Chapter 321: Not here for nothing!

On the stargazing platform.
Ling Henchao leaned against the railing, bowed his hands, and then reached into his sleeves, shaking his wrists, and pulled out a war knife from his sleeves.
The blade's sharp light flickered, and the lines appeared, and the cold air was sharp.
This is a heavenly secret treasure.
In the Cangming Hall, the strongest weapon, the Tingchao Knife, was in Ling Henchao's hands at this moment, but he could not give this land fairy any sense of security.
"Cangming Hall, the lord, Ling Henchao!"
Ling Henchao was panicked. In order to adjust his pre-war mentality, Zhenger Bajing reported his name, then stepped out, stepped on the railing, pointed at Chen Xinglie with a knife, and even said again: "Please enlighten me. !"
Listen to the cold light on the tide knife.
The sound of the sea tide appeared on the observatory, and the sound wave was like a microwave, from the end of the square to Chen Xinglie's ears.
Chen Xinglie did not respond.
He had already stretched his palm into his sleeves, holding the hilt of the big sword in one hand, and holding a chrysanthemum arrow symbol in the other.
According to Chen Xinglie's original plan, at this time, he should draw out the big sword, release a thousand-zhang sword light, and rush towards Ling Henchao, secretly crushing a chrysanthemum arrow symbol...
If one is not enough, then two.
Until Ling Henchao was completely shot.
Chen Xinglie didn't believe it. Ling Henchao, the master of Cangming Palace, even dared to carry a knife to kill after the lower half of his body was shot.
If you are brave and violent by nature, you may have this kind of backbone. Even if your limbs are cut off, you will want to bite the enemy with your teeth until you die.
Ling Henchao is not such a person.
If this person is a brave and brave generation, he will not run away in the underground temple of the king's tomb.
The reason why Chen Xinglie did not immediately respond to Ling Henchao was simple.
Someone is hiding in the dark!
more than one!
Even the Gu Hou Meimei who followed Chen Xinglie, and the Qian Yuzao and the empty ghost who stood behind did not notice those who were hiding in the dark.
Only land gods can hide from land gods!
Chen Xinglie is still in the second state of martial arts, and he can't notice that there is a land fairy hiding in the dark, but he is holding a chrysanthemum arrow symbol in his hand, and what he sees is the aiming interface of the system.
The three-dimensional visual field of the system interface is clearly displayed.
On the left side of the yard, beside the embankment of Leiyinchi, there is a red dot flickering in the green branches of the willow tree. Among the thick white clouds in the sky, there is also a red dot hidden in the middle of the cloud, glowing. Behind the side, in a cluster of thatch, there is a red dot, which is less than twenty steps from Chen Xinglie, and it is highlighted.
There are three in total.
Three land gods.
Chen Xinglie observed secretly and found that with his own cultivation base and eyesight, he couldn't see anything famous at all, so he didn't bother to guess who these three were.
There were not many land immortals in the Great King Dynasty.
Three in the north and four in the south.
Adding Tongueless and Shang Qingkong, and the hidden ghost of the empty door, minus a dead Ning Fenghan, the total is less than ten.
All are the generations of Megatron.
Now three people came.
Convergence!
However, Chen Xinglie guessed that one of them must be a tongueless old in the palace.
There was a sneer at the corner of Chen Xinglie's mouth, and he shook his head towards the observatory in front of him, and said, "Hall of Ling, don't be impatient."
Ling Henchao asked in a deep voice, "What else is yours?"
Chen Xinglie's tone was leisurely, and said, "Hall Master Ling is just begging for death, why rush for a while? Even if you live an extra blink or breathe time, Palace Master Ling will be considered a big profit."
What an arrogant tone!
Ling Henchao only felt that he had received great humiliation. He was so angry that his whole body was surging and surging. Even the Tide Tide knife in his hand was trembling slightly, but he did not say a word of rebuttal, just because in his heart I have long believed that although Chen Xinglie's words are arrogant, they are all truthful and cannot be refuted.
Even the demon surrendered to him!
In addition to the demon fairy that I met underground before, there are now two more land immortals following him!
This person can surrender so many land gods...
This is definitely relying on the world's cultivation base, monstrous strength!
Not here for nothing!
Ling Henchao was full of jealousy, but he still wanted to die.
A master of the land gods realm, even if he knows he will die, he must seek a decent way to die.
Was it decent to die in battle?
Forget it!
Ling Henchao took a deep breath, fearing that Chen Xinglie wouldn't let him die in a happy battle, and would play around with it before killing anyone.
"The Lord of the Hall is waiting for you."
Ling Henchao's tone remained calm.
But Ling Henchao thought in his heart: "Now, based on Chen Xinglie's unwillingness to do it directly, it is very likely that he will play with me."
Chen Xinglie remained indifferent.
He raised his head slightly and stared at the clear sky.
"No tongue!"
Chen Xinglie coldly pronounced a name, and said, "You are sneaky and hidden in the dark. Are you afraid that this seat will be the first to kill you?"
The look of everyone changed drastically.
Qin Wannian and Duan Wuhuan reacted the most. He quickly turned around and looked around, praying in his heart that his ancestors would never provoke the big demon, otherwise he would be cut with one sword. At that time, who would come to Kuangfu The Jiangshan Sheji of the Great Bo Dynasty?
Qian Yuzao's eyes sank, but he didn't look around. He just thought: "This palace is here, the old is very likely to come. Now, Chen Xinglie is here, even if the old cannot use the forbidden ground in the palace. The law guarantees life, my palace does not dare to act on this old in front of Chen Xinglie."
The ghost of the empty door clasped his hands together, his eyes were not turning, he only looked at it with the light of his eyes, but he couldn't find out where he had no tongue.
Lin Daoyuan stood quietly on the side, hanging up high on his own.
Zhen Yingxiong shouted: "Get out!"
Zhen Haojie also yelled in a fake tiger, "Old eunuch! If you don't get out, be careful of my son, kill him with one sword..."
The words are not finished.
A voice rang from the grass behind the side.
"The son is polite."
Tonguelessly speaking in a voice that is neither overcast nor overwhelming, he raised his hand to separate the bushes, stepped out, and bowed his hands in salute: "The weather is very good today, and the scorching sun is sky. Like standing in the sun, so I found a bush to hide, and asked the son to forgive me."
The old stood alone in front of the grass, maintaining a gesture of bowing his hands, because the injury on his body has not been healed, resulting in unstable breath and unable to conceal the martial arts aura in his body. Between his sleeves, there are two visions of dragon and tiger. Looming.
Chen Xinglie saw No Tongue with his own eyes for the first time, but in his memory, he was deeply impressed by No Tongue.
This is a loyal and commendable old eunuch.
Although this seat is a great demon, it is most abhorrent to the courtiers and thieves who seek to usurp the throne, and most admire the loyal and righteous officials.
Chen Xinglie examined the tongueless old eunuch, nodded slightly, and then raised his hand to point? The hidden willow tree on the bank said: "Cut down that willow tree."