Peerless Divine Emperor

When Yin Hongying said these two words, everyone present was stunned, especially Mu Shishi. At this moment, she finally realized that this Little Warlord of hers was actually her own master's benefactor.    

No wonder when Jing Yufeng saw him previously, he would suddenly ask about how his master was doing.    

In fact, very few people knew that Jing Yufeng was Yin Hongying's benefactor.    

Even Mo Yunxie and the others from the Dark Feather Palace had never heard of this.    

But when they saw Yin Hongying's excited face and grateful gaze, they knew that it was definitely not fake.    

"Greetings, benefactor."    

Yin Hongying walked in front of Jing Yufeng and respectfully cupped her hands.    

Who didn't know Yin Hongying's temperament? This master, even though she is an old woman, is an old woman, and would never easily lower her head to anyone;    

But now, Yin Hongying was bowing and kneeling to Jing Yufeng.    

"Hong Ying, I am no longer the me I was before. You don't have to be so courteous to me."    

Seeing this old friend of his, Jing Yufeng's face flashed a look of awkwardness. This kind of awkwardness was naturally not because of any relationship with Yin Hongying, but because of his own cultivation.    

In the past, he had indeed saved Yin Hongying when she was in imminent danger, and it was also because of this that this Yin Hongying had called him benefactor since then.    

But right now, Jing Yufeng's cultivation was no longer, in front of Yin Hongying who was at the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Stage, he was nothing at all.    

"Benefactor, no matter what sort of appearance you have, I will never forget the kindness you showed me back then. You will forever be my benefactor."    

Yin Hongying said resolutely.    

"Yin Hongying, at your age, you dare to say 'benefactor' and 'benefactor' here to a good-for-nothing? Do you not want this old face of yours anymore? Phoenix Water Pavilion's face has been completely lost by you. "    

Towards this unexpected guest, Yin Hongying, Mo Yunxie seemed to be unhappy.    

After hearing Mo Yunxie's words, Yin Hongying regained her composure, and her face instantly became cold: "Old demon Mo, what do I, Yin Hongying, need your advice on? This is my benefactor's residence. If you know what's good for you, you can take the initiative to leave here with your Dark Feather Palace's dog. Otherwise, I, Yin Hongying, will not be this courteous. "    

Yin Hongying's words were filled with a domineering aura.    

He didn't look like an old woman, but more like an old man.    

"Haha, you're not being polite with me, you're only at the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Stage, you think you can really do anything to me? All these years, my Dark Feather Palace has allowed you to go anywhere because we don't care about your matters.    

Mo Yunxie was fearless.    

After he finished speaking, Mo Yunxie was still whispering in the ears of the Great Clan Elder He Zhizhang behind him, "You guys act according to the circumstances. Once you get the chance, you have to take care of Jing Yufeng and Jing Yunxiao as soon as possible."    

"Yes."    

He Zhizhang nodded.    

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, take it out and we'll talk about it."    

Yin Hongying did not flinch.    

"Very well, in that case, I shall make my move."    

Mo Yunxie became cold and his footsteps immediately became strange. Waves of aura of the eighth stage of the Spiritual Martial Stage gushed out like a river, gushing out for a thousand miles in a single go.    

"What's the use of saying such bullshit, look at this."    

Seeing that, Yin Hongying bellowed, and took the initiative to attack. He did not use any martial arts nor any powerful techniques, but only punched out.    

As the fist struck out, the world shook.    

The surrounding spiritual energy tornado instantly surged. In the instant that the fist was swung, ripples that could be seen with the naked eye seemed to appear in the air. The fist power was like a tiger, bringing with it a terrifying pressure, it went straight for Mo Yunxie's face.    

"Yin Hongying, you want to injure me with such a small attack? Aren't you being too ridiculous? "    

Facing Yin Hongying's attack, Mo Yunxie only faintly smiled. He stood with his hands behind his back, not even moving an inch, and in front of him, the spirit energy was like a river, constantly flowing out, and finally congealing into a spirit energy barrier in front of him.    

BOOM!    

Bang! With a loud sound, Yin Hongying's fist smashed into the barrier of spirit qi. Everyone was shocked to discover that Yin Hongying's fist did not affect the barrier at all.    

"Hehe, just now it was just a little test, I didn't expect an old ghost like you to have some skills. But you want to win against me with just the spiritual qi barrier? "Then you're thinking too much too."    

Yin Hongying did not care about the loss just now.    

After retreating a few steps, Yin Hongying's footwork suddenly changed. The hand seals in her hands constantly changed, and soon after, dazzling arrowheads of spirit energy continuously formed between his arms.    

"Rainstorm Arrow."    

Yin Hongying growled, and tens of golden arrows, like a torrential rain, shot towards Mo Yunxie densely. Everywhere they passed, the earth would crack, and cracks would appear on the ground, spreading out like a spiderweb.    

The battle between warriors at the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Stage was extraordinary.    

Although it looked simple, the momentum was much more ferocious than Jing Yunxiao's and Black Wind's attacks.    

"Tsk tsk, I thought it was some powerful move, is that it? "It's nothing much."    

"[Soul Shattering Needles]."    

Mo Yunxie laughed condescendingly, he stepped on a cloth and waved both of his arms, the seals in his hands constantly changing, and then, in front of his eyes, it suddenly condensed into gigantic black needles, which shot out explosively and clashed fiercely with Yin Hongying's arrows in the air.    

whoosh whoosh whoosh *    

In that instant, the entire sky above Jing Family's Mansion exploded with golden and black light, like fireworks. It was incomparably gorgeous, and the waves of color rippled like water, rippling outwards with incomparable brilliance.    

"Oh my god, this is too powerful, too violent. The confrontation between the warriors of the eighth stage of the Spiritual Martial Stage is really exciting. "    

Everyone's gaze was deeply attracted as they watched the battle within the arena.    

Their eyes were all shining as they exclaimed hysterically.    

That attack, that storm, had never been seen or heard of before. It was extremely terrifying.    

It had to be said that both of their skills were superb, causing everyone to be excited. However, no matter how close they were, there would always be a difference in strength, which was why after a round of sparring, Yin Hongying slowly lost.    

The golden arrows he used were scattered by the huge array, while Mo Yunxie still had two large needles remaining, which shot towards Yin Hongying.    

"Drink."    

Yin Hongying growled, her body retreating rapidly. Seeing that the two needles were about to land on her body, she waved her hands fiercely and released a large amount of spirit energy that formed a fist force vortex in his hands. Only then did she manage to resist the two needles.    

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