion Master Zhou, who is this Xue Jinggui?"

Zhou Yurong frowned and murmured: "This Xue Jinggui has stolen countless treasures!"

"He even stole the royal palace's most precious treasure, and he came and went without a trace!"

"But, how could he focus on this eighth-grade spiritual grass?"

When Zhou Yurong was puzzled, a murderous aura suddenly appeared on Ye Xinghe! What Xue Jinggui stole was not a treasure, but his sister's life! Ye Xinghe suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice: "Pavilion Master Zhou, do you have any treasures here that can be traced?"

Zhou Yurong suddenly woke up and took out a jade plate from the space ring.

The jade plate was no more than the size of a palm, made entirely of purple jade, and had a golden needle spinning rapidly on it.

Zhou Yurong activated the divine power and poured it into the jade plate.

Suddenly, a golden light enveloped the note, and a moment later, the golden needle flew again! The golden needle rotated several times, then suddenly paused and settled in a certain direction.

Zhou Yurong handed the jade plate to Ye Xinghe and explained: "This jade plate is called the Vientiane Tracking Plate, which can search for traces of thieves."

"I have locked Xue Jinggui's traces. Mr. Ye can follow the instructions to find him."

"It's just that Xue Jinggui is rumored to be like a ghost and extremely fast." Ye Xinghe's eyes were firm and he said in a deep voice, "No matter how fast he is, he can't escape!"

"No one can take away the spiritual grass I used to save my sister!"

After saying that, he took the jade plate and rushed out of the Diling Pavilion in a flash.

I saw a green light and shadow rising into the sky! Ye Xinghe transformed into a dragon and headed outside the capital of Emperor Yan.

After burning the incense, the golden light on the jade plate suddenly burst out, pointing a hundred meters in front of him. Ye Xinghe suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

Not far away, I saw a thin young man standing with his arms folded, looking frivolous, as if he was waiting for someone.

When he saw Ye Xinghe appear, he raised a sinister smile on his lips and said loudly: "Ye Xinghe, you are finally here!"

Ye Xinghe frowned and asked, "Are you Xue Jinggui?"

Xue Jinggui said proudly: "That's right! It's your grandfather and me!"

As he spoke, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled secretly in his heart: "I thought Zhou Yurong would come with him."

"But I didn't expect that he would come after me alone."

"Just right! I want this little beast's head too! Let's exchange it for spiritual stones!"

Xue Jinggui smiled: "Tell me, if I give your head to Dugu Changfeng, how many spiritual stones can I get in exchange for it?"

"Want to kill me?"

Ye Xinghe snorted coldly: "You deserve it too!"

"Little beast, stop talking nonsense!"

Xue Jinggui shouted loudly: "I will kill you right now. Go back and do the work!"

Xue Jinggui's body shook, and his majestic momentum suddenly surged! The momentum is like a mountain, suddenly rolled down! However, Ye Xinghe remained motionless under this momentum and raised his eyebrows: "The seventh floor of the Spiritual Lake Realm?"

"how?

Are you afraid? "

Xue Jinggui smiled playfully: "I'm telling you, it's already too late!"

"Even if you kowtow and beg for mercy today, I will kill you!"

He shouted loudly, and the light blue divine power surged out! An extremely cold air spreads out! There is even a sharp wind blade hidden inside! He actually possesses two divine powers: wind and ice! Xue Jinggui took one step forward, and his body was like lightning, attacking Ye Xinghe.