Chapter 1108 If you don’t look for spiritual stones, why don’t you just practice cultivation?

Bang bang bang!

Those sounds were extremely clear, and under this slap, Yin Ling's eyes were filled with stars.

At this time, she was really confused.

In the past few years, she and Jian Yue have been drifting in the middle city.

Later, Jian Yue hooked up with Gu Jiuxuan, one of the top ten geniuses, and became one of his women. Under this situation, Yin Ling also used this relationship to show off her power, and even some geniuses in Zhongcheng could only swallow their anger in front of her.

But now, Ye Yan dares to slap her?

However, her spiritual power is not as good as the other's.

"The great venerable fifth-level tribulation transcender?"

Looking at Ye Yan, Jian Yue frowned, then took a step forward, and the power of the Seventh Level Tribulation-Transcending Grand Master burst out in his body. .??.

In the past two years, she had obtained a lot of pills from Gu Jiuxuan, which raised her level to this level.

How can people from all over the world compare with her?

Wow!

But just when Ye Yan was about to take action, Bei Chan stood in front of Ye Yan and said immediately: "Jian Yue, that's enough!"

"They are all from the North, why bother?"

"People from the North?" Yin Ling sneered, "Jian Yue has followed Gu Jiuxuan for a long time. He once said that Jian Yue's surname was once a common surname in Zhongcheng, and my surname is also the same. How can we be from the North? Jian Yue, please take action quickly and seek justice for me."

Snapped!

Before Yin Ling could finish his words, Ye Yan slapped him again.

"Forgetting your ancestors by counting the classics?"

"You also grew up in the North, right? Your Silver Snake Sect has been in the North for thousands of years, right? Have you completely forgotten it now?"

"Originally, if you were from the North, for the sake of being from the same place, I would just slap you with three or five big-eared melon seeds, but now you are not from the North, ha..." Ye Yan's voice was mixed With a hint of condensation, the palm of his hand flickered with light and he drew it away directly.

Snapped!

Bang bang!

After being slapped for more than a dozen times in a row, Yin Ling was stunned and his face was covered with blood.

Gudong!