Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

Chapter 5315: Flame Tree

As his thoughts turned sharply, he was very excited, with a look of excitement on his face, and immediately performed a peerless secret technique to dig out the roots of the flame tree.

Suddenly, right at this moment, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps.

He stopped when he heard the sound, and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a rough man in a robe holding a bow and arrow, shooting a hare.

This person was wearing gorgeous clothes, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was cut like a knife.

Because when Su Yan dug up the flame tree just now, it was too late to put it in the storage ring, so its appearance was exposed to the eyes of the gorgeous man.

"Boy, who are you? Why dare to break into the Hidden Mist Forest, are you tired of living?"

"My name is Su Yan." Su Yan shrugged, grinned lightly, and suddenly had a new idea in his heart, deliberately making up a fake name.

"Su Yan?"

"Yes, you heard that right."

"Boy, no matter who you are, this place is within the Hidden Mist Forest. You should come here to hunt, and if you are sensible, hand over the divine tree in your hand immediately, otherwise, today will be your death day next year."

"Sorry, this divine tree is my legal income. If you need it, find it yourself!"

Hearing this, the man in Chinese clothes turned into anger from embarrassment, the blue veins burst out on his forehead, his eyes shot a cold light, clenched his fists tightly, and slowly approached Su Yan.

Su Yan didn't panic or panic, and took out a long sword calmly, keeping his guard on guard just in case.

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a messy cry from the edge of the forest, as if someone was running towards this side.

After a while, the footsteps got closer.

Then, accompanied by a loud neigh, a group of young disciples wearing Taiyin robes and two groups of young disciples wearing different clothes jumped off the horses with serious expressions on their faces. Holding various instruments, he quickly approached Su Yan.

One of the beautiful disciples took two steps, stared at Su Yan indifferently, and said to the man in Chinese clothes: "Sect Master, this person has just killed several elders of this sect, the four guardians, and the pavilion master of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. , and a group of young and promising disciples, also asked the suzerain to uphold justice, kill this thief, and use his head to pay homage to the souls of those who died in the same sect, so that they can rest in peace under the Jiuquan."

"Oh, there is such a thing?" The man in Huayi asked curiously with a puzzled look on his face.

Another tall and thin disciple nodded and said solemnly: "The sect master, the disciple and others have seen it with their own eyes, and there is absolutely no false statement. Otherwise, the disciple is willing to suffer the crime of five thunders."

Hearing the conversation between the three, Su Yan suddenly realized that he understood the relationship between them.

It turned out that the imposing man in gorgeous clothes in front of him turned out to be the suzerain of the Taiyin Sect.

"Boy, you are so courageous, how dare you run wild in the territory of the Taiyin Sect!"

"I don't know." Su Yan's face was calm, and he said lightly.

"Tell you, Lao Tzu is the master of the Taiyin Sect, Yun Zhonghe, nicknamed the God of the Wind. Today, you murdered the disciples of this sect. It was a heinous crime. I will send you on your way and let you enter the underworld to meet your grandma."

"Yun Zhonghe, don't be complacent, who will kill the deer, I don't know yet. If you dare to be disrespectful to me, I will let you go back with the crane."

"Boy, if you are sensible, hand over the flame tree immediately, and obediently capture it, otherwise, you will die without a place to be buried."

"Well, that's impossible, unless the sun rises from the west."

Hearing this, Yun Zhonghe frowned slightly, looking up and down at Su Yan's clothes and appearance, feeling that this person's aura was a little unstable.

On the surface, this son's cultivation base is not too high, and it is not enough to be afraid of being in the Great Perfection Realm of Immortal Emperor Seven Reincarnation to Immortal Emperor Nine Reincarnation.

However, he always felt that something was not right, because the dead elders and guardians, and even the pavilion owner of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, were all in the half-step spiritual realm.

A monk who was in the Great Perfection Realm of Immortal Emperor's Seventh Reincarnation and Immortal Emperor's Ninth Reincarnation was able to kill multiple half-step god-transforming masters in a row. Is this a very strange thing?

Could it be, could it be that this person has hidden his cultivation.

However, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see through the opponent's true strength.

Seeing Yun Zhonghe's puzzled expression, Su Yan's mouth curved into an evil and charming arc.

Yes, as Yun Zhonghe thought, he did hide his cultivation.

The reason why he was able to hide his true cultivation was because he used a magical technique called the Breath Conditioning Technique. After this technique was used, he could hide his aura at will, thus achieving the effect of concealing his cultivation. .

In this regard, he has tried and tested repeatedly, and can often play the role of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

When the enemy discovered his true cultivation, the opponent had turned into a cold corpse.

"Forget it if you don't believe me, I don't need to talk nonsense to you." Su Yan looked around, his eyes fell on the group of Taiyin Sect disciples, and found that Furong and Qiuyue were also among the crowd.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he understood something instantly.

Yun Zhonghe raised his head and raised his chest, his eyes shot a cold light, and immediately pulled out a long sword from his waist, swung it in the void a few times, drawing several dazzling sword lights, and said loudly: "Disciples, come on Ah, teach me a hard lesson for this kid, whoever can cut off his head, I will reward five hundred Yuan spar."

"Yes, Sect Master, the disciples obey your orders." Many disciples nodded with respectful expressions on their faces, bowed slightly, and said in unison.

After speaking, including Furong and Qiuyue, many Taiyin Sect disciples holding various instruments, hurriedly approached Su Yan's side and launched a swift and violent attack on him.

On the other side, the disciples of the Promise Demon Sect and the Misty Sect stood in two rows with solemn expressions on their faces, closely watching the development of the situation and waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing this, the corners of Su Yan's mouth rose, and he displayed a trick of the gods. Like a dark ghost, he jumped over from the encirclement of the crowd and quickly appeared beside Furong and Qiuyue. Electricity, as fast as a gust of wind, condensed two groups of blue energy in the palms, and slapped them on their chests.

Immediately, Furong and Qiuyue couldn't dodge in time, and just happened to be hit by two blue qi, their chests felt like they were overturned, and several bones were severely fractured. The pain was unbearable and unbearable.

Then, their legs were sore, they knelt on the ground, and a cloud of scarlet blood spurted out of their mouths, which floated away in the void, forming a beautiful picture.