Ye Hanshuang looked at Tian Buqi, who suddenly appeared and showed his power to force Mo Ming to the desperate situation.

Is this the trump card that Yang Fan just felt fearless?

He actually had such a close relationship with the Tian family in Nanjiang, which was able to make the fourth elder of the Tian family so simply and without even hesitation to offend the Changmeng Mo family, whose overall strength was much stronger than their Tian family!

"It's really incredible, how did he do it?"

"What exactly is it that makes Tian Buqi make such an impulsive decision? Is it more important in Tian Buqi's eyes that Yang Fan in front of him is more important than Mo Ming than the entire Mo clan in Changmeng's guarding the mansion?"

Ye Hanshuang felt a little unbelievable.

But now, the facts are right in front of you. If it weren't for the inappropriateness now, Ye Hanshuang would have wanted to call Monk Hua immediately and ask him about the details of Yang Fan in detail.

Mo Ming's struggle in the flame continued, but the struggle became smaller and smaller, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Ye Hanshuang had no intention of trying to stop him. One reason was that she really didn't look down on Mo Ming, and the other reason was that Tian Buqi seemed to have entered the level of an emperor-level powerhouse. Even if she took action, she might not be an opponent.

Moreover, even the vice president of the Martial Arts Association did not speak, so Ye Hanshuang had no reason to intervene. As long as it was not her student who suffered a loss, what would you do if you like!

"Did you see it? This is the human race, a race that is born to like internal fighting! A king-level strong man died in his own hands so frustratedly, tsk tsk tsk!"

Ying Changkong, who was standing on Ying Siyuan's shoulder, watched the drama of destroying the king among the human race with interest, and said softly to Ying Siyuan: "Sometimes, even if our demon race does not take action, they can kill themselves!"

"However, Yang Fan's human is also a little lunatic. I have not understood why he fought with Jing and Mo families. This is of no benefit to him at all."

Ying Changkong glanced at Yang Fan with a little fear. Such a madman who is uneasy and plays cards is sometimes much more dangerous than those normal humans.

"Young Master, are you really going to bring such a madman into the spiritual source land later? Are you not afraid that after entering the secret realm, he will suddenly kill you?"

Ying Changkong suddenly felt a little worried. The spiritual source land should not allow any creature with a bone age of more than twenty years to enter it. Without it, it would be too dangerous for the young master to stay with such a little madman.

"That's interesting!" Ying Siyuan grinned, with a nervous smile on his face, and said, "If you have such a guy who is not very good at dealing with the human family, there will definitely be a good show. If you have the chance, this young master may not be able to take him for himself."

"As for this young master," Ying Siyuan said confidently: "I have divine weapons to protect my body, and I am almost invincible in the entire secret realm. Who can hurt me?"

"After that being said, the young master should be careful." Ying Changkong reminded carefully: "It is important to know that sometimes if you want to kill someone, you don't have to break and defend yourself before you can do it. You have to be careful when killing poison or trapped killing."

The magic weapon can only protect the body or attack, but what can you do if someone fights you head-on and plays with you?

The opening time of the Spiritual Source Land is only two days in total. Once the spiritual tide ends, the entrance to the secret realm will be completely closed again. It will be ten years later when the next time you open it.

If Ying Siyuan is maliciously trapped in the spiritual source and cannot come out, and when the secret realm is closed, it will surely die.

After all, Ying Siyuan's bone age is nineteen years old. If it only needs to stay in the spiritual source for another year, it will be exhausted by the time rules inside, and it will be born and died in it.

Similar things have happened before. Whether it is the human race or the demon race, they have done similar things. There are many unlucky people who are designed to be killed in the spiritual source for many years.

"I know, I'll be careful."

Ying Siyuan nodded slightly when he heard this. This was indeed a problem. He did not want to be a bad guy trapped and killed in the secret realm.

In the human camp.

A middle-aged man with a beard was sitting leaning on a raised ice lump and drinking wine sipped in one bite. He was confused in his blinking eyes, as if he had not noticed what had happened in front of him, and he did not hear Mo Ming's shrill cry before his death.

Beside him, two young men bowed and stood, not as unsightly as a middle-aged man. The two little guys were staring at the dispute ahead with curiosity, looking excited and curious.

However, when they saw a powerful man like Mo Ming in flames and was about to be burned to ashes, their hearts tightened and they looked at the middle-aged man who was pouring wine into their mouths.

"Vice President, things seem to be getting bigger. Are you not going to go out to persuade me?" One of the young men respectfully asked the middle-aged man: "That elder Mo Ming, Lai Hao, is also a ninth-level martial king. It seems a pity that he died here in vain."

"Is that true?" The vice president opened his eyelids and glanced at the young man who was talking, and asked him softly with a little drunkenness: "Then tell me, are you looking for death for what he did just now?"

"Just just now, when he bullied others with his power and bullied the weak with his younger generation, I did not stop him. Now, he encountered a tough guy, got at a disadvantage, and learned a lesson, and he was about to die soon, but I took action. Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Have you ever wondered if I took action to save this Mo Ming now, would it be fair to the two young men before? Will Tian Buqi, who came out in the end, sit down and watch?"

"Is it worth it to be the vice president of Nanjiangtian and Jinghua Wuhan University in order to please the Changmeng Mo family, and I have two young people with great potential?"

The vice president asked a series of rebellious questions, leaving the young man speechless.

"Remember, our martial arts association is a free and fair martial arts platform, not a knife in anyone's hands. Generally speaking, we will not interfere in any battle between aristocratic families."

After saying that, the vice president looked up at Mo Ming, who was being confined in the air and was experiencing the scorching punishment of fire, and raised his hand to pour a sip of strong wine into his mouth, and continued to get sleepy.

"Oh, by the way." The vice president seemed to remember something, turned over and reminded the two young people around him: "If the young man named Yang Fan is not dead in a while, he will enter the spiritual source land. You can try to make friends with him, and if possible, pull him into our martial arts association."

"Yes, Vice President!"

The two young men bowed at the same time.

In front, Tian Buqi's eyes fell on Jing Ren, who was being controlled by Ye Hanshuang. He first nodded politely to Ye Hanshuang, so he had seen it, and then asked Yang Fan softly: "Mr. Fan, should the old man from the Jing family be solved together?"

Tian Buqi is very bachelor. Anyway, he has offended him, so he doesn't mind offending him more ruthlessly.

Yang Fan glanced at Jing Ren and saw that the old boy looked pale and nervous, and his eyes were full of fear.

Yang Fan had a thought and launched a mental sting that was not painful or itchy at Jing Ren.

"You used a spiritual sting on the ninth-level Martial King Jingren. The sting failed. The ninth-level Martial King Jingren easily resisted your mental attack, with mental power +1, skill proficiency +2."

Yang Fan shook his head slightly, "There are not many kingly strong people in the human race. If you can keep one, please don't make things difficult for Elder Tian."

Tian Buqi was stunned. When did Yang Fan become so soft-hearted again? When he ordered to kill Mo Ming just now, he didn't see him because he was the king.

"Didn't he just want to attack Ansheng with his fists? He cut off his arms and gave them to Ansheng for him to remember."

After saying that, Yang Fan turned his head and looked at An Sheng, saying, "Fatty, how do you think of such a punishment? If you are not satisfied, you can pick his legs even more!"

"Enough is enough!" An Sheng nodded repeatedly. The situation reversed a little quickly. He was a little uncomfortable for a moment. Unexpectedly, the two kings who had just killed them became meat on the chopping board in a blink of an eye.

Although he really wants to kill Jing Ren now, he doesn't want to make it difficult for Yang Fan. This is the grudge between their An family and the Jing family and the Mo family. He doesn't want to involve Yang Fan too much.

If possible, he would rather rely on his own strength to take revenge on his own.

"Ding! Your disciple An Sheng is in a state of excitement, and is grateful to you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly improved. His loyalty to the sect is extremely improved. His sect's centripetal force is +20. The current sect's centripetal force reaches 100. His disciples return to his heart, and his master is expected to succeed!"

Yang Fan's mouth curled slightly.

Sure enough, Fatty An took the sensational style.

Tian Buqi was given Yang Fan's hint and was no longer polite. With a wave of his hand, he threw out two space forces and cut off Jing Ren's arms at the same time.

At the same time, Ye Hanshuang also let go of his mental imprisonment for Jing Ren. Jing Ren screamed and quickly circulated his blood and instantly cut off his arm and reborn again. However, his body was a little staggering and there was no blood on his face.

He looked at Tian Buqi and Ye Hanshuang in front of him with resentment, gritted his teeth without saying a word, allowing An Sheng to step forward with a smile, picked up his two broken arms that had landed on the ground and put them in the storage equipment.

Then, An Sheng looked at Jing Ren calmly and slowly pulled hatred: "Do you feel very angry and humiliated, but you can only watch so much without any resistance, and you feel that he is useless in his own waste?"
Chapter completed!