Volume 2, Chapter 144: A Saint Comes to the Sea of Flowers
Hearing this, the sage of the Long family was about to step forward.
Ye Tingmu looked coldly.
I know I can’t delay any longer.
So he whispered, "It's too late to call people now."
He turned into a long rainbow and attacked again.
Accompanied by a scream.
Blood splattered the sky.
A body also flew backwards.
It hit the dragon saint heavily.
At this time, the ancestor of the dragon clan was already dying.
There was a big hole as big as a fist at the place where the heart should be.
But he still had a breath left.
Not dead.
"Father."
"I kill you......."
"Don't...you, you can't beat him."
At this time, the saints were in an uproar.
Before, it was rumored that Ye Tingmu could kill the saint as easily as killing a dog.
They still don't believe it.
But now I believe it.
The Long Youtian in front of him is a ninth-level saint, with the cultivation level of the ninth heaven, a peak saint.
He even carries divine blood.
One of the strongest fighters in the East China Sea.
Now, he was defeated by Ye Tingmu before he could even hold on for a hundred breaths.
How could they not be surprised?
At this time, everyone no longer dared to be arrogant.
No one dared to speak, but he relied on his own strength to kill Ye Tingmu in front of him.
They knew in their hearts that the only way to kill him was to gang up on him.
At this time, Ye Tingmu stood in the sky.
Return the thunder to your waist.
Place your hands behind your back.
His eyes swept over the saints one by one.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Everyone, does anyone else want to fight?"
Everyone was silent and no one answered.
In the distance, Jinghong was shouting and screaming.
Seeing the saints, they are silent.
Ye Tingmu scratched his ears.
"If you are afraid, then go back. After all, I am here, and it is not shameful for you to lose."
His tone was arrogant and confident, but also contained a bit of contempt for everyone.
When the ancestors heard him say this, anger naturally appeared in their eyes.
The fire was burning in their hearts at this moment.
"Ye Tingmu, I have to admit that you are very strong, but you are only one person after all. Do you think you can really stop more than 200 of us saints?"
"Oh...you all mean to gang up on me." He lowered his eyes but still smiled.
"Haha... little brother, the victors take all, and war is all about defeating the many with the few. How can there be such a thing as a group fight?"
Ye Tingmu shrugged. He did not deny what the other party said. Sun Tzu's Art of War also wrote that the best strategy is to attack the enemy's plan...
It would naturally be good if we could suppress the other side with overwhelming numbers.
But since he dared to come today, he must have his own backup plan.
He laughed coldly and said, "Today, since I dare to come here, I am not afraid of you coming together. Why don't you try?"
His words fell into the ears of everyone, and they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in their hearts.
yes.
Since it is a truth that everyone knows.
Why is Ye Tingmu still here?
Could it be that as he said, he still has a trump card?
Can he really defeat so many people on his side?
No one knows the answer.
But they felt guilty at this moment.
But at this time, Canghaikong's voice sounded first.
He has the deepest hatred for Jiuzhou and also the deepest hatred for Ye Tingmu.
His younger brother Canghai Yisheng died in a situation related to Ye Tingmu's vortex.
His own son and daughter died directly at the hands of Ye Tingmu.
There are also grandchildren, clansmen, and so on.
So he should be the one who wants Ye Tingmu to die and Jiuzhou to perish the most.
"Everyone... don't be fooled by him. He's one person, and we have hundreds of thousands of people. Even if he's an immortal, we can still outlast him."
His words instantly awakened everyone present.
Yes, no matter how strong he is, he is just one person, right?
What else can be done? As long as we attack together.
The outcome is still unknown.
Just at this moment, when Ye Tingmu was about to speak again.
A voice was heard from the distant skyline.
The voice is lush and charming, yet mixed with the childishness of a young girl.
"Who said it was just one person's?"
When Ye Tingmu heard these words, they sounded strangely familiar.
He couldn't help but shift his gaze away from Baisheng in front of him.
Looked towards the north.
That was the direction where the voice just came from.
Looking up, I see the end.
A long wind, carrying a sea of flowers, came towards him.
I first heard his voice, then smelled his fragrance, but still hadn't seen him.
A moment later.
A sea of flowers blooms all over the sky.
At this moment, it started snowing again in the sky of Shanhaiguan.
But this snow is not that snow.
The snow is colorful and bright, and you can smell its fragrance.
In the spotlight.
When the sea of flowers is gone.
A figure emerged in the blue sky.
She was dancing gracefully in a pink dress, like a fairy stepping into spring.
A glance at the crowd makes the world look like dust.
A single smile brings out all the charms in her, and the seas, rivers, heaven and earth lose their color.
Her smile is like flowers blooming all over the mountain, and her skin is as white as frost and snow.
Her cheeks were even more rosy, showing her girlish nature.
The peach blossom between the eyebrows is particularly dazzling under the spring light.
It makes people think of all kinds of things at a glance.
The girl came to Ye Tingmu in the surprised gaze of everyone.
Then he completely ignored Ye Tingmu who was still in a daze.
Just pounced on him.
Hugged him.
He shouted softly.
"Brother, I miss you so much."
Ye Tingmu was confused at first, wondering who this was.
When the flowers had all faded, the person who came was Hua Zhilu.
Still confused.
Because Hua Zhilu had no cultivation at that time.
Now he has reached the realm of a saint.
What the hell is this?
It feels completely unreal.
The moment she pounced on him, his original shock disappeared.
Instead, it feels cramped.
Well, he really did treat Hua Zhilu as his sister.
But when she met Hua Zhilu, she was already an adult. Now five years have passed, and the girl has become more mature and has become a 23-year-old lady.
It is indeed inappropriate to be intimate in this group.
So he felt a little resistant.
It's not dislike.
Just not used to it.
It's not just her. Except for Jinghong and Guanqi, he resists everyone else, including Dongfang Qingzhu.
He gently pushed away Hua Zhilu's delicate body, keeping the two of them at a certain distance.
Then he carefully looked at the girl in front of him.
Hua Zhilu's eyes were full of joy.
She had been waiting for this day for five years, a full five years.
"Brother Mu..."
Ye Tingmu asked, "Xiaolu, how did you become a saint?"
"Hehe, I'll tell you later. Why does it seem like my brother isn't very happy to see me?"
Ye Tingmu cleared his throat and said, "No, that's not the case. It's just a little unexpected. Why are you here?"
This is indeed true.
Hua Zhilu tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and said sweetly, "I'll help my brother fight and beat them to death."
As she spoke, she waved her fists and glanced angrily at the coalition forces of a hundred nations in front of her.
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