Looking at Qiu Yimin, who was almost life-threatening in his arms, Ling Yunfan's face was unusually gloomy. It can be said that he was almost angry to the limit.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such a good fortune. It's incredible that you can let a woman die for you."

Just as Ling Yunfan was about to take him away to find a safe place to heal him, a strange voice came from the pit behind him.

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a lavender robe, long gray hair and full of earthy yellow skin all over him looking down at him. The disdain on his face was very obvious, as if he looked down on the person in front of him with confidence.

After sensing the breath of the other party, Ling Yunfan guessed that this person might have something to do with Ying Xuanyi. It is likely that he sent him to hunt down himself.

"Are you from the shadow pavilion?" he picked Qiu Yimin up and looked at each other coldly.

"Guess right, give you a gift." seeing Ling Yunfan recognized his identity at a glance, the middle-aged man nodded with awe inspiring righteousness and admitted. He immediately stretched out his hand to release a lot of power. After merging with the dark blue lightning, he turned into a huge thunder ball and attacked him.

Seeing this, Ling Yunfan looked cold and instantly entered the state of hell. He flew to the sky with Qiu Yimin in a coma in his arms to avoid the powerful attack of Yuefan.

"Bang!"

With the falling of the thunder ball, there was a terrible lightning explosion, which immediately made the already large and deep pit more serious. At first glance, it looked at least thousands of meters deep.

Immediately, Ling Yunfan, who escaped from it, released a spiritual barrier to wrap Qiu Yimin and put him on the ground. In addition, he injected half of his spiritual power into him to protect the other party's heart pulse, so as not to lose his life due to his heavy injury.

"Give half of your spiritual power to a comatose person who has no effect. It seems that she is very important to you. I didn't expect that the second miss of the Qiu family would be so important to a boy in the half step martial arts realm." looking at Ling Yunfan coming with Ying Jiao sword in front of him, the middle-aged man showed a surprised look and said.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you give me your name, I'll never let you go." Ling Yunfan didn't pay attention to his words, but his eyes were cold and pointed at each other with Ying Jiao's sword.

"Ha ha, I'm worthy of being a disciple of the Lord of the limitless Pavilion. I'm really brave. I just don't know how strong I am." in the face of Lingyun's provocative behavior, the middle-aged man's mouth tilted slightly, and then he said, "this is the second uncle named yingtianhua and yingxuanyi!"

"It's really a man of yingxuanyi who deceives people too much!!"

After hearing that he personally admitted that he was yingxuanyi's man, the anger hidden in Ling Yunfan's heart completely bloomed out. The flame that originally seemed like a flame became more vigorous, and the breath of his whole body continued to rise. Although he was still in the martial god level, his combat effectiveness had doubled because of his extreme anger.

Looking at Ling Yunfan in front of him, the middle-aged man who claimed to be Yingtian painting didn't care at all. Instead, he continued to add fuel and vinegar and said, "ha ha, I don't know how stupid Qiu Yimin is. She almost killed herself for such a waste."

"Have you said enough!!!"

"Puff... Puff..."

"Wow..."

When his words fell, Ling Yunfan's anger became more serious, and then the roar came out. The whole person turned into a fire and came to him almost in an instant. He came to the shadow sky painting with a lightning fast speed. Aimelim cut into his waist with a sword blade, and his left hand condensed the thunder and fire, and his broken fist hit his wrinkled face.

After being hit by Ling Yunfan's two unique moves, Ying Tianhua didn't actually suffer any injury, even though he was suffering from pain on his face. Moreover, Ying Jiao's sword, which should have been cut into his waist, didn't go deep into his flesh and blood, but was blocked by psychic power that didn't know when to appear, so that he couldn't advance or retreat.

"Damn... Wow..."

Seeing that Ying Jiao's sword couldn't launch an attack, Ling Yunfan resolutely chose to give up his hands and release his spiritual power again. He was preparing to gather cluster thunder and fire double swords to attack him in order to hurt his opponent in front of him. However, before the two magic swords were condensed, he was shocked and flew out by the powerful Qi suddenly sprayed by Ying Tianhua.

Although it was just an ordinary Qi attack transformed by spiritual power, it was performed in the hands of Yingtian painting, an expert of Yuefan level-1 realm. The power was comparable to the martial arts attack performed by the experts of Wushen level-9 realm. Therefore, Ling Yunfan who was shocked out was also seriously injured. After all, the spiritual power barrier was broken in an instant, Although he resisted a little, most of the attacks were on the body. It's good not to take his little life.

"Cough, cough..."

Ling Yunfan, lying on the ground from the sky, clutching his chest and coughing up blood, was obviously beaten to a fragile place on his body.

"Come on... Come on, his... Strength is too strong. You are not his opponent. Don't worry about me." maybe it's because of the influence of the strong Qi just now, Qiu Yimin, who is still in a coma, dragged her weak body and reluctantly opened a little crack in her eyes and said to him.

"It's impossible. If you hadn't helped me block the blow just now, I would have died. Although I Ling Yunfan is not a gentleman, I will never be ungrateful. You have a life-saving grace to me. No matter how strong the people in front of me are, I will definitely or take you out of this oasis."

Hearing the speech, Ling Yun, who had just stood up, shook his head and refused.

"Hehe..... Miss Qiu, why do you bother? Your eyes are really bad for such a waste, or are you a stupid woman?" at the same time, the shadow sky painting that shocked Ling Yunfan came here and said with a mocking face.

"Maybe in your eyes, he is a waste, but in my eyes, he is not..." in this regard, Qiu Yimin, who had just refuted, was unconscious again before he finished his words.

As like as two peas on the ground, Ling Yunfan, who was watching the scene clearly, saw that the man's eyes were just like those of LingHong when he died.