I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 316 Chapter 320
The rain is getting heavier.

But the rain falls on this active volcano, like a sauna, the water vapor carries a lot of high temperature, and the white mist spreads.

Gradually, thick fog shrouded Quemen Mountain, making it impossible to see your fingers.

Two figures, whispering in secret.

The Hundred Barbarian Saintess bid farewell to her elder sister, wearing blood armor alone, sitting cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the spreading heat.

Crystallized mountain case.

In the sunken potholes, the washed volcanic ash flows along the ravine to the small depression in the middle of the fire bamboo forest.

Standing on the mountain, Li Ye looked around and found a naturally formed hanging cliff near the crater, which was also in a concave shape, matching the southwest mountain wind that blows all year round.

This perfectly formed the connection point between the leylines and the firepower.

Sitting cross-legged, the semi-fan-shaped crystal cliff above the head blocks the rain from the sky. The jade-like rain is like a bead curtain, a wonderful view.

The accumulation of high temperature and the burning of flames, from a distance, Li Ye looks like a burning man. The pores in his body continue to expand, as if swallowing firepower, and the hot firepower spreads into his body.

The volcano under the seat is like a irascible old man, and the leylines are always active, like a lively elf, making it difficult for people to grasp.

Between the limbs and bones, Li Ye felt that his cells were slowly warming up.

Time passes day by day.

There were gradually more uninvited people coming to Quemen Mountain, which was usually not disturbed by anyone. At the beginning, they were still spying from a distance, but gradually, they became more and more daring.

Dark night.

Outside the fire bamboo forest in a corner of the mountain, a figure quickly sneaked tentatively under the shadow of the fire bamboo forest.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the eyes of the hundred barbarian saintess wearing blood armor twitched, the red light of the blood armor squirmed, and tentacles protruded vaguely, pointing in a certain direction.

Bang.

From extremely quiet to extremely dynamic, it only takes one breath.

The sledgehammer in her hand seemed to grow larger in the wind, and a huge phantom enveloped the sneaking figure, but the center of gravity of the hammer surface seemed to be misaligned, slightly shifted, but the power caused by the hammer had already made the sneaking person back.

"Go away, next time, I'll kill you with a hammer."

He scolded coldly, with some kind of warning.

The back figure showed no recognizable traces, black night clothes, black face scarf, only revealing a pair of cloudy eyes, it seemed that he was not young.

"As a disciple of the Hundred Barbarians, you are called a saint by the world. Where is your courage? Just because of a bet, you lost the glory of your Hundred Barbarians, and you are willing to be the eagle dog of the court."

There was a harsh rustling sound in the suppressed voice.

"You talk too much nonsense, if you don't want to go away, give me a hammer."

The Hundred Barbarian Saintess sneered at the words of those who hide their heads and show their tails.

The rules in Baiman Mountain are more blatantly that the strong are respected, and if you lose, you lose.

If you lose your glory, you should work harder to cultivate, in order to earn back the lost glory one day. This is the correct concept of Baiman Mountain, and there are not so many flowery intestines.

With a bang, the hammer was powerful, and the murderous intent suddenly spread.

As soon as the soles of the feet were stamped, the whole body carried a hammer wind, and under the blessing of the blood armor, the body turned into a high-speed locomotive.

Originally, she kept her hand on purpose before, but after being provoked, she felt that she should deal a heavy blow to the other party.

Bang.

The body of the man in black froze slightly, and he couldn't resist the force from his arm.

Even his body felt like his blood was burning. The blood in his body seeped out of the pores and penetrated into the blood armor on the Hundred Barbarian Saintess.

At this moment, he realized how powerful Li Ye was when he was able to defeat the Holy Maiden, but how weak he was when facing the Holy Maiden in blood armor.

The blood armor changed again.

It suddenly changed into a shape, covered with thorns, chamfered, and pierced into the body of the man in black.

The plump cheeks of the man in black instantly changed from plump to withered at a very fast speed.

With a shake of his body, his strength broke free from the traction of the blood armor.

Not daring to stay any longer, turned around and fled.

It's only a little bit short of time, and if he slows down by three seconds, he has a feeling that he will be buried here.

That's it, enough threat.

Not only in the following midnight, but also in the next few days, the hundred barbarian saintesses did not meet any uninterested people again.

During the days of retreat, an elderly man dressed as a Confucian scholar came in front of her, a young man she was very familiar with.

He has a slender figure, and behind him is an ancient sword, a rusty sword, but it happens that this sword is rejuvenated after drinking human blood, and its brilliance is so dazzling that people can't even see the blade.

Wuying son, Wuying sword.

After five years of getting along with each other, the two sides almost knew the bottom line. In addition to life-saving and desperate means, the strength of almost conventional means became the ranking of the four people including the two.

The sectarian world is scorching sun.

The four of them lived up to the expectations of the elders of the sect, and ranked among the top four among the top ten heroes. In a sense, they could be said to be the descendants of the new generation of major forces including the Five Dynasties.

"You're here? As far as I know, you shouldn't be the kind of short-witted person who can't tell the difference between you and him. Why do you want to go up the mountain?"

The eyes of the Hundred Barbarian Saintess were calm, and she didn't have the slightest dismay of becoming a maid holding a knife.

"You came looking for me."

affirmative tone.

Young Master Wuying laughed.

"Mansuying, you still understand me. I know you have always been dissatisfied with being ranked fourth. Now that you have obtained blood armor, I am curious about how big the gap is between you and me. I wonder if you can give me a challenge. Your chance."

Man Suying is the name given by Master Wuying and others to the Hundred Man Saintess in the custom of the Five Dynasties. Man is the surname, which represents her origin, and Su Ying is the name.

"You're asking for trouble. You know that I have blood armor. When you burst out with all your strength, you can't stop it at all."

She tensed her body, leaned forward slightly, and gave Young Master Wuying a look like a leopard hunting, silent and ready to deal the most fatal blow at any time.

"Be careful."

There was no rejection, and a violent force surged from her body, pushing her body to climb rapidly.

A faint red light overflows.

Young Master Wuying's face suddenly changed, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes.

Just as Man Suying knew him very well, he also knew very well about Man Suying.

Doubled.

No, not even two to three times as fast.

He found that Man Suying's strength was completely different when wearing blood armor and not wearing blood armor.

His body trembled, and Young Master Wuying, who had been slammed in the chest, immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood, and there was a little bit of flesh inside, which seemed to be fragments of some internal organs.

The person flew out.

Seeing the familiar figure knocked down on the ground, Man Suying felt a lot better inexplicably.

In her mind, she had simulated this kind of scene long ago.

"The truth is what I say."

She stood there, narrowed her eyes slightly, and let out a long breath.

"It's really powerful. King Wu can surpass your strength. No wonder, the master praises him so much. Please tell me how you feel when you fight against him."

Trembling, Mr. Wuying got up from the ground coughing a few mouthfuls of blood.

Ban Suying was silent.

"Forget it's inconvenient." Seeing Man Suying's silence, Young Master Wuying didn't insist, and changed his words slightly.

That material, Man Suying shook her head.

"It's not inconvenient, just now I was just thinking about what words to use to describe it more appropriately."

She smiled wryly.

"Now, I think about it, it's despair."

"Despair?" Young Master Wuying murmured.

"Yeah! Desperate, the gap between me and him is too big, he can even kill me with one move. He has the strength of a master of the Second Flower Realm, but I don't know how deep it is."

Ban Suying had a gloomy expression.

Li Ye put a lot of pressure on him.

Young Master Wuying didn't ask any more questions, and sat cross-legged on the ground. After the injury in his body slowed down, he glanced at the mountain, and then turned into a sword light and disappeared into the forest.

(End of this chapter)