He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

Ling Yu thrust forward quickly, and the Rakshasa woman also came over, hugged Ling Yun and kissed him passionately, and the man's fingers also reached into her flower hole to soothe it.

The two women took turns and finally squeezed out his essence after more than 20 minutes.

The thick substance shot into their uterus and sprayed on their snow-white bodies. Lingyun put on his clothes and flew towards the direction of Luoshamen.

At this moment, the Rakshasa Sect was facing a formidable enemy. Those old guys in the Sun Realm went into battle at the same time, but they were all defeated by Wang Xiaolong.

"Get the Fire Cloud Evil God out!" He stepped on one of them's chest. "You killed my brother, and you're still hiding in there, afraid to come out?"

"Are you still so arrogant in my own territory?"

A sound came from the sky. Wang Xiaolong looked up and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

[Name: Wang Xiaolong]

【Age: 27】

[Favorability: -100]

[Realm: First Level of Sunshine]

[Special: Dragon Fist (Gold): A decisive and ruthless fighting style, with extremely strong two-handed skills. With some training, you can make a big leap forward.]

[Identity: Protagonist of "Zhenwu Continent"]

[Recent opportunities: None]

[Luck: 20000/20000]

He has decent luck and talent. If he is given a few years, he might be able to make a big leap forward.

Unfortunately, that's it.

Seeing Ling Yun walking in the air, Wang Xiaolong was extremely afraid, thinking that could it be that this old guy has reached the point of breaking the void?

"Take my attack and survive." Ling Yun slowly descended. "I'll let you leave safely, otherwise, you'll become nourishment here."

After the previous battle, the mud near Luosha Gate turned dark red, the air was filled with a pungent smell, and some people even heard wailing and crying in the middle of the night, which was extremely terrifying.

"Humph!"

Wang Xiaolong let go of the unlucky guy, rubbed his nose with his thumb, and did not make fists with his hands, but held them loosely in front of him.

Ling Yun stood there without moving, but Wang Xiaolong could not find any flaws.

Wang Xiaolong waited for a moment, becoming more and more anxious. Finally, he took the initiative and a golden dragon flew towards Lingyun.

He won't just hit me once. He's here for revenge, not to compete!

Ling Yun took a step forward, and the blue halo on his body gathered by itself, heading towards the golden dragon.

The golden dragon exploded, and Ling Yun walked out of the explosion range unharmed, without even his cloak getting dirty.

"Since you dare to come here, you must have some hidden tricks. Show me your true abilities!"

Wang Xiaolong let out a low roar, and the golden dragon of his martial spirit circled around his body. He waved his palm forward again, and countless palm shadows swept across Ling Yun's body, but still could not break through the defense.

Ling Yun was half a head taller than him and lowered his head slightly: "That's it? Why didn't you use the last move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

It was the last palm strike, “Kang Long You Hui”, that broke the Fire Cloud Evil God’s defense.

Wang Xiaolong took a step back. Because he was gritting his teeth so hard, one could see his mouth trembling slightly.

The power of the Fire Cloud Evil God was beyond his expectations. Even though he was much stronger than he was a few years ago and his realm had also broken through, he was still as powerless as ever when facing the devil.

In the past few years, he could only numb himself with alcohol and a career in the underworld. After getting drunk one time, he actually comprehended the most powerful palm, which was also the palm that his father Wang Jianglong had not comprehended back then!

However, he needed the stimulation of alcohol.

Now that Ling Yun has given him time, he will not waste this precious opportunity.

He pulled out a small square metal bottle from his inner pocket, unscrewed the cap and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, his cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes became more fierce.

He crushed the bottle into pulp, his eyes revealing deep hatred. With a loud shout, all the strength in his body was gathered in his palms.

"Kuang~Long~will~regret!"

The huge dragon head was more than ten meters high, just like a small mountain rushing towards you!

"Good, I like this trick very much!"

Ling Yun's lips pulled into a smile under his mask, and then a golden cloud pattern appeared between his eyebrows.

As for the "protagonist", he still opened his martial soul to show respect.

Just for a moment.

After he revealed his martial spirit, the golden dragon head seemed to shrink, quickly shrinking to less than one meter, and then all the blue light gathered in Ling Yun's palm.

Tiangang fighting method!

Even without a knife, Ling Yun can still use it with his bare hands, but the power is greatly reduced.

If Wang Xiaolong was at the same level as himself, Ling Yun would take out his weapons to deal with him, but unfortunately he was not worthy of it.

The fist wrapped in blue halo directly crushed the golden dragon and landed on his chest in the other party's disbelief eyes.

"Can you block this punch, which takes more than twenty years of practice?"

Blood flowed out of Wang Xiaolong's mouth. He looked down at his chest, which had been pierced by Ling Yun's arm.

His heart also exploded, but the powerful vitality of the Sun Realm warrior kept him alive for a while longer.

"You are a little better than your useless brother, but that's all."

Wang Xiaolong coughed up broken pieces of his internal organs, and the strength in his body was rapidly disappearing.

"If you weren't the target of the mission, I would have taken you in as my disciple and had you do odd jobs for me." He pulled out his arm, and Wang Xiaolong lost his balance and fell, his eyes gradually losing their luster. "Go with your father and brother."

Wang Xiaolong gradually closed his eyes, but before he lost consciousness, a tear slid across the corner of his eye.

It's not the fear of death, but the regret for one's own incompetence.

Impulsive, high?

Maybe both. How can you be the “protagonist” if you are not passionate?

[Due to the accidental death of the "protagonist" Wang Xiaolong, he lost his protagonist status.]

[Congratulations, brother, for depriving Wang Xiaolong of his "protagonist" status. Rewards are being distributed. Please wait...]

[Successfully depriving a "protagonist" of his identity will reward you with a realm upgrade to the sixth level of the Sun. The "protagonist" Wang Xiaolong's luck was at its peak before he lost his identity, so there are no additional rewards!]

Ling Yun ignored the fearful gazes of his disciples and turned away...

In a calligraphy room, Ling Yun was walking around with his hands behind his back, followed by the extremely vigilant Ji Hanyu.

"Have you seen the news about the Dragon Tiger Sect being wiped out?"

"You did it?" Ji Hanyu grabbed the brush and wanted to throw it at him several times, but he didn't dare to do it in the end.

"Forward it to your master. Also..." Ling Yun turned around and revealed a devilish smile, "Tell him that I'm at the Ling family. His eldest disciple, fifth disciple, and youngest disciple are all staying with me. They live very comfortably and sleep under the same quilt every day."

"You are shameless!"

Ji Hanyu was extremely angry, but he had no martial arts skills, so he would just get beaten if he went up.

"Tell him I'll wait for him for five days at most. If he doesn't come down the mountain, I'll take them on a world tour, and they won't be able to find us then."

Ling Yun took down a piece of calligraphy and patted him on the shoulder as he passed by him: "This calligraphy is really good. Someone will transfer the money to you. I'll take it."

"Who cares about your dirty money!"

When Ling Yun walked out of the door, Ji Hanyu was hesitating whether to tell his master when he suddenly found that three million had been transferred into his account.

Calligraphy masters charge a certain amount per square foot. After the market is determined, you can give your works away as gifts, but you cannot sell them at a low price, especially not allow them to be circulated on the market at will. There are associations and people who specialize in hype behind the scenes to manage them, and even Ji Hanyu is no exception.

According to his current status, the market price of that calligraphy is about three million, which means that Ling Yun has conducted a serious investigation and indeed recognizes his work.

"This devil..."

Ji Hanyu felt a little uncomfortable. He certainly had no sympathy for the murderer, but he felt strangely happy that his work was recognized by others.

"Never mind. I'm just a lousy writer. I can't handle so many things. Let the master do it."

He forwarded the news to his master and edited Ling Yun's original words and sent them over.

Chapter 225 The Price of Leaving the Mountain Early

The Dragon Tiger Gate massacre!

After seeing this report, Feng Lingying rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen it wrong.

Wang Xiaohu and Shi Heilong were killed just after they returned from his place?

Logically speaking, unless these two people provoked him, Huoyun Evil God should not go to Longhumen again. After all, he had already challenged all the righteous paths, and there was no reason for him to kill the two young men.

Looking at the ruins of Dragon Tiger Gate in the photo, and Wang Xiaohu's death certificate, Feng Lingying put down her phone and looked at the mountain scenery in the distance.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

When he opened it, he found that it was the news forwarded to him by his silly apprentice.

He was just about to say that he understood, but then he saw the next few sentences.

"Qingyue, Yuxue, and Huatong are all at the Ling family..."

If the Dragon Tiger Gate was destroyed and Feng Lingying's anger value rose to 30, it would have now exceeded 100 and reached a completely red temperature!

What are you doing in the Ling family?

What can I do in the Ling family!

He put his cell phone in his pocket and wanted to go down the mountain immediately, but he put it back as soon as he stepped out of the house.

[Host, please think carefully. The eight-year period is only ten days away. If you leave the mountain now, all the previous eight years of waiting will be wasted!]

"I know, I know..." Feng Lingying scratched her head, "But, but I can't just stand there and watch Qingyue and the others..."

[Based on big data calculations, the possibility of the host and the three female disciples being able to achieve a positive relationship is infinitely close to zero.]

"You don't have to be so blunt."

[I want to make it clear to the host that there are more women in the world than just these three. Moreover, this was caused by the host's mistake.]

"What do you mean?" Feng Lingying looked at the void in front of her, as if she was looking at someone.

[If the host hadn't acted so cowardly at the beginning, there would still be a glimmer of hope.]

"I was just bragging to You Sheng, but I didn't know she heard it!"

The system stopped talking, leaving Feng Lingying alone and disheveled in the wind.

Eight years have passed, do we still care about these five days?

But he couldn't just watch his three female disciples step into the abyss of evil!

If they really waited ten days to come down the mountain, I'm afraid the three women would have been played badly by Ling Yun!

Damn old thing, he is no match for me in martial arts, so he takes his anger out on my apprentice. What a shameless devil!

He smashed the pillar beside him with one punch, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

In the current martial arts world, apart from himself, there was probably no one else who could fight the Fire Cloud Evil God. He had originally hoped that the combined strength of Black Dragon and Little Tiger could contain the Fire Cloud Evil God, but now it seemed that the demon's power had increased and was no longer what it used to be.

"System Boss, are you going to watch my disciples being harmed one after another?"

The system was silent for a moment.

[I can help the host fight for his permission to go down the mountain in three days.]

"Okay!" Feng Lingying swung a punch, creating a sonic boom.

[The price is that you can only choose one of the seven arts to take down the mountain, and it is irreversible.]

"I only want cultivation, nothing else!"

[A contract was reached.]

Somehow, after the system said this, Feng Lingying instinctively felt a chill on her back, as if she had finally fallen into a trap.

If he could achieve the great perfection of the Sun Realm, what else would he need? He didn't like music, chess, calligraphy and painting anyway, they were all for women!

A real man creates everything with his hands!