A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

Luo Liyan turned a deaf ear to Han Ziliang's unbearable words and didn't even bother to respond.

She knew very well that her little master was nearby at this moment.

He was the most protective of his child and would never stand by and watch him being bullied.

Thinking of this, she calmly opened her red lips and said slowly: "City Lord Han, you are the lord of a city, but you disregard your status and position and personally take action against a junior like me. Aren't you afraid that it will be spread out and make people laugh and damage your reputation?"

"You bold and lowly maid, how dare you speak so arrogantly." Han Santong was furious when he heard it, "See how this city lord will smash your sharp teeth and sharp mouth first!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly mobilized the powerful and surging spiritual power in his body. In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the majestic and endless spiritual power suddenly gushed out like a volcanic eruption, raising a gust of wind and waves between heaven and earth, turning into an indestructible and terrifying force.

Then, this power quickly condensed into a cold and murderous spiritual spear, with a chilling cold light flashing at the tip of the spear, as if it could penetrate everything in the world.

This mighty and majestic momentum was like a surging tide, sweeping in all directions, and wherever it passed, sand and stones flew and smoke filled the air.

Everyone present was frightened by this terrifying pressure, their faces turned pale and trembling, and they were silent, not even daring to breathe.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"What a great prestige, you are worthy of being the Lord of Jinling, you scared me to death."

At this tense moment, a cute little boy came over with a candied haws.

Han Santong was slightly stunned when he saw a five or six-year-old child holding a candied haws standing between him and Luo Liyan.

He was a little surprised.

You know, there are many eyes staring at them around at this moment.

If he killed such a young child mercilessly, once the news spread, it would be hard to say.

Doing so would undoubtedly damage his glorious image as the lord of a city.

Han Santong tried to make his voice sound gentler and asked, "Little kid, where are your parents?"

But Ye Changsheng seemed not to hear him and stood there steadily, not moving at all.

Seeing this, Han Ziliang on the side hurriedly shouted to the crowd, "Whose child is this?

Take him away quickly!

Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The crowd of onlookers whispered to each other, asking each other whose child this child was.

But everyone looked at each other, and no one knew the child in front of them.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in the Qi Refining Stage in the crowd couldn't bear to see such a scene happen.

With good intentions, she shouted to Ye Changsheng, "Child, come to your sister quickly, it's very dangerous there."

Ye Changsheng: Sister? ? ? ? Do you have no idea of ​​your age?

He took a bite of the candied haws in his hand, smiled sweetly at the kind middle-aged woman, and said, "Thank you for your concern. How can I leave when someone dares to bully my disciples?"

As soon as he said this, it was like a big stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves.

Suddenly, there was a noise around.

"What?"

"Your disciples?"

"Who is your disciple?"

People were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths and began to talk about it.

At this time, Ji Lingyun and Cui'er ran to Ye Changsheng and said respectfully: "Master, this is the man who bullied my senior sister and me, and made us his women..."

Ji Lingyun pointed her slender jade finger at the arrogant Han Ziliang and said.

"What?"

Hearing this, Han Ziliang was stunned at first, then looked at Ji Lingyun with astonishment, and asked: "What do you call him?"

"Who do you call Master?"

"This child is your Master???"

At this moment, he couldn't believe what he heard.

Ji Lingyun blinked her big watery eyes, and said proudly with a slight smile on her lips: "Nonsense, this is our Master."

"Ah?!"

"This child is their Master?"

"Are you kidding?"

"The girl's cultivation just now has reached the Golden Core Realm, and she is actually the disciple of this child?"

"Who on earth is this child?"

Screams came from the crowd.

Many people present were stunned by this sudden scene, and their mouths were wide open, as if they could fit an egg, and they couldn't close them for a long time.

ThisWhat exactly is going on?

Is it a dream or is it real?

Everyone has a feeling of unreality.

Just as everyone was extremely surprised, Ye Changsheng slowly raised his right hand and waved it lightly, seemingly casually.

In an instant, the powerful pressure that was originally permeating the surroundings quickly receded like a tide, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The powerful pressure on Luo Liyan was immediately eliminated.

She stood up, walked a few steps to Ye Changsheng's side, and respectfully called: Master, thank you.

Ye Changsheng nodded, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the long spear formed by the gathering of spiritual energy that Han Santong had condensed before also collapsed in an instant under the action of a mysterious and invisible huge force, turning into a little spiritual light and dissipating in the air.

Ye Changsheng's operation surprised Han Santong.

The other party actually easily resolved his attack. What is his cultivation level?

A trace of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He hurriedly bowed and asked politely: "May I ask your name, sir?"

"Sir?"

"Why is the city lord so polite to this child all of a sudden?"

Some people in the crowd were confused. Seeing Han Santong's big change, they felt a little puzzled.

The immortal cultivators present were different from them. They were all extremely shocked by the powerful strength that Ye Changsheng had just shown.

With a casual wave of his hand, he completely resolved the attack of Han Santong, who was half a step into the Nascent Soul stage. He must have at least the Nascent Soul stage cultivation level.

A five or six-year-old child, has reached the Nascent Soul stage?

Isn't this too unbelievable?

Just now, everyone was shocked to see Luo Liyan had the Golden Core stage cultivation at such a young age. Now there is a five-year-old Nascent Soul stage strongman. What is the origin of these people? ? ? ?

"Qingyun Sect, Ye Changsheng." Ye Changsheng said lightly.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Ye from Qingyun Sect, nice to meet you." Han Santong's face changed slightly when he heard that the other party was from Qingyun Sect.

"Fellow Daoist?" Ye Changsheng asked back.

Han Santong hurriedly explained: "Han is not talented, I am the outer sect elder of Tianjian Sect."

He wanted to use his identity to suppress Ye Changsheng.

Who knew that Ye Changsheng spit out a hawthorn seed, and then said disdainfully: "Tsk tsk, that's really not talented."

"You!" Han Santong didn't expect Ye Changsheng to give him no face at all, and his face suddenly turned livid.

"Just now your son teased my disciple, and you bullied my disciple by taking advantage of your power. How should this matter be settled?" Ye Changsheng said coldly.

Han Santong was ridiculed so mercilessly in public, his face turned pale and blue, and the anger in his heart instantly burned. He shouted: "First, your disciple killed the guards of my city lord's mansion, and now he wants to take my son's life. As the city lord, can't I even teach him a lesson?"

Faced with Han Santong's angry questioning, Ye Changsheng just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and responded coldly: "My disciple, it is not the turn of others to point fingers, let alone teach others."

Before he finished speaking, two cold lights suddenly burst out from Ye Changsheng's cold eyes, piercing Han Santong in the air like a substance.

A majestic and invisible pressure suddenly descended, like a towering mountain crushing Han Santong with overwhelming force.

With a loud bang, Han Santong had no time to react, and was directly knocked down from midair to the ground by this extremely terrifying pressure.

He tried his best to resist this suffocating pressure, but all efforts seemed to be in vain.

At this moment, he was much more embarrassed than Luo Liyan before.

Although Han Santong used all his strength to resist this pressure, he still half-knelt on the ground, his body trembling constantly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking a large area of ​​his clothes.

His heart was already occupied by fear, because he knew very well that if this pressure really fell completely, he would probably be crushed into a pool of meat on the spot, and there would be no possibility of survival.

Han Ziliang, who was standing aside, was also frightened and pale when he saw this scene.

He stuttered and shouted, "Quick...quickly stop it! My father is the lord of a city, and my master is a well-known swordsman who can cross the ancient mountains and rivers...How dare you be so presumptuous!"

It would have been better if he didn't say it. After he said this, Ye Changsheng's pressure increased. Han Santong knelt on the ground with a plop, "Rebellious son, shut up, you want to kill me???"