Lao Wang was so angry that he opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a mouthful of blood surged into his throat and he quickly swallowed it back.

"A group of robbers, without permission, broke into other people's homes without permission and acted recklessly and were killed by their masters, which turned out to be their master's fault?"

Mrs. Wang sneered.

The little girl An An was also extremely angry: "He is just a robber himself, so of course he doesn't think the robber is wrong!"

"You dare to be slanderous and quibble, and you can't forgive me!"

A shout sounded, as if he was a little angry and embarrassed.

"laugh!"

Immediately, a snow-white sword light rushed straight to Mrs. Wang like a piece of training, dazzling and dazzling, almost instantly illuminating the entire area. The terrifying power even enveloped her and An An.

"Old woman!"

"An An, go away!"

Capturing the fierce momentum of this sword, the faces of Lao Wang and his wife changed color almost at the same time.

Mrs. Wang, who was already at the end of her strength, raised her strength without hesitation, pushed An An out of the box, and then looked at Lao Wang with some nostalgia, and her eyes became unprecedentedly gentle.

This sword can't be stopped!

"I dare to be so arrogant even if I just Bao Yuan!" Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Mrs. Wang without warning.

"Young Master?"

Mrs. Wang, who was about to wait for death, suddenly became anxious.

The young master has the ninth level of cultivation, and can kill a master of concentration, but how can he block the powerful man who is hugged the Yuan?

"call!"

However, as soon as such a thought flashed, it was a whistling sound.

She immediately felt an extremely violent wind rolling through her ears, and her face was blown to a slight pain.

Immediately afterwards, a fist-sized black mass entered her eyes, and she quickly faced the snow-white sword light that was close to her.

Mrs. Wang vaguely recognized it. It was a black jade bottle in the pharmacy.

"Bang!"

A fierce explosion resounded throughout the night sky.

The black and white colors exploded almost at the same time, and quickly dissipated into invisible through the crazy roll of the energy.

Behind Mrs. Wang, Nie Huan's slender and upright figure had already walked out slowly.

"Young Master!"

"Little brother!"

Lao Wang and An An were both excited and blushed.

Just now, Mrs. Wang was shrouded in sword force and could only wait for death. Both of them were both eyes split, sad, angry and desperate.

But unexpectedly, at a critical moment, Nie Huan appeared and rescued her.

"Young Master, go quickly!"

Mrs. Wang also came to her senses, but not only did not have the joy of surviving the disaster, but she became more and more anxious and said, "That guy, it is probably the third level of Baoyuan. I will stop him after taking this pill!"

Before she finished speaking, she hurriedly took out a jade bottle from her arms and poured out a green pill.

This is a fourth-grade spiritual pill that can quickly stimulate potential in a short period of time, called "Tianjue Pill". After taking it, its strength will soar, but once the medicine is effective, it will fall into an extremely weak situation.

The sword light came too suddenly just now, and Mrs. Wang didn't have time to take it out.

"Old woman..."

Seeing this, Lao Wang screamed in anger.

But before he could say the words, he was glared back by a fierce look. However, just as Mrs. Wang opened her mouth and was about to throw the "Tianjue Pill" in, she grabbed her wrist with one hand.

"It's not that far."

Nie Huan shook her head calmly, then let go of her, looking at the place outside the opposite side, where four figures were already there, and the front was a middle-aged man with a cold expression and a thin body, about forty years old.

There were three old men beside him.

The old man in black was even an acquaintance from the Qingyun Palace of Yunguo. He had met him once when he was in the Fubo Mountains.

"You are Nie Huan?"

After the middle-aged man in white had no power, he did not rush to take action. He even did not stop Mrs. Wang when he was about to swallow the pills just now. He just watched coldly as if he was watching a show, but there was a faint sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.

It was not until this time that he said coldly in a high tone as if he was commented, "It is indeed enough to be proud of merely the ninth level of Qi gathering that can block my sword with brute force, but that's all. Nie Huan, hand over the method of repairing the broken spirit sect immediately, and I can spare you!"

"The ninth level of gathering energy?"

Nie Huan smiled indifferently, "Then look at me again, what kind of cultivation I have now?"

While speaking, Nie Huan had already taken one step forward.

A snow-white light shone in the Lingzang area, and then swam around at an astonishing speed, all over the body, limbs and bones.

"The first level of spiritual communication!"

The middle-aged man in white and the three old men behind him were slightly stunned. Nie Huan actually opened up a spiritual vein in this way and entered the spiritual realm. However, if he had accumulated a lot of strength, it would not be surprising.

Lao Wang and his wife and An An opened their eyes wide in surprise and joy.

But at this moment, Nie Huan took another step forward, and another snow-white light spread out from the spiritual treasures and traveled all over his body.

"The second level of spiritual communication?"

The middle-aged man in white frowned slightly.

Before he finished speaking, Nie Huan took the third step slowly. At the same time, the third snow-white light began to connect his whole body.

"The third level of spiritual communication!"

The face of the middle-aged man in white changed slightly. In an instant, three spiritual veins were opened one after another, which was unheard of.

"The fourth level of psychic!"

When Nie Huan took the fourth step and the fourth white light lit up between his body, the middle-aged man in white was already quite ugly.

However, this is not far from over.

Nie Huan was calm and took a step after step. The snow-white light from the Lingzang in his body also rose one after another.

When Nie Huan took the ninth step, his entire body was covered with a rich white glow.

The majestic spiritual power followed the lights and rushed across the body, like thick and rushing torrents.

At this moment, both Lao Wang and his wife, An An, and the old man in black were stunned. They opened their eyes wide and looked like they were ghosts, staring straight at the figure surrounded by snow-white light.

"The Ninth Level of Spirituality!"

The middle-aged man in white murmured these words, with a gloomy tone.

He never thought that there was someone in this world who could go directly from the ninth level of gathering Qi to the ninth level of spiritual communication in just a few breaths.

Although it is the ninth level of Qi Gathering or the ninth level of spiritual communication, it is not worth mentioning for a powerful person who is holding Yuan like him.

But what he saw at this moment was completely beyond his imagination and completely subverted his cognition.

You know, even among the five holy places in Liuhua Continent, such a thing will never happen.

"So what about the Ninth Level of Spirituality, I..."

The middle-aged man in white took a deep breath and calmed down. Looking at Nie Huan who had stopped, he snorted coldly in his nose, but before he finished speaking, he swallowed the voice back because the tenth snow-white light burst out from Nie Huan's spiritual hiding place.

"The Tenth Spiritual Vein? How is it possible?"

The middle-aged man in white could no longer hold back the vibration in his heart, and the eleventh snow-white light followed one after another in his scream.

Then, there was the twelfth and the thirteenth…
Chapter completed!