"Fellow Taoist, you misunderstood. I am not a flower-picking thief. The flower-picking thief is here, and he has been killed by me." Ye Xiong pointed to the man on the ground and said.

"Don't lie to me. After I capture you, I will slowly question this girl." After the man said that, he slapped out with a palm, and a phantom of a white hand condensed in the air and attacked Ye Xiong.

Catching hands from a distance is a very practical magical power, and ordinary monks can do it.

Ye Xiong slapped out his palm, easily defeating the phantom of the other party's big hand, and shouted: "I said it's not a flower-picking thief. If you do it again, don't blame me for being rude."

"I'll see what you can do if you have two tricks." The man's eyes were hot and he slapped him with another palm.

With the strength of the two, if you do something here, the underground cave will soon collapse.

Ye Xiong held the girl who was still confused in his hand, soared into the sky, rushed out of the cave, and fell over the desert.

"I still said that I'm not a flower picker, don't try to run away." The man shouted loudly and continued to pursue.

It seems that if he doesn't teach any lessons, he still doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Ye Xiong snorted coldly, his body shone brightly, and a punch was blown out, and a golden fist light hit him straight out.

boom!

Although the man was prepared, how could he be able to defend against his shocking punch? He was knocked away with a bang, retreated for hundreds of meters and fell on the desert.

"Good guy, he's not weak."

The man got up from the desert, shook the sand on his body, and pulled out a long sword with white light from his body, with a momentum soaring.

The next moment, the white sword drew a long rainbow, like an angry light arrow, shooting towards Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong was figuring out in front of him, a frozen world was like a pyramid that prevented him.

The lightsaber stopped shooting in front of the barrier and could not enter a single moment.

The man's eyes became even hotter, his aura rose again, and his palms were vomited.

The lightsaber shone brightly and actually pierced a hole through the frozen world, and the tip of the sword penetrated through it.

"What a powerful sword light, my strength is probably above Zhuo Wushuang." Ye Xiong said intently.

Before breaking through to the peak of the Golden Pill, he might have felt it was difficult to beat him, but now, he has long since stopped taking this strength into consideration.

Even the half-step Yuanying can be beaten by himself, let alone the peak of the Golden Pill.

Ye Xiong's body shook, and he rushed out with an extremely powerful force, instantly defeating the lightsword in front.

"I have already said that I am not a flower picking thief. If you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude." Ye Xiong shouted.

The man looked like a fighting maniac. When he saw Ye Xiong easily defeating his sword light, he completely stormed his fighting spirit. His aura increased wildly, and his vitality quickly rushed up hundreds of feet.

This guy should wake him up.

Whoosh!

Ye Xiong's figure flashed and had already come to his head. The golden light on his body was magnificent and slapped it down with one palm.

The golden hand seal, like the Tathagata's magic palm, pressed down from his head.

"I don't know what's wrong, I'll wake you up." Ye Xiong snorted coldly.

The man raised his palms and resisted the rolling and pressing of the big handprints.

Ye Xiong's strength is now beyond his control.

The desert sank deep, revealing a huge palm print. The man was struggling to support it in the middle of the palm print. Finally, he couldn't bear it and knelt down with his legs.

Ye Xiong just wanted to teach him a lesson, but he had no intention of killing him, and was about to stop.

Suddenly, an old voice came: "Now I know there are mountains outside the mountain, there are people outside the mountain!"

Ye Xiong was startled and turned around quickly.

Fifty meters away from behind, a middle-aged man was floating in a blue robe, a short mustache and shoulder-length hair.

He looked like a very ordinary man with no fluctuations in his body.

With Ye Xiong's current realm, he couldn't even feel the other person's realm, and he didn't know when the other person got close. Obviously, the other person's realm was still above him, and he was a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although the middle-aged monk did not emit any murderous aura, the pressure on Ye Xiong was definitely no less than that on Jiannanshan.

"Master, save me quickly." The man said.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Xiong and said, "Fellow Taoist, although the young disciple is naughty, he has no intention of harming others. If you have any offense, please forgive me."

"Senior, I have no intention of killing him." Ye Xiong immediately closed his palm, and the man fell to the ground and gasped in a breath.

"Who are you? I have never met a monk in my life. I have the same realm as me and can beat me." The young man said.

"My surname is Jiang, and my single name is Nan." Ye Xiong said truthfully.

"Yangsheng Sect, the Lord of Tiandao Pavilion, Jiangnan?" Wuqing jumped up excitedly, rushed to Ye Xiong with a whirlwind, and said, "I have heard of your name for a long time. I have always wanted to challenge it, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Relaxed, no ruthlessness." The middle-aged man shouted.

He was scolded by the master, Wuqing hurriedly stepped aside and shook his head.

"I don't know what the senior calls me?" Ye Xiong asked respectfully.

Although the Western Star Domain is large, there are not many half-step Nascent Soul monks, all of them are famous and famous figures.

The middle-aged man in front of him must be a big shot.

"I have forgotten my name myself. Now I have no name and no surname. Just call me Wuming." said the middle-aged man.

"So it's an unknown senior, I'm disrespectful." Ye Xiong bowed.

"The Lord Jiang has strong abilities and good character. I will leave the matter of the flower-picking thief to you. Our master and apprentice still have something to do, so let's take a step first."

The middle-aged man seemed not to want to stay longer and was anxious to leave.

"master……"

"Wuqing, Jiangge Zhuang, are you still worried?"

Wuqing nodded helplessly, suddenly walked to Ye Xiong, and whispered: "I hope we can meet again in the future, and I will definitely find a way to defeat you."

“Welcome anytime.”

Next, the middle-aged man left with ruthlessness.

Ye Xiong looked at the middle-aged man's back and for some reason, he always felt an unfathomable feeling.

No one has ever given him this feeling.

He walked over and woke the girl up. After the girl knew she was saved, she was very excited and hurriedly left.

Ye Xiong transformed into a stream of light and entered the cave below the desert again, preparing to see what was inside.

After entering, he found more than a dozen corpses, all of which were women, basically all of which were sucked out of Yin Qi.

"It seems that the man who was killed by the God-locking Chain was devilified and practiced these magic skills to catch so many women and absorb all their yang energy."

After Ye Xiong buried the women, he left and continued to rush to the Tiandu Star.

The encounter of Huang Frostxing made Ye Xiong understand one truth: the God-locking chain will not only attack the incarnation of the Lord of the Demon Palace, but also attack those who have been demonized.
Chapter completed!