Chapter 1733 Young Master Demonic Dragon

Long Ting's words were extremely arrogant, full of contempt for Ye Chunyang, as if Ye Chunyang was just an insignificant grain of sand in his eyes.

Those who are familiar with him know that there is a powerful force behind him, and he, Long Ting, is also famous among the younger generation of the demon clan, and countless people are in awe of him.

But when the words of the black-clothed young man came out, everyone was stunned.

His words were so calm, but shocking.

"Who is this person? How dare he ask Young Master Long Ting to get out? Doesn't he know that Young Master Long Ting is the young master of the demon dragon clan?"

"The demon dragon clan is said to have some origins with the ancient true spirit Qinglong, and has a high status in the demon clan. This time the demon dragon clan sent him to celebrate the birthday, and the ancestor Jin Peng treated them with courtesy."

"This person dared to speak to Young Master Long Ting like this, I'm afraid his end will be bad."

There was a whisper around.

Behind Young Master Long Ting stood the demon dragon clan related to the ancient true spirit Qinglong clan. He himself was a master of the Jindan realm. People who knew his identity would only treat him with respect, and no one dared to speak to him like that.

Some people immediately felt pity for Ye Chunyang, and some people gloated over his misfortune. This was the fairy mountain and blessed land of the Jinpeng ancestor. It was naturally impossible to kill Ye Chunyang, but if nothing unexpected happened, he would not be able to leave here standing.

"Hehe..."

A faint laugh sounded.

Long Ting's mouth was slightly raised, and no anger could be seen on his face, but the smile made people feel inexplicably cold.

"I'll give you a chance now, think about what you said just now, if you take the initiative to kneel down and apologize to me, I may be able to pretend that nothing happened." Long Ting chuckled and said.

He was still so gentle and calm, making people feel like spring breeze, but everyone around him felt cold.

However, when they heard the words of the black-clothed young man, their hearts seemed to have stirred up thousands of huge waves and became uncalm.

"Do you think you are superior?" Ye Chunyang put down the teacup and said, "I will give you a chance. If you get out now, I can consider not destroying you."

After saying this, everyone looked at Ye Chunyang with incredible eyes as if they were looking at a monster.

"This guy is very arrogant..."

"He actually doesn't take Young Master Longting seriously at all. I'm afraid there will be a good show to watch now."

"This person's cultivation is probably only at the level of Hualing Realm? Young Master Longting is a master of Jindan Realm. How dare he contradict him like this? Is his brain broken?"

"..."

There was an uproar around.

No one thought that Ye Chunyang had such pride in his calmness.

But in the eyes of many people, he was courting death.

Even the older generation of people who were also masters of Jindan Realm did not dare to threaten to destroy Young Master Longting. How could he, an unknown boy, have the courage to be so arrogant?

Lin Yu's body trembled slightly. Although she knew that there were many big figures behind Ye Chunyang, that was in Zhongzhou, and this was the Demon Realm, the world of the demon clan.

Here, they are isolated and helpless, but Long Ting has a high level of cultivation. She can't help but worry about Ye Chunyang.

"We still need Elder Ye's help to find Ruoruo. He must not get into trouble here. Since Long Ting is coming for us, we can just let him do what he wants!"

Lin Yu sighed in her heart. She placed her hopes on Ye Chunyang and didn't want to see him in danger. In order to protect him, what's wrong with making some sacrifices?

Just when Lin Yu was feeling uneasy, Ye Yao grabbed her arm, smiled brightly, and cast a reassuring look at her.

Lin Yu was shocked. She saw confidence in Ye Yao's eyes, as if she had great confidence in Ye Chunyang. She was also infected for a while, and the thoughts in her heart were unconsciously suppressed.

At this time, Long Ting's smile was completely gone.

There was a chill in his eyes. It was obviously the warm season in March, but it made people feel as cold as winter.

The sound of "Shua shua" echoed around him, and several servants with a fierce aura stood behind him. All of them had reached the perfection of the spiritual transformation realm, and their aura was overwhelming.

"Boy, you dare to talk to Master Long Ting like this, wait for us to beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, I wonder if you still have such arrogance?"

"Hehe, he probably wants to be a hero in front of his female companion, but unfortunately he has no strength, and it will only be embarrassing to swell his face and pretend to be fat."

"It is his honor that our master likes his female companion. If you dare to resist, you will only die."

The eyes of several servants were full of ridicule.

Without Long Ting's order, one of them suddenly pounced out, as powerful as a tiger, and let out bursts of wild roars, and the air was full of explosions.

In an instant, a claw-like palm appeared above Ye Chunyang's head, with great force and strength. The onlookers had no doubt that if this record fell, Ye Chunyang's head would definitely become a falling watermelon.

But at this time, an amazing scene appeared.

Before the servant's claws arrived, an invisible wave spread out and enveloped the servant. The latter suddenly stopped there, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his eyes showed great horror.

"Puff".

The servant suddenly vomited blood, fell to the ground, and twitched continuously. Although he was not dead, he seemed to have wiped out his soul, and his eyes were lifeless.

"Da."

Ye Chunyang put down the teacup, and a strong spiritual pressure burst out from under the teacup. Suddenly, there were continuous "plop" and "plop" sounds. Everyone only felt a buzzing sound in their heads. The remaining servants had not yet had time to make a move, and they were all knocked down by the powerful spiritual pressure, unable to lift their heads.

Everyone's face changed wildly.

No one saw Ye Chunyang's move, but only a spiritual pressure subdued the besiegers. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

Long Ting's pupils also shrank. Although these servants had ordinary cultivation, they were not ordinary people who could subdue them. Now they were defeated without even a chance to make a move, which showed that Ye Chunyang was not simple.

"I underestimated you." Long Ting laughed in anger.

Ye Chunyang's move did surprise him, but it was not enough to make him feel afraid. He was a Jindan cultivator. With his cultivation, he could look down on most of the people attending the birthday banquet.

"So you have some confidence. That's great. Otherwise, I'll find it boring. I hope you won't kneel down and beg for mercy later." Long Ting said with contempt.

No matter how unexpected the young man in front of him was, he was not qualified to be looked at.

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Ting suddenly took a cold breath and took a step forward.

In his hand, a feather fan appeared, with a burst of auspicious clouds lingering in it, as if it was made of some kind of divine bird feathers. As soon as it was sacrificed, a sharp cry of a spiritual bird was heard, which was breathtaking.

"To deal with you, there is no need to use magic weapons, but I want to see you being blown out of here miserably." Long Ting sneered lightly and turned his palm.

"Woo woo" sounded wildly.

The feather fan was full of spiritual energy, and the treasure light was overflowing. The whole pavilion was filled with violent wind attribute breath, as if it was going to crush the surroundings.

"What an amazing secret treasure!"

Everyone retreated.

Judging from the spiritual pressure emanating from the feather fan, it is probably an upper-level innate spiritual treasure. Such a powerful secret treasure, when activated by a master like Long Ting, has the power to shake the world.

"Hmph."

Ye Chunyang snorted lightly, raised his palm and slapped it forward.

The wind around him suddenly stopped.

It seemed that everything was quiet. The shock that everyone showed because of Long Ting's feather fan suddenly solidified on their faces. The young man used only one hand to dissolve the power of the feather fan.

"What?"

Mr. Long Ting felt unbelievable.

He had just sacrificed the feather fan and had not had time to activate it, but it was suppressed by Ye Chunyang at this time.

Before Mr. Long Ting could react, there was a sudden thunder roar around him.

Silver lightsabers swam out from Ye Chunyang's sleeves, suspended in the air, releasing amazing thunder.

"The power of heavenly thunder!"

"This is a flying sword made of natural thunder wood!"

Mr. Long Ting looked at the dozens of suspended flying swords with surprise in his eyes, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Ye Chunyang was a little surprised that Mr. Long Ting could recognize the material of his flying sword, but he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and the swords stabbed down towards Mr. Long Ting's feather fan.

"Puff puff puff..."

A sound like rain hitting banana leaves was heard, and Mr. Long Ting immediately used the feather fan to resist the sword formation, but felt a tidal wave, and the feather fan was instantly pierced by the swords.

At the same time, Ye Chunyang's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stretched out his palm and gently grasped it.

Mr. Long Ting suddenly felt that his body was out of control, and Ye Chunyang grabbed his shoulder with one hand.

"Crack".

There was a sharp sound of bone breaking in Mr. Long Ting's body, cold sweat dripped down, and he couldn't help but howl.

Ye Chunyang raised his hand and the eighty-one flying swords gathered into one, slashing across the limbs of Young Master Long Ting, and a burst of blood mist spurted out.

"Ah!"

Young Master Long Ting's face turned pale, and he turned back and stared at Ye Chunyang with resentment, saying: "You actually cut my tendons!"

The surrounding demon cultivators heard this shrill scream, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble, as if the winter wind was chilling to the bone.

Everyone was full of questions.

Wasn't Long Ting a master of the Golden Core Realm? Why did he lose?

Almost no one could see how Ye Chunyang made his move. They only vaguely released a sword formation, and then Young Master Long Ting's feather fan was defeated, his hands and feet were cut off, and he became a cripple.

Of course, with the strength of the demon dragon clan, it is not difficult to help Long Ting recover, but in this way, this proud young master of the demon dragon clan suffered a heavy blow, and it would be difficult for him to improve his cultivation.

"This man's method is so cruel, this move is no different from destroying Long Ting."

Many people felt a chill in their backs.

"How dare you?" Long Ting looked horrified.

He couldn't believe that his Jindan realm cultivation was not a match for Ye Chunyang.

"I told you to get out of here." Ye Chunyang said coldly.

Two women, one was his adopted daughter, and the other was his fellow disciple. How could Ye Chunyang tolerate Long Ting flirting with them in front of him?

If it weren't for the fact that this was the cave of the Golden Peng demon, Long Ting would have been dead long ago.