Even in his twilight years, he swept through the chaotic army of ten thousand warriors!

"Old man, nobody's leaving here today!"

Another angry shout came from behind. Ji Yan turned around and saw a plum blossom spear shooting straight towards his back.

Ji Yan didn't say much, and in the blink of an eye, he had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow.

Whoosh!

The heavy arrow emitted a low whistle, though it was fired later, it arrived first.

The plum blossom spear let out a mournful cry and snapped in half, while the heavy arrow continued its trajectory...

Duh! !

A series of vibrating buzzing sounds rang out, and everyone turned around to see it.

A bearded man had been pierced through the shoulder by a heavy arrow, and his body was thrown several meters away by the force of the impact, pinning him firmly to a pillar.

"Too bad you aimed at my shoulder. If it were my throat..."

Ji Yan raised his head leisurely, revealing a kind smile, his tone indifferent.

"It actually saves trouble."

Although he was talking about himself, the man's eyes were filled with terror...

Let's not even talk about how he already had the upper hand in the sneak attack!

In such a short time, with such a small target, a broken gun, a lock-on, a stab to the shoulder...

Exactly accurate!

If someone like that wanted to shoot him in the throat...

Ji Yan glanced at the guards who rushed into the Wang residence to report the news, then swept his gaze over the stunned crowd. His eyes inadvertently fell on the two people arm wrestling on the side, and his smile deepened.

"He keeps calling me an old man..."

He smiled and slowly stepped forward, gripping the heavy solid wood gate with one hand. With a slight heave, he managed to pull the door off by the roots and lay it across the doorframe.

"I will not deceive you..."

"Aren't you blacksmiths all about brute strength?"

"Today someone has defeated me in an arm wrestling match. I will kneel here until nightfall, bearing the name of the Six Banners."

"how?"

Arm wrestling is not the goal.

Ji Yan clearly understood that the reason for the blockade of the Six Banners was simply to make him realize the disparity in resources, thereby forcing him to switch sides and join their ranks.

There's only a high wall separating them, so the commotion here will probably reach Wang Long's ears soon.

At that time, there will probably be another round of earnest advice for Ji Yan's sake.

And what they want is simple...

Breathing techniques.

In fact, Ji Yan never intended to hide his strength from the beginning. When he was already weak, the best way was to convert everything into strength.

He even wanted to pass it on to Dongzi and Li Yan immediately, but he delayed it for a few days because his blood and qi were insufficient.

But to his surprise, the three flag officers were even more impatient than he was...

That's fine, the more urgent it is, the more he'll open his mouth like a lion.

boom!

Ji Yan's elbow slammed against the door with a dull thud. He looked up and scanned everyone in the military supply store.

"I am Ji Yan, eighty-six years old this year. Four days ago, I cultivated my first wisp of qi and blood and entered the Six Banners..."

"Gentlemen, you don't even dare to do this?"

His voice was hoarse, but with the arrow that had just been fired, it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

It wasn't that no one accepted the challenge, but rather that everyone present initially felt...

You misheard.

An old man whose head was buried in yellow earth was shouting and challenging the people from their military supply shop to an arm wrestling match.

Judging from Ji Yan's arrow just now, they probably had more hesitation than others...

But arm wrestling is different from other sports; it's a contest of absolute strength.

"I'll do it!"

Immediately, someone stepped forward, threw down their weapon, and prepared to charge.

Just then, a deep, resonant clang, like the sound of a hammer striking metal, rang out.

Clang!

Everyone turned around and saw the burly man who had been focused solely on forging iron throw down his heavy hammer.

"I'll do it."

The dull sound was like the low mooing of an old ox. The burly man was at least two meters tall, and his towering figure swayed as he walked.

"Brother Chung, we don't need you anywhere..."

The man had barely uttered a sound when a glare from him made him reluctantly withdraw his hand.

The burly man surnamed Zhong had wide, round eyes like copper bells, and his imposing presence was intimidating.

He stepped forward, his large, fan-like hand grasping Ji Yan's, and a muffled sound rose again.

"Zhongshan, thirty-five."

"One match decides the winner. If you lose, find a place to kneel outside and don't make a fuss or disturb my blacksmithing..."

Ji Yan smiled and looked up to meet that gaze.

"Can you represent Erqi?"

Zhong Shan did not answer, but only grunted.

But what followed was a chorus of voices from the entire military workshop, and the answer became obvious.

Ma Wu hurriedly stepped forward and spoke in a low voice.

"You know what a striker is, right?"

"Military soldiers under the age of thirty will compete in a martial arts contest; the winner will be promoted to the prefectural city..."

"Zhongshan was second every year before he turned thirty, and now I reckon he's probably already passed the final hurdle!"

He had witnessed Ji Yan kill the savage bird with his hammer; the strength was indeed terrifying...

But for martial artists, every improvement in their Qi and blood is a leap forward. Wouldn't a single skin barrier be the end of them?

As Ji Yan spoke, his gaze kept drifting in that direction, but he never expected to face the worst possible outcome.

Ji Yan simply nodded knowingly, then looked at Zhong Shan with a smile.

"You lost?"

Zhong Shan clearly hadn't expected to be asked this question after Ma Wu finished speaking.

After a moment's thought, that deep, ox-like voice rang out once more.

"You won, I'll take your knife."

"Not enough, spirit weapons." Ji Yan demanded exorbitantly.

Looking at the withered and thin arm, Zhong Shan, who usually didn't even pick such fine pieces of firewood, hesitated for a moment but still nodded.

"……OK!"

With the bet settled, Zhong Shan's eyes narrowed, and he said no more nonsense.

"Come!"

He did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest. The moment he finished speaking, a powerful force surged out from his arm, and his muscles and bones resonated.

A thousand pounds of force, poured into a single wrist!

With such a fierce appearance, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

They were terrified that they would be the ones on the field, and be casually broken off as firewood.

Logically speaking, the only response in the next second should be the sound of bones cracking.

But it wasn't what people expected...

The heavy wooden door creaked under the immense pressure, and sawdust fell everywhere.

But Ji Yan remained as steady as a rock, his back completely still.

"If you keep testing me, young friend, you'll owe me a spiritual weapon!"

Ji Yan raised his eyes slightly, still having the energy to joke.

The moment he finished speaking, Zhong Shan realized that he was no ordinary person.

Roar!

A roar erupted from his chest, and his powerful blood and qi burst forth like a mountain torrent, instantly revealing Pi Guan's strength.

A faint, blood-red light flickered in Ji Yan's usually calm eyes.

Beneath the withered flesh, an overwhelming and irresistible power quietly awakens.

With the blessing of "Old but Still Vigorous" fourfold, all energy was concentrated in the right arm.

The loose skin and bones emitted a faint metallic hum, and a layer of pale, blood-red glow quietly permeated the withered veins...

Temper your bones, solidify your tendons, and gather your strength!

His wrist sank slightly, yet it carried immense power!

Zhong Shan shuddered, and the bones in his arms cracked under the strain.

Before he could react, the force crushed him instantly like a landslide or a tsunami...

Bang!

A dull, loud bang echoed throughout the military workshop!

Zhong Shan's towering body trembled violently as his right arm was snapped in two.

Zhong Shan stared silently at his drooping arm, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

Thank you.

Ji Yanxin stood up. "Keep it, I'll use it to make knives."