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A stubborn old man would rather die than submit.

Respectful, not only did the old man know how to play for everyone to hear when he was in a good mood, but he also occasionally spoke some words of truth that would cause others to ponder deeply.

The two were extremely familiar with each other, so the superior immediately separated them.

Moreover, the old man's comprehension of realms and his sublimated soul might not feel any pressure towards ordinary people, but towards these experts of Half-spirit Level and above, they would always feel a faintly discernible sense of oppression.

Although they knew that the old man had no battle prowess, who could be so clear about that cultivation realm? In this kind of situation, who would go against the old man? None of them were stupid, and on the contrary, anyone who could reach the strength of their Half-spirit Level was no fool.

Of course, Ao Erse that was considered an exception when compared to the others. The origin of their strength was transformation, not something that could be developed step by step.

The mutated were a group of gamblers. If they wanted to raise their strength, it was actually because of gambling. If they won the gamble, their strength would be greatly increased. If they lost, they would die.

This change … Their ability to improve their strength was destined to be inferior to others of the same level. Of course, there were always exceptions.

Everyone was listening to the elder's wise words, and did not notice, that Ao Erse who had lost an arm and a wing, had already stood up, and looked at Mei Ying's back with a vicious gaze, with a flash of fierceness in his eyes, Ao Erse slowly walked towards Mei Ying.

Although Ao Erse was just walking, he was close to Mei Ying in no time.

With his sharp senses, Mei Ying immediately turned around and slashed his sword over, but he had prepared himself for such an attack. Although Ao Erse was injured, he could still easily dodge Mei Ying's attack, and not only that, he screamed out, and his entire body spun in mid air as the sharp, golden wings shot out towards Mei Ying.

Looking at Ao Erse who had turned into a giant golden ball, and at the sharp tip of the golden ball, Mei Ying did not dodge at all. His eyes flashed with killing intent, as he was obviously prepared to kill Ao Erse.

According to Mei Ying's personality, there should not be any survivors under his sword. Previously, when he made an exception to let Ao Erse go, it was not because he was soft, but because Mei Ying respected the elderly in his heart and did not want to kill him in front of the elderly.

But at that moment, Ao Erse had clearly caused him to lose his patience, and he did not plan on letting his go.

However, there was one person who was faster than Mei Ying and had even greater killing intent than him, and that was Marquis Mal.

Earlier, he had already secretly warned Ao Erse to hold back, but Ao Erse had obviously not given him face.

But now, even after losing the battle, Ao Erse actually shamelessly used his trump card.

Among experts, what was the most important?

Strength? This was indeed important, but what could strength be exchanged for? What face!

Mal had reached the Lower Spirit Level, and was a real Spirit Level expert. People like them all cared a lot about face, and Mal had gone against him twice, so even if the other party had a large group backing them up, their Mal's face could not be sullied.

Boom!

The wind blew strongly, and the golden ball Ao Erse was immediately flung backwards. Mal's strength was many times stronger than his Half-spirit Level, and once again, he attacked in anger, not holding back at all.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking could be heard. Ao Erse fell onto the ground, his other wing completely twisted, his chest so sunken that it could fit a soccer ball.

Ao Erse spat out a mouthful of blood, and the eyes he looked at Ma Er with were filled with panic and coldness.

"Oh my god! This vampire had such a strong power! And that speed, gurgle gurgle! It was even faster than Mei Ying's. Look at the golden-haired Avian, it doesn't breathe in and exhale too much, but its blood is much better. It has vomited for such a long time and it still hasn't died. " Zhang Faner's expression was excited as he shouted, Ao Erse had provoked Mei Ying, who among them did not hate Ao Erse?

Yan Yun was also deeply shocked by Ma Er's abilities. The terrifying speed, terrifying strength and even an indescribable energy could imperceptibly restrict the opponent's movements and force them into a stalemate.

Thinking about how he was preparing to fight him earlier, Yan Yun felt a little scared. If they really started to fight, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to last till the end.

Firstly, vampires were known for their speed and strength. Secondly, don't look at Mal's middle-aged appearance, in reality, he was much younger than everyone present.

He reckoned he was at least a few hundred years old, so it wasn't surprising that vampires had long lifespans.

He had trained for a few hundred years, and also had the talent of a vampire to reach Lower Spirit Level. If he was given a few hundred years, it would be enough for him to cultivate to the legendary "Heaven Stage" N times. Yan Yun thought with a hint of jealousy.

"Marr..." Marquis, don't, don't kill me, I, I promise … I won't cause him any more trouble in the future. " Ao Erse was not an idiot. Ma Er was furious, he could only casually attack and he would not have any combat power. If he continued to be arrogant and ignorant, then he would be an idiot.

Facing death, Ao Erse could not stay arrogant, and could only beg for forgiveness.

It had to be said that a mutated human's life force was tenacious. They constantly vomited blood, yet they still had the strength to plead for mercy.

Ma Er did not say anything, but walked towards Ao Erse step by step. It was clear that he did not intend to let the other party go, as it would be fine if there were no conflicts between them.

"Only now would he beg for mercy. Even the Lord would not forgive him, let alone Marquis Marr. Does this Ao Erse really think that Marquis Marle is a good person?"

"Uncle KesALI, your Mandarin is quite good!" He still had a clear memory of his opponent. Previously, it was precisely his opponent who had casually attacked him, causing his hidden weapon to suddenly change direction and become a threat to him.

"Haha!" "Young man, I've been in China for 10 years. This is a magical country, if I want to grow, I have to come here and experience it." Kaiser laughed heartily.

Crack!

While the two of them were conversing, Ma Er had already stepped on Ao Erse's neck. With just a little force, Ao Erse's neck bones were stomped into pieces.

"Master, I'm very sorry for doing such an indecent action in front of you." Mal walked up to the old man and apologized in the standard gentleman's manner.

The old man laughed and shook his head. He was an unusual old man, he was not pedantic at all. Or karma. "

Yan Yun curled his lips. He realized that compared to the old man's cultivation, the difference between the strong and the weak was huge; similarly, he was killing people. However, from the old man's mouth, there was a great reasoning behind it, as if Ao Erse had reached his limits.

Yan Yun didn't think that he could learn this kind of talkative skills yet …

Next, the crowd led the old man into a room. The old man sat in front of the piano, and the group stood to the side in silence.

Ding!

The old man started playing the zither, completely releasing his zither skills. He no longer suppressed them, instead filling the room with a strong spiritual feeling. The autumn chrysanthemums blooming on the windowsill swayed gently.

The six masters revealed surprised expressions. The zither music this time was clearly more spiritual than the ones at the concert, and the charm was even stronger.

"All of you, quickly listen carefully and relax." Marl reminded the other five as he began to look devout.

The five of them nodded at the same time. They slowly relaxed their minds and gradually immersed themselves in the music.

Yan Yun also did not say much. He had already heard it countless of times, and had experience in this area. When the old man first started playing, he told Mei Ying and Zhang Faner about his experience.

Mei Ying and Zhang Faner followed Yan Yun's instructions and listened attentively to the old man's zither music.

Other than the rhythm of the music, which was filled with spirituality, there was only silence in the room. No one wanted to miss such a great opportunity, but not everyone could obtain a great harvest.

The old man had once said that Yan Yun had the ability to comprehend, and Yan Yun was indeed like that.

Yan Yun laughed bitterly. Every time he was at this point, he would subconsciously forget about everything else. His obsession caused him to instinctively resist the state of mind of forgetting about everything else.

The thing was, the old man would often play for Yan Yun. He had a lot of experience in playing, and now, he could once again step into the realm of "forgetting everything else" at any time.

At that moment, Yan Yun did not immediately sink back into his "forgetfulness" state, but quietly observed everyone.

Zhang Faner was the first to react. He tilted his head and looked at Yan Yun, and said in a low voice: "Boss, is there something?"

Yan Yun rolled his eyes. Listen carefully, don't look around. "

"Boss!" This zither music is really nice to listen to. " Zhang Faner said excitedly.

"Gone?"

"Gone!" Zhang Faner said, confused.

Yan Yun finally understood, letting Zhang Faner listen to the zither music was simply playing a lute to a cow. It seemed like it would be difficult for Zhang Faner to comprehend.

"Fan Er, calm down and listen. The zither music has intelligence, stop looking around." Yan Yun said, the more he listened, the better.

"Alright!" Zhang Faner nodded, but looking at the situation, it was difficult to comprehend anything.

After Yan Yun finished speaking, he started to pay attention to Mei Ying, and this time, he immediately felt joy in his heart. Mei Ying's cold eyes, seemed to be melted away by an ice mountain, and a blank look replaced it.

This was the sign that he had fallen into the state of "forgetting everything". This meant that Mei Ying had already comprehended something.

Yan Yun suddenly remembered that when Mei Ying had cut off one of his arms and one of his wings, the trajectory of the sword carried a certain charm.

Mei Ying was very wise, this was what the old man said, it was not strange that he could enter the state of "forgetting everything".

Then, Yan Yun looked towards the six experts at Ma Er's side. This time, he snickered.

Although these six people were all experts and their senses were different from an ordinary person's, they had to have a certain level of comprehension in order to enter the "forgetfulness of everything" mental state.

Although the six of them appeared to be pious believers, they had obviously done it on purpose. This was due to their respect for the elderly, but not a single one of them had a lost look in their eyes.

Obviously, none of these six had the ability to comprehend.