Otherworldly Proud

Long Aotian stood in front of a dilapidated one-story house, looked inside with a strange expression, he felt that the origin of the world seemed to be in this small house.

Linghu Wanqing said lightly, "In this small room?"

Long Aotian nodded: "If my induction is correct, it should be here."

He suddenly frowned, turned his eyes away from the small room, and looked up at the sky. There were bursts of breaking wind in the air, and a griffin with a wingspan of ten meters was flying towards Long Aotian and the others at an extremely fast speed. Coming down, followed by a large group of ordinary soldiers with their feet on the aircraft. These soldiers all held a long sword made of mechanical composite steel in their hands, which looked quite imposing.

The Gryphon swooped down from the air, pressing down on the heads of Long Aotian and the others like a hill.

Long Aotian raised his head and looked at all this indifferently, but his body didn't even move.

The giant beast stopped three or four meters away from Long Aotian, and slowly moved to the side. A tall, thick man with a ferocious face jumped off his back, holding a broad knife in his hand, and the blade pointed directly at Long Aotian. face: "You killed the guard at the city gate?"

Long Aotian nodded lightly: "Not bad, what's wrong?"

Yang Xuelin gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, is this guy a fool?What's wrong?With such a big battle, what else can we do?

He opened his mouth and shouted: "Where are you from, you dare to come to my Yecheng to act wildly! I am Yang Xuelin, the lord of Yecheng. In my Yecheng, you must pay for your life if you kill someone. Now, surrender your life. You can let the others go!"

Long Aotian smiled faintly, shook his head, but did not speak.

There was a strange look in Yang Xuelin's eyes. He couldn't feel an ounce of energy from the person in front of him, but the aura of this person's calmness in the face of danger gave people an unfathomable feeling.

Is it ordinary people?Or some big shot from Jinghua City? !

Yang Xuelin suddenly hesitated, if this person really has a lot of background, it would be too uneconomical to offend him for his useless brother-in-law!

So Yang Xuelin thought for a long time, and decided to talk about it later.

Although he looks tall and thick, he has always been a thick and thin person, otherwise he would not be the city lord of Yecheng.

Seeing that Long Aotian didn't speak for a long time, the guard next to him couldn't help shouting angrily: "I'm asking you! Which city-state are you from? The original sub-clan or the new sub-clan?!"

It was the Yuanya clan and the new Ya clan again, Long Aotian had a strange look on his face, just now at the gate of the city, he also heard the guard say this, saying that Lin Xiner is from the Yuanya clan, a pariah.

Long Aotian said: "What is the original sub-clan, and what is the new sub-clan?"

The guard sneered: "Don't be so fucking stupid. The original sub-race is the old generation of humans who have not undergone genetic modification, and the new sub-race is humans who have undergone transformation and have much stronger physical functions. Look at you like this, even though you are dressed It's weird, but he can kill the guards, so he shouldn't be a pariah like the original sub-clan."

genetic modification?Also, his physical function is much stronger, Long Aotian couldn't help laughing, with contempt and disdain in his smile.

The human body is the most suitable race for cultivation. What kind of genetic modification does it have to undergo? After being genetically modified, there will inevitably be many unimaginable obstacles to cultivation to a high level. But it is far inferior to Xuantian Continent.

Seeing Long Aotian's disdainful smile, the guard clenched his fists: "You arrogant guy, you dare to kill people and make trouble in our Yecheng! Hurry up and surrender!"

Following the roar of the guards, the surrounding soldiers gradually surrounded him, staring at Long Aotian and his three women.

At this moment, a small voice sounded: "You guys, you are blocking my home!"

Long Aotian looked towards the place where the sound came from, but he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with tattered clothes and mud and dark red blood clots on his skirt. He looked very disgusting. Leaning on crutches, standing beside the guard, he said this.

The guard stared at him: "Where did you come from, the little beggar? Didn't you see the city master's work?! Hurry up and get out!"

The little boy seemed not to have heard it, and said stubbornly: "I'm still cooking rice at home, if you don't go in, the rice will be mushy!"

Hearing what the little boy said, Zi Mingyue couldn't help laughing, this little boy is really funny, facing so many people, what he thinks about is that the family is about to burn.

But the little boy's next words made Long Aotian frown.

"My sister has gone out of the city, and she will be back soon. If the food is mushy, my sister doesn't like to eat." When the little boy said this, his eyes were a little empty, and he seemed to be thinking about other things in his mind. So it was as if they couldn't see the surrounding soldiers and the city lord.

Yang Xuelin was feeling irritable, and heard the guards talking nonsense with the little boy, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, strode forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the little boy's body, stared at the little boy's face, and said: " Do you know who I am!"

The little boy's eyes changed from a trance to a clear one. Looking at the fierce face in front of him, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You..."

Yang Xuelin shouted violently: "I am the lord of the city! How dare you let me make way?! You are a pariah from the original sub-clan!"

As soon as the words fell, the broad knife in his hand cut off at once, and slashed straight at the little boy's head!

Long Aotian curled his lips, and with a slight finger, the broad knife slid out and turned into ashes in mid-air.

Yang Xuelin stared in surprise.

The little boy was also very frightened at this moment, his body was shaking, he stammered: "I...I...help...help!"

Yang Xuelin tightly grasped the boy's collar with one hand, but stared blankly at the broad knife that flew out and turned into powder.

This knife was made from the bones he obtained from a level [-] beast, and its strength was astonishing. He used to use this knife to smash the previous city lord's weapon into pieces in the city lord competition. It was beheaded, but at this moment it was broken into powder due to inexplicable reasons. What kind of master can do this.

The little boy was still held in his hands, struggling with his body, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

And at this time, a pretty voice sounded: "Brother, brother?"

With her hands in her pockets, Lin Xiner stared wide-eyed at the little boy caught by Yang Xuelin, and cried out in surprise. (~^~)