Leng Xuan clenched his steel teeth and said solemnly, "It's still a little bit."

   "Then come again!" As the words fell, ten steel needles stabbed into his body again. The middle-aged man said coldly, "How is it now?" Leng Xuan raised his head slowly, squeezed out a smile and said, "Just right." As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his body. Immediately afterwards, the steel needles and daggers that pierced into his body were ejected, and the two middle-aged men standing in front of him were inevitably stabbed by the rebounded steel needles and daggers. All of a sudden, they all let out a miserable howl, and hurriedly backed away. Qian Ming, who was standing beside him, saw Leng Xuan break free from the shackles, his expression changed, and he immediately moved his body and rushed towards him. Leng Xuan turned his eyes and jumped up, holding the Xuanyang Sword over the top in his hand.

   For a while, a dazzling red light burst out from the sword body, soaring into the sky, and instantly condensed into a huge sword light. In addition to the sword glow, there is also a faint power of flame, which is threatening. Feeling the terrifying aura, Qian Ming's figure stopped suddenly, then turned back and ran in the opposite direction. Seeing this, Leng Xuan smiled coldly, then grabbed the Xuanyang sword and slammed it out. Suddenly, only hearing a loud 'bang', Qian Ming's body was instantly engulfed by that beam of sword light. After the light faded, Leng Xuan slowly descended from the sky. He looked around and frowned. He found that, except for a pool of blood left on the ground, Qian Ming had long since disappeared. At the moment, he turned his head to look at the two middle-aged men who were stabbed by steel needles, and walked over. Seeing him approaching, the expressions of the two middle-aged men suddenly changed, and they quickly turned around to escape.

   However, as soon as they moved, a faint blue light wave suddenly appeared in the air. Immediately afterwards, dozens of men filed out from the blue light wave, led by Qu Sheng and Yao Wang. Under their leadership, dozens of men quickly surrounded the two middle-aged men. Looking at Leng Xuan, who was covered in blood, Yao Wang and Qu Sheng hurriedly walked up to him and asked with concern, "Are you alright?" Leng Xuan smiled and said, "It's alright, just a little injury." When a middle-aged man tortured, he found that with the flow of blood, the venom was also excreted from the body. Therefore, he ignored his own pain and urged them to do it.

   With the help of the King of Medicine, Leng Xuan casually treated the wound and then came to the front of the two middle-aged men. Before he could speak, the two middle-aged men had already knelt in front of him, begging for mercy: "Leng... Hall Master Leng, it was our fault just now. Your lord has a lot of it, please let us go." Leng Xuan He said indifferently: "I knew this earlier, why bother in the first place. I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it." After a pause, he asked, "Who was that Qian Ming just now?"

Hearing his question, the two middle-aged men hesitated for a moment, then replied: "He is from Lingyun Palace." Leng Xuan said with a cold expression: "Lingyun Palace? So, you are also Lingyun Palace's disciples. Already?" The two middle-aged men quickly shook their heads and said, "No, we're not. After you entered Qinyuan that day, our brothers were too angry, so we contacted the people from Lingyun Palace. The world of self-cultivation knows the relationship between you and Lingyun Palace. Enmity, that's why we use Lingyun Palace to deal with you."