"The mystery of wind and the mystery of shadow."

Ye Jian was slightly surprised. The cold middle-aged cultivation level was at the peak of the late stage of the Four Changes, but since An Meng was valued, he must have outstanding features. Judging from his body skills, it is indeed very powerful. As for ordinary underground warriors, it is difficult to have a set of exquisite light skills, let alone integrate different mysteries, but this person did it.

"I have seriously injured a Half-Step Venerable. I hope you can hold on for a while."

An Kui grinned, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes.

"Your cultivation is pretty good if you can seriously injure the half-step Master."

How could Ye Jian be scared by his words? Not to mention that An Kui can seriously injure the half-step Venerable, so what if he can kill him?

"Well, is it arrogance or something to rely on."

An Kui was a little hesitant by Ye Jian's expression. He could seriously injure the Half-Step Venerable with his peak cultivation level in the late stage of the Four Changes. His strength is far superior to that of the masters of the same level. You should know who can become a Half-Step Venerable is not a talent, but the other party does not seem to be surprised at all.

"An Kui, what are you still hesitating about?"

An Meng was impatient.

"yes."

An Kui took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp.

"Soul Storm, Kill."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The eight phantoms launched attacks almost at the same time, turning around Ye Jian quickly, like an extremely violent soul storm. The attack target actually pointed directly at Ye Jian's soul.

Swallows, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, sw

The soul storm became thinner and thinner. An Kui took action. As soon as he made a move, the cold star flashed randomly, and the power was like a blade spinning.

In the midst of a soul storm, Ye Jian expressed his calm expression, raised his index finger with his right hand and pointed it out.

clang.

As Mars ran around, a cold light flew out of the soul storm, and then the soul storm stopped.

"What, An Kui was defeated."

When the soul storm stopped, everyone was stunned.

In the field, An Kui's right hand was bleeding from the tiger's mouth, holding it stiffly there, while Ye Jian's posture did not change much. He just raised one hand and pointed his index finger at An Kui's eyebrows from afar.

You can vaguely see the sharp fingers as sharp as swords to stretch and contract.

"How is that possible."

Not to mention that others don’t believe it, even An Kui himself doesn’t believe it. During the high speed movement, eight of him took action together. He thought he would definitely defeat Ye Jian in one fell swoop, but Ye Jian could not only distinguish his true body, but also knocked away the short sword in his hand with one finger. Whether it was insight, attack power, or accuracy, it was more than several times that of him.

"Defeat An Kui with one move, can his martial soul reach the bronze level?"

An Meng did not think that An Kui could definitely defeat Ye Jian, but just asked the other party to test Ye Jian's strength, but he did not expect that An Kui would lose with one move and did not try anything.

Of course, this does not mean that Ye Jian's strength is much stronger than An Kui. This can only be said that Ye Jian's insight ability is far superior to An Kui. However, when the gap in strength is too big, no matter how strong the insight ability is, it is useless. If you can see the flaws, you will definitely be able to break the defense. If you can see the opportunity, you will definitely be able to avoid the ultimate move. Even if the gap is not large, your insight ability can play a key role.

"hateful."

This is the roar of An Kui after being injured. He was highly expected by An Meng. He originally wanted to defeat Ye Jian and show off in front of the latter, but now he was defeated by the other party with one move.

This made his face and body difficult to show his face in front of An Meng in the future.

"I'm going to kill you."

An Kui roared, and saw a dark black light flashing above his head, and then a violent aura shot out.

"Martial soul."

An Meng looked at An Kui in surprise, nodded and said, "Okay, very good, An Kui, I didn't expect that you have condensed your martial soul and reached the Black Iron Level."

"Chief, I'll take off this person's head for you." An Kui was extremely excited by An Meng's praise. He immediately turned his eyes and directly locked on Ye Jian, with a wild and fierce light exposed in his eyes.

"Oh." Ye Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, "I actually regard me as my prey. Although you condensed your martial soul, you still need a sword to defeat you."

"Arrogant."

An Kui sneered, and a powerful will swelled, and his body was once again divided into two, two, four, and eight figures were almost at the extreme and besieged Ye Jian.

The powerful force shook, turning into eight soul storms, sweeping across the entire space.

Ye Jian shook his head, and didn't even look at it. He raised his index finger with his right hand again, then pointed it forward with a bang. Suddenly, a pitch-black sword light slashed forward.

Puchi.

A wisp of hot blood splattered, An Kui leaned her head and flew backwards, and blood kept spewing out of her mouth on the way behind.

The soul storm disappeared immediately.

Ye Jian's figure still did not move. This scene made everyone present very worried.

"Awesome, but your good luck ends here."

An Meng snorted coldly, and the martial soul in the sea of ​​consciousness vibrated, releasing a dark light, and in the dark light, there were lights of green light.

"Bronze level martial soul, An Meng's martial soul is about to break through to the bronze level." A scream suddenly sounded among the onlookers.

Listening to the discussions below, An Meng sneered, and a hint of pride was unconsciously vain. He had already realized a trace of true meaning of the bronze-level martial soul. Only he could fully implement this true meaning, and his martial soul could completely transform from the black iron level to the bronze level. By then, he would be the Venerable.

The Venerable is also the overlord of the side. At that time, he will no longer have to be a Dannu of the Jinlie clan.

An Meng flew up and punched Ye Jian. This punch was like a Tianma meteor or a Earth Fire Magnetic, making people feel like a illusion of disaster.

"The strength of An Meng is almost the same as that of the Holy Son of Jin Yang."

Ye Jian saw at a glance that the martial arts performed by An Meng contained two secrets of fire and earth. Of course, the combination of the secrets of fire and earth will have different effects when used by different people.

Bang.

Ye Jian still didn't draw his sword. He pointed his sword at a glance and a sword light condensed, hitting An Meng, bursting out a fierce and fierce airflow.

"Yeah, blocked."

An Meng did not believe in evil, and his fist hit Ye Jian like a meteor shower, one punch was stronger than the other, and one punch was more fierce than the other. He did not believe that Ye Jian could withstand the heavy blows one after another.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The sound of qi and force colliding continued, and the thick layer of soil was scraped open, but Ye Jian did not take a step back.

"It's my turn."

clang.

Ye Jian had a thought, and the top-grade Xuan Sword came out of his sleeve. A sharp sword light flashed and suddenly pierced out.

"It's too fast to avoid it."

An Meng was so shocked that he found that no matter how he dodged, he could not avoid this sword. This sword was really fast.

This sword is Ye Jian’s sword of Zhu Xin. Of course, this sword does not use the power of true essence, but uses mysterious power to replace the true essence. When Zhu Xin’s sword comes out, not many top half-step venerables can avoid it.

"So what if I can't avoid it, break my body-protecting Xuanyuan Shield first."

An Meng roared in his heart, and the mysterious power shook, and a solid shield had already condensed in front of him.

laugh.

The sword of Zhuxin was not only fast, but its attack power was also very terrifying. With just one pause, it pierced An Meng's protective Xuanyuan Shield and stabbed him hard in the chest.

puff.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and An Meng's chest was slightly distorted, and then a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and his face turned pale and flew backwards.

"Even Leader An Meng was defeated."

"Who is this guy?"

The people in the No. 3 concentration camp have seen too many confident people, but without exception, they were all defeated by An Meng, and the fate was terrible. Ye Jian's appearance seemed like the sun after the rain, tearing open the clouds and sprinkling a thousand feet of light.

"The third concentration camp is about to change."

Many people thought to themselves.

"Take all their storage bags." Ye Jian is not a good person. In fact, he took action just for the soul pill in An Meng's storage bag. This person exploited him wantonly in this concentration camp and must have accumulated a large amount of soul pills in his hands. This is the hope of whether he can break through the mid-stage of the fourth change.

"Don't go too far."

An Meng and his men were shocked and said harshly.

Ye Jian said: "Don't force me to take ruthless action. Although the concentration camp cannot kill people, it does not say that it cannot be disabled. Cut off one of your arms. You can still condense the soul pill, so don't force me."

In the cave, Ye Jian opened more than a dozen blue storage bags in his hand one by one.

These storage bags were naturally owned by An Meng and others. Under Ye Jian's threat, An Meng and others had to compromise and hand over the storage bag.

However, Ye Jian also knew that they were definitely not convinced. At least when An Meng handed over the storage bag, there was a murderous intent in his eyes. I am afraid that it would not take long before he would join forces with several other strong men to make a comeback.

But all this is no longer important, because even the top five Half-step Venerables, Ye Jian was not afraid at all. Moreover, even if these people really attacked each other, by then, Ye Jian had already broken through to the middle stage of the fourth change, and his strength increased by a huge margin, and he was even more unafraid.

More than a dozen blue storage bags, these are all under An Meng's men. A total of 500,000 soul pills have been accumulated. On average, each person also has tens of thousands of savings.

When Ye Jian opened An Meng's soul pill, he couldn't help but take a breath. An Meng's storage bag was an intermediate storage bag, and the internal space was much larger than that of the primary storage bag, with a full 300 square meters of space.

In this three hundred square meters of space, a large number of soul pills were stored, and four mountains were piled up, and each mountain was one million soul pills.

An Meng's savings were as much as four million.

A Xuanling in the late stage of the Sibian can produce an average of 1,800 soul pills per day, and 54,000 soul pills per month.

In the No. 3 concentration camp, there were 2,000 people exploited by Anmengke, and the average monthly exploitation amount was 100 pills per person, which means that his monthly income was 200,000 yuan. After deducting the hush money given to Venerable Fang Yue, he still had 100,000 yuan left. In addition to the tips distributed to his younger brother, his annual savings were only 1 million yuan.
Chapter completed!