Chapter 724

"My face is green?"

Ding Hanbin was stunned.

He originally thought he should have been turned green by anger, but when he performed the Mirror Water Technique, he realized it was really green!

And it was indescribably green, as if green herbs had been hammered into a paste and smeared on his face, even his lips were green and black.

"Senior Brother Ding Hanbin, you seem to be a bit poisoned." A Demon Hunting Team disciple couldn't help but say.

Ding Hanbin immediately glared at Ye Lin.

"You poisoned the flying sword?"

When Ding Hanbin said this, both his upper and lower lips were trembling.

Sword cultivators emphasize defeating the enemy uprightly with one sword.

A grain of dust can be turned into a sword to fill the deep abyss; a blade of grass can be turned into a sword to cut the sun, moon, and stars.

He never thought that there would be such a bastard in this world who would name a sword "I like you" and then poison the flying sword!

How could such a beast and scum emerge among sword cultivators?

"I'll..."

Before the word "mother" could be uttered, Ding Hanbin, who was deeply poisoned, rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

When the flying sword stabbed into his kidney, he was already poisoned; anger increased his heart rate, which accelerated the spread of the toxin in his blood.

The other Demon Hunting Team disciples also had more horror in their eyes when looking at Ye Lin.

Too terrifying!

Is this person really an Immortal Cloud Sect disciple like them?

Is this really not some evil cultivator reincarnated and disguised?

Seeing that Ding Hanbin, the strongest among them, was put down by Ye Lin, the remaining Demon Hunting Team disciples instantly turned into cowardly lizards.

"Hurry and notify Elder Fan Yecheng!"

The disciples were startled and wanted to escape on the spot.

But at this moment, Ye Lin took out a pile of flying swords from his storage ring.

"Press 1 to hear the story of my boyfriend being returned after being used as a zero."

"Opening a half-cheat to bump open your rectum and start a top-level lung-through."

"Riding a sexy old lady across the street on a rainy night and bumping into a cockroach wearing JK."

"Super-male depression at 3 AM, unable to hold back poop and being beaten by a caregiver."

"Shy black-silk pretty widow being offered a seat in turn by eighteen big men on the subway."

"Grandpa Niu cosplaying as a maid to seduce the neighbor's Zhuangzhuang's mom, and being poked by Zhuangzhuang's dad to burst his internal hemorrhoids."

Every time Ye Lin spoke, a flying sword would fly out directly.

His understanding of flying swords was very simple: as long as the sword's name was attractive enough, everyone would ignore the sword itself.

Sure enough, when he shouted these sword names loudly, those disciples who originally wanted to escape couldn't help but pause.

Although they knew they had to escape immediately at this time.

But hearing the story names shouted by Ye Lin, they still couldn't help but want to stop, as if there was a special magic.

"Ah!!!"

The next second, screams rose one after another, flying swords danced in the sky, and all those disciples were put down by the flying swords.

Flying swords danced wildly, and the swords were coated with highly toxic poison; those disciples would be poisoned as soon as their skin was scratched.

In just a few blinks of an eye, all the Demon Hunting Team members brought by Ding Hanbin were put down by Ye Lin.

Ye Lin stepped forward, dragged all these poisoned people back, and placed them in front of Sang Yankai.

"During these days, who tortured you? Identify them, and return it to them," Ye Lin said.

"Ah?"

Sang Yankai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it, as long as I can escape, you should hurry up and detoxify them. If this matter gets big, you won't be able to mix in the Immortal Cloud Sect."

"Don't worry, even if you kill them all, I can handle this matter," Ye Lin said in a deep voice.

"Sigh, no need, evil cultivators are already existence that everyone shouts to beat, not to mention I did kill people, forget it." Sang Yankai shrugged, looking indifferent.

Ye Lin didn't say anything more, just calmly asked eight words.

"Repay evil with kindness, how to repay kindness?"

Sang Yankai was silent for a while.

Then he didn't hesitate anymore, raised his hand, and his five fingers grabbed into the void!

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!

Several Demon Hunting Team disciples led by Ding Hanbin had blood holes burst out on their bodies.

Blood flowed out from the blood holes, heading straight for Sang Yankai, and was refined and absorbed by Sang Yankai.

But Sang Yankai didn't take the lives of Ding Hanbin and the others, but stopped after drawing one-third of the blood from their bodies.

This critical point could make them weak for a long time without dying on the spot.

"Okay, the grievances are settled!"

After absorbing and refining so much blood, a rosy color appeared on Sang Yankai's face.

"Not killing them?" Ye Lin asked.

"No, I don't want to cause you trouble." Sang Yankai shook his head.

"Then let's go."

Ye Lin didn't say anything more, but at this moment, above the sky, a sword suddenly slashed through the air!

Ye Lin's pupils shrank sharply; he could clearly feel the terror of this sword!

The clouds along the way were split apart, as if everything blocking this sword would be cut directly.

Ye Lin immediately took out the Heart Demon Ten Thousand Soul Banner and held it in his hand, then raised his hand.

"Forbidden Spell: Wall of Sighs!"

A black wall rose from the ground, blocking in front of him and Sang Yankai.

Clang!

The sword intent coming from the air slashed onto the Wall of Sighs, instantly leaving a terrifying sword mark, almost cutting the entire Wall of Sighs in half.

An old man with the appearance of an immortal stepped through the air; his hair and beard were all white, but there were no wrinkles on his skin, and he was full of spirit.

Clearly, that sword just now came from this old man.

After he appeared, he first checked Ding Hanbin's injuries, then shouted in a deep voice.

"Bold thief, how dare you mess around in my Immortal Cloud Sect? Are you bullying my Immortal Cloud Sect for having no one?"

The voice was like rolling thunder, cold as ice.

"The antidote, bring it!"

He reached out directly to Ye Lin, his tone overbearing, allowing no doubt.

If Ye Lin guessed correctly, this person should be the elder of Wu Feng, Fan Yecheng, and also Ding Hanbin's master.

He didn't say anything more and threw the antidote across the air.

Facing the existence of the Senior Realm, Ye Lin had always been easy to talk to.

After receiving the antidote, Fan Yecheng immediately detoxified Ding Hanbin. When he saw the dark green on Ding Hanbin's face fade, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the direct disciple he had spent his heart and blood to cultivate; Fan Yecheng was naturally extremely concerned.

And when he discovered that one-third of the blood in Ding Hanbin's body was missing, Fan Yecheng's expression changed wildly.

This level of injury might affect Ding Hanbin's future cultivation foundation.

"You two evil cultivator thieves are really bold!"

Killing intent appeared in Fan Yecheng's eyes as he looked at Ye Lin and Sang Yankai.

However, there was no fear on Ye Lin's face, because he noticed that several extremely powerful auras were watching here.

If he guessed correctly, those old men should have noticed this side.

Thinking of this, Ye Lin straightened his back and looked at Fan Yecheng with grief and indignation.

"Elder Fan! I am also an Immortal Cloud Sect disciple, how did I become an evil cultivator? It was clearly your disciple Ding Hanbin who, without distinguishing right from wrong, captured my friend into the Demon Hunting Team's prison. I was forced to make a move to save someone!"

"Enough nonsense, I only saw you harming fellow disciples and using highly toxic poison against fellow disciples. According to the Immortal Cloud Sect's sect rules, you are already guilty of heinous crimes!" Fan Yecheng scolded.

"Hahahaha!"

Ye Lin suddenly laughed wildly with grief and indignation, his laughter containing great grievances, and crystal tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a reason? I, a late-stage Five Elements Realm cultivator, was besieged by Senior Brother Ding Hanbin, a Cave Profound Realm cultivator, leading many Demon Hunting Team disciples. If I didn't use poison, I would have died under their swords long ago!"

"You, Fan Yecheng, are an elder, with more power and strength than me, but so what? Can you not be reasonable?"

Facing Ye Lin's questioning, Fan Yecheng sneered.

"Reason? I am the reason of the Immortal Cloud Sect!"

A mere outer disciple dares to reason with an elder? It's truly a joke.

Hearing this, Ye Lin clenched his fists tightly; his nails dug into his palms without him feeling it, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

"Okay, I can't fight you, I'm willing to accept punishment, but can I ask Elder Fan to let my friend go? He is truly innocent!"

A playful look appeared on Fan Yecheng's face.

"Oh? Is that so? Then you should cut off one of your arms first."

"Okay!"

Ye Lin took out a sharp sword and slashed at his own arm!

Just at this moment, from the nine main peaks of the Immortal Cloud Sect—Heart Peak, Soul Peak, Artifact Peak, Spirit Peak, Force Peak, Angry Peak, Wu Feng, Momentum Peak, and Pill Peak—almost simultaneously came terrifying roars like the sound of the Great Dao.

"Don't!"

"Stop!"

"Halt!"

But it was too late; Ye Lin's sword was too fast.

Swish!

The long sword swept across, and Ye Lin's left arm was cut off at the root!