Master of Beasts

"Yang Ling, Xiao, come to worship the mountain!"

The thunderous sound reverberated rumblingly, and the entire eighth peak was suddenly silent at this time.

Especially Yang Ling's fists suddenly clenched.

Xiao Yang, here comes!

"Does he really dare to come?" Jing Yun looked ecstatic.

In the past few days, they have been sad and bleak, thinking how to make Yang Ling and Xiao Yang fight again, and then let Yang Ling, who is more capable, crush Xiao Yang severely.

Now, Xiao Yang actually delivered it to the door by himself!

"The ants shake the elephants, they do not know whether they live or die." Song Wan'er's eyes were full of irony.

"Want our Lingzhu? Idiot dreams!" Ye Wen and Song Lu also sneered.

This time, Xiao Yang is bound to be abused by Yang Ling.

With the shelter of Yuya, they can sit back and relax from now on.

"Xiao Yang, you are finally here."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Ling stepped out slowly, exuding absolute confidence.

"Boom!"

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, the wall next to him was violently shaken, and a member of Feather Cliff slipped from it in pain.

"Yang Ling, you are not very particular about Yuya's hospitality. I came to worship the mountain just to find someone. Look at your subordinates, they seem to have a deep hatred with me." Xiao Yang shot Started, smiled.

"You are still so arrogant." Yang Ling stared at Xiao Yang indifferently, her gaze as if she was looking at someone who was about to be defeated.

"Wow!"

A large number of Yuya members gushed from the main hall, staring at Xiao Yang eagerly.

Among them, the faces of Jing Yun, Song Wan'er and others were haughty.

With Yuya behind, see what you can do with us!

"Yes, it's them!"

Pointing to the four of Jing Yun and Song Wan'er, Xiao Yang smiled warmly: "Yang Ling, since they are your subordinates, it is easy to talk. The four of them need to pay me half a million spiritual orbs every month. This is a long time ago. If you’ve said it, you can’t fail to keep your promises."

Jing Yun and Song Wan'er almost laughed out loud.

Can't you see the situation clearly?

We are members of Yuya. We dare to ask for Lingzhu from us. We are just hitting Yang Ling in the face, waiting to be beaten!

"Xiao Yang, I don't think you know what happened during this period of time." Yang Ling's eyes were indifferent: "You are no longer qualified to be my opponent. You can break your legs and roll down the mountain."

Hearing this, many Yuya members looked at Xiao Yang's eyes, and satire appeared.

In order to restore Yang Ling, they paid a huge price. Almost all the members' spirit orbs smashed into the Danfeng, and only then they got a pill.

But the price is extremely worthwhile.

Yang Ling, who had recovered from a coma, was actually relying on a breath of depression in his heart to greatly increase his strength.

You know, every level above the fifth-order Lingpan, every increase is extremely difficult.

This seemingly ordinary promotion would take at least half a year if it were placed on ordinary disciples.

"What if I don't?" Xiao Yang said with a smile.

"Then, let me interrupt your legs."

A cold voice sounded, Yang Ling's feet suddenly stepped forward, and a violent hurricane rolled up in the field. Among them, the divine feather snake flapped its wings, and its white wings were obviously wider than before.

The eighth-order Nirvana peak!

As long as he crosses this hurdle, even if he faces Shen Xue and Wu Sheng in the future, he won't have the slightest fear!

"Look at how arrogant he waits!" Song Wan'er had a mean tone, wishing Yang Ling would use the **** feather snake to kill Xiao Yang on the spot.

As for whether Yang Ling would be punished afterwards, she didn't care.

This is her character.

Savage and selfish.

"It's time to change the tenth position on the Stars and Fallen List." Jing Yun and the others were also gloating.

"Now, I have reached the pinnacle of Tier 8 Lingpan."

Yang Ling looked at Xiao Yang faintly: "Even if your few spirit beasts are all in their peak state, it is of no avail. The powerful gap in strength can't be filled with numbers!"

When the voice fell, Yang Ling's brows gradually frowned.

On Xiao Yang's face, he saw surprise, shock, and laughter, but there was no fear.

This expression he wanted to see in his dreams.

"Shen Feather Snake, kill all his spirit beasts for me!" In the cold snort, Yang Ling's finger suddenly clicked.

Not afraid?

Wait when you are afraid!

"The eighth-order Nirvana peak is really good. As long as you don't go deep into the ghost realm, you should be able to protect yourself. Unfortunately, you shouldn't mess with me."

Thinking in his heart, Xiao Yang made a seal with one hand: "Monster, blow it down!"

"Boom!"

Stepping on the rocks of the eighth peak, the demon saint mushroom slowly straightened up, his eyes filled with indifference, the emerald green spar fist, directed at the **** feather snake with wings like a knife.

The layers of air exploded loudly.

This momentum can only be possessed by spirit beasts that reach the seventh rank!

Before everyone could react, the demon saint mushroom's spar fist fell down, and the Shen Feather Snake had a startled look, and he wanted to evade, but its body, at that rapid speed, couldn't change its trajectory at all.

In the exclamation, the divine feather snake crossed its wings, turning its body horizontally in front of it.

"boom!"

The eighth peak trembled rapidly.

The right fist of the demon saint mushroom smashed down heavily, and a large pit of about ten feet exploded immediately, setting off smoke and dust in the sky.

Looking at the scene in front of him, many Yuya members were dumbfounded.

The body of the Shen Feather Snake, like a pheasant with messy feathers, was pressed under the fist of the demon holy mushroom. Its exposed tail was twitching constantly, but its upper body was hard to move.

It seemed that what was pressing on it was not a fist, but a million tons of mountains.

Punch, crush!

With a soft heel, Yang Ling's lips trembled.

Seventh order!

Xiao Yang's spirit beast had also been promoted, and it was more prominent than his **** feather snake!

But he couldn't figure out how, in front of the Demon Saint Mushroom of the seventh rank, the **** feather snake at the peak of the eighth rank could not even make a punch.

"Just now, you told me to break my legs?" Xiao Yang looked at Yang Ling with a playful smile.

"Huh!"

Without even thinking about it, Yang Ling suddenly jumped into the air under the dull gazes of many Yuya members, and fleeing wildly into the distance without his life.

He has already experienced Xiao Yang's horror once, and it definitely doesn't look like experiencing it again!

It's just that he overlooked one point.

He just ran away by himself ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but ignored the members of Yuya.

From the disappointed and unbelievable eyes of those people, it is not difficult to know that even if Yuya is still there in the future, they will not be as trusting and loyal to Yang Ling as before.

"Xiao Yang, don't you want to break my legs? Come on!"

In the distant sky, Yang Ling laughed wantonly.

He is a wind psychic and belongs to the very fast category.

Although his strength is not as good as Xiao Yang, he does not believe that he will fall into a disadvantage in terms of speed!

Can't afford to provoke, can he still not be able to hide?

"Some people are really uncomfortable not to be beaten."

Shaking his head helplessly, Xiao Yang's fire wings stretched out behind him, and immediately under many incredible gazes, a pair of the same fire wings continued to unfold.

"Huh!"

(End of this chapter)