Yue Fengqing nodded slightly, smiled and stroked his beard: "Yes, he has surpassed me, and I am afraid that his cultivation is higher than Leslie's, because in my opinion, he did not use his full strength against Leslie, it seems that he is still holding back."
“Is it actually true?”
Qi Delong couldn't help but look at Yang Kun who was fighting with Leslie, and his eyes gradually became full of admiration for Yang Kun.
Although the people around couldn't see the fight between Yang Kun and Leslie clearly, they could feel how strong Yang Kun was when they saw him. So they admired Yang Kun for a while.
Yang Kun and Leslie fought for a long time and finally stopped.
“Bang!”
A puff of smoke dissipated, and Yang Kun, who was still standing in the same place, was leaving Leslie, whose life or death was unknown.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield, but after the silence there was an explosion of cheers!
Yang Kun watched the soldiers from the Western forces carefully carry Leslie away, and did not stop them. He just watched them carry Leslie away quickly.
In this invasion of Central China, the Eastern forces won!
Yang Kun's name also spread from this battle!
“Bang!”
A piece of fine crystal was thrown to the ground. The soldiers kneeling below did not dare to look up at the woman above, for fear that they would be affected by her anger.
Horna couldn't believe what she heard. Even among the Western masters, the famous Thunder King Leslie was beaten into a vegetable by a disciple of Yuewu Xianzong! A vegetable! What's the difference between that and a waste
How could Horna not be furious and angry when she lost a general shortly after the war began
"Damn it! Where did this damn Yang Kun come from? Why haven't I heard of this person before?"
If she had heard it, she would definitely not let Leslie face him alone, otherwise Leslie would not have become a waste!
Horna looked at Leslie lying on the ground as if dead, and felt very sorry for the thunder power in Leslie's body. However, a waste cannot create value, so it can only be used.
"Someone! Go get Octo Green over here!"
"yes!"
The soldier outside the door ran to Octo Green's residence and said respectfully to Octo Green: "Master Green, Master Horna invites you to come over."
"Horna called me?"
After thinking for a moment, Octo Green smiled and said to the soldier, "Okay, I'll be there right away."
After seeing the soldier leave, Octo Green thought for a moment, took out a handful of sand from his arms, and swallowed it. Then he slowly walked to Horna's tent.
"Dear Miss Horna, what do you want me to do?"
Octo Green smiled warmly at Horna.
Horna waved her hand casually: "See if Leslie's lightning power can be refined and used again? If it can, refine it."
As for what it will become after refining, it doesn’t matter anymore, because it’s just waste, and Horna never cares.
"Leslie?"
Octo Green lowered his head to look at the person lying on the ground, and was very surprised.
As far as he knew, Leslie's cultivation had reached the peak of the eighth level of the Nascent Soul. He was usually full of vigor and vitality, but now he was like a dead dog, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.