Wu Ling cursed as he ran, and the masters of the temple of Yama sighed unlucky, spurting blood.
Of course he knew that the few people just now were just pioneers, small characters, and the real big opponents were still behind. For example, Wu Yiyang. A few months ago, Wu Ling was not Wu Yiyang's opponent. After half a year, Wu Ling could only say that he was confident to fight Wu Yiyang, but was not sure of victory. Because Yue Guli once told him that Wu Yiyang, half a year ago, was already a powerhouse in Yi Sui realm. What's more, Wu Yiyang also secretly learned the innate skill of Dengxianmen!
However, this was not what Wu Ling was most concerned about. What Wu Ling was most concerned about was the white shadow that was a kilometer away.
This group of shadows gave him a very strange feeling, mysterious and familiar, and made him have an urge to continue to pursue it. Wu Ling vaguely felt that this white shadow had a great relationship with him. This was an opportunity, and Wu Ling didn't want to let it go.
Fortunately, the white shadow was still waiting for him a kilometer away. After a long time, Wu Ling was almost dizzy and unable to distinguish things. When Wu Ling slowed down and stopped to catch his breath, the white shadow a thousand meters in front of him also stopped.
Climbing to the top of a hill, Wu Ling was so tired that he fell on the grass, panting, and raised his eyes to the sky. Although the light was not poisonous, but it was also dazzling. He closed his eyes and lay down in peace, forgetting in a blink of an eye. When the powerful enemy was on the side, he even groaned in comfort.
"Oh."
There was a soft and weak laughter. Wu Ling looked up and saw the white shadow floating on the sunny side of a small hill in front of him, staring at him with a smile.
But Wu Ling did not move, still lying down, looking at the white clouds in the sky with a calm look. This wasn't Wu Ling deliberately pretending, it was because he knew that even if he ran over, the white shadow would still keep a distance of one kilometer from him. It's better to lie on the ground and take a good rest than waste that effort.
"The kid is so elegant, he knows how to enjoy life, he is not comparable to ordinary people in the world, let me be impressed!"
Hearing the sound of the white shadow, Wu Ling wanted to stand up and ran over to find out. At this moment, I only heard the white shadow's voice coming again: "Don't come here in a hurry, look behind you."
Turning his head, Wu Ling saw a face that shouldn't belong to a man, the beautiful face of Wu Yiyang, a narcissist.
"You're not dead yet!" Wu Yiyang greeted with a smile, "You escaped last time, but not this time."
If there is anything in this world that Wu Ling envy, it is Wu Yiyang. He was obviously a man, but he gave birth to a face of national beauty.
The white face, the pointed chin, the curved eyebrows, the thin vermilion lips, and the white teeth, every part is extremely beautiful, and when they are put together, the fascinating fascination immediately emerges─ ─This turned out to be a face that a man shouldn't have. However, he was on the face of Wu Yiyang, who was quite tall and obviously a man.
Even Wu Ling had to admit that this man was so handsome and so handsome that Wu Ling was embarrassed to do it.
"Mr. Wu Yiyang, how are you doing these days?" Wu Ling also smiled happily.
"In the days without you, I was lonely and empty." Wu Yiyang shook the folding fan in his hand, and a hostile spirit came out immediately.
Seeing Wu Yiyang’s black air on the folding fan slashing towards his head, Wu Ling’s eyes flashed a smirk. He stretched out his right hand and swiped his left hand, and the blood on his arm was like a fountain of blood. At the same time, his left hand Attacked towards Wu Yiyang. The bright red liquid naturally swept over with Wu Ling's left hand.
He knows that Wu Yi loves cleanliness, and he certainly does not want to be hit by the blood stains he swayed. The last time when he was in the Yunyu Mountains, Wu Ling used this method to escape the disaster, and now to use it again, it is undoubtedly a big insult to Wu Yi.
Sure enough, Wu Yiyang frowned, unwilling to be sprayed by Wu Ling's blood. He thought that Wu Ling would die under this blow, and it would not be too late to jump away, but he felt that this blow had reached Wu Ling's. On the top of his head, he couldn't cut it down anyway.
A pulling force dragged him to the place abruptly, but the vigorous Qi from Wu Ling's right hand stopped his folding fan. At this time, it was too late to jump away. The handsome and white face was immediately sprayed with blood. This scene was exactly the same as the situation in the Yunyu Mountains that day.
Wu Ling's trick was nothing good, but the victory was because Wu Yiyang was a clean person. In addition, he did not expect that Wu Ling would not hesitate to scratch his left arm in order to humiliate him.
"It hurts others and hurts itself, this servant is really a bad temper!" Wu Yiyang thought bitterly.
This is an insult, this is definitely an insult. Needless to say, the embarrassment of tripping twice on the same stone, but the kid in front of him still looks like a good show.
"Mr. Wu Yiyang, my blood tastes good, isn't it sweeter than last time? Mr. Fake, I have eaten a lot of supplements in the past few months, so I can give you a little for nothing. It can be regarded as a little bit of my affection for you!" Wu Ling is obviously afraid that the world will not be chaotic.
It turned out that Wu Ling took advantage of the time to talk to him, and transported the white mist in the Zhenwu Universe Mirror to quickly stop the blood and heal the wound. At the same time, on the left hand, he used the mysterious hand with very different muscles and bones, and used clever moves to pull Wu Yiyang, and finally made the "hematemesis Dafa" a complete success.
Seeing Wu Yiyang vomiting more than ever, he certainly wouldn't miss this thousand-year-old opportunity, leaping up and hitting Wu Yiyang's back fiercely with a punch.
Wu Yiyang, with his face covered with blood, heard the strong wind hitting his body behind him, but he didn't expect Wu Ling to be so unkind, and would not even give him a chance to wipe his face. It was too late to stand up, bend over and go straight forward, how ugly and ugly the posture is, how ugly the posture is, how ugly is the posture, so, I was also blown away by Wu Ling's qi, pained to the heart and lungs, and suffered Wu Ling another secret loss.
"Hahaha, you super narcissist, dare to look more handsome than me, watch me beat the dog!" Wu Ling refused to give him the phone, and attacked him punch after punch.
Wu Yiyang was furious with anger, but he did not dare to underestimate Wu Ling's rushing to thunder in the stormy waves of the stele and cracked stone, while being stimulated by the blood on his face to vomit.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Wu Yiyang yelled, jumping left and right, but still could not get rid of Wu Ling's encirclement, and finally became so angry that he just stood still and took Wu Ling's punch. .