One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

Beside the stream.

Before Wu Kui could finish speaking, Fu Rong sprang up from the ground with a "whoosh" and transformed into a blur, darting towards the center of the village!

"Sister Rong! Oh, slow down!"

Wu Kui once again pursued relentlessly.

Seeing Fu Rong's extremely anxious expression, she curled her lips into a smile and chuckled:

"Hehe... I knew it, Sister Rong, even though you say you don't care... you're still quite concerned about that Master Zhou~"

Wu Kui squinted, and a blazing light called "Bagua" shot from his narrow eyes!

"You know nothing!"

Fu Rong didn't look back, running wildly while angrily complaining:

"What kind of bullshit master... Jing... ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

Zhou Yan is probably an outsider who has spent a long time in Longhu Mountain, seen a lot, and barely managed to "obtain Qi" by his own exploration!

Six months ago, he single-handedly took on four thugs and still got some bruises! That Ding Zihuan guy doesn't know the situation... He really thinks he's some kind of master. If he went all out, I'm afraid I'd kill him!

"not good!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Kui turned pale with fright and swung his short legs even faster.

"Not only Zihuan, but Brother Jinyong also wanted to beat him up... I heard it all!"

Fu Rong covered her head:

"Maru-la!!!"

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On the other side, in the center of the battlefield.

The young, white-haired Chou Rang had somehow arrived beside Ma Xianhong, and the two stood side by side.

Ma Xianhong watched the standoff in the arena with great interest, then turned his head and asked:

"Don't you want to go and meet him? To be honest, he's acting so arrogantly... I'm almost tempted to punch him."

Qiu Rang shook his head, his gaze calm:

"He is your guest, Master. I will not lay a hand on him unless you give the order personally."

"Haha, that's fine too!"

Ma Xianhong chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "Then let's see together... just how capable my brother, whom I've never met before, really is!"

The two people here watched the show with their arms around each other's shoulders.

On the other side, all Zhou Yan could hear was the whistling wind!

Jin Yong's burly body shot out like a cannonball, his right fist gathering Qi, emitting a muffled whooshing sound, aiming straight for Zhou Yan's head!

The force of the punch caused Zhou Yan's hair to fly wildly.

He himself was facing Ma Xianhong's direction, leaving Jin Yong with only his back to him...

"With reaction time like that, you dare to be so arrogant?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Jin Yong's eyes, and he subtly reduced the force of his punch by three-tenths.

"After all, he's the cult leader's guest... don't actually kill him!"

clang--!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening!

Jin Yong felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, and his entire right arm trembled violently!

His fist felt like it had struck a piece of refined steel, making his joints ache!

It's a protective golden light!

Zhou Yan then slowly turned around to face him.

A lazy smile even lingered on his face...

Before Jin Yong could recover from the excruciating pain, Zhou Yan's right index finger had already reached his chest.

*Smack!*

The other party seemed to have only flicked their finger lightly.

An unparalleled force emanated from the severed finger.

Jin Yong was struck head-on by a battering ram and was forced to retreat backward involuntarily!

His feet plowed two deep furrows, each nearly three meters long, into the solid ground before he could finally steady himself!

"That was close!"

Jin Yong stared at his chest in surprise and disbelief, where a layer of pale blue light was slowly dissipating.

Just now, if it weren't for the protective magic artifact on my body activating on its own and dissipating most of the force...

That one shot alone must have caused me internal injuries!

Cold sweat instantly trickled down his forehead.

"As expected of a disciple personally taught by the Celestial Master!"

"Don't be fooled by his age... that golden aura... he must have at least thirty years of cultivation!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Before Jin Yong could finish speaking, another whooshing sound rang out!

Two pale purple wisps of energy, each the size of a walnut, spun like bullets and hurtled toward Zhou Yan's forehead!

boom!boom!

The Qi bullet exploded on the Golden Light Mantra, creating two small ripples that then dissipated into nothingness.

"Not enough..." Zhou Yan remained arrogant.

Before he finished speaking, the third Qi bullet arrived silently, hitting the same spot as the previous two Qi bullets with perfect accuracy!

Click!

"Ah...it's powerful..."

His expression changed slightly!

A thin crack appeared on his Golden Light Mantra, which should have been as solid as a rock!

At the same time, a figure appeared silently beside Zhou Yan like a ghost...

It was Ding Zihuan, the blond guy with the side-parted hair!

He spread his five fingers and gently grasped the crack.

Om-!

A bizarre scene unfolded!

The spherical golden light that originally enveloped Zhou Yan completely was like a piece of jelly that he had forcibly "scooped out"!

The doorway in front of Zhou Yan opened, revealing an irregular gap!

"Chance!!!"

"Brothers, let's get him!"

The crowd, who had been waiting for this moment, burst into excitement and rushed forward!

"Drink!"

"Square Warrior" Haricha shouted, and kicked out with great force the gap that Ding Zihuan had created!

boom!

Zhou Yan was hit solidly by this kick, and his whole body flew high into the air!

It spun awkwardly two and a half times in the air before finally landing with a stagger.

A hint of panic finally appeared on his face, but inwardly he was sneering...

That's it.

About 30% of my strength is more than enough to deal with this group of brutes!

Zhou Yan moved swiftly, struggling to escape the combined attacks of several cultivators at the upper level...

"We can't be too ruthless; we have to keep them feeling like they're just a little bit short..."

boom!

He raised his arm and blocked a missile fired from a distance.

Zhou Yan pretended to cover his arm, his gaze sweeping over the enemy in front of him.

"Flick of the Finger" Zhong Xiaolong, "Heavenly Gang Splitting Palm" Jin Yong, "Ghost Shadow Walk" Ding Zihuan, "My Might is Great" Haricha Gai...

"Just these four main players?"

"Watch me trick them with this sweet talk..."

He was panting heavily, looked at the crowd, and raised his hands in a panic:

"Um... is it too late to admit defeat now?"

"Hahaha—too late!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get him!"

The men grinned menacingly and charged forward again!

"A protective artifact, is it...?"

Using his arm as cover, Zhou Yan's lips curled into a smile as he secretly activated the Tongtian Talisman.

The ability to make one's words law... is something I'm now quite adept at!

His lips parted slightly, and he murmured in a voice only he could hear:

From this day forward, everything I do... will be of "good intentions"!

The time limit is...

Whoosh!

He tilted his head slightly, dodging Haricha's fist, which was as big as a clay pot, bent his knee, and raised his leg—

[One minute!]

Upon seeing this, Harichagai revealed a cruel smile.

With those skinny arms and legs, you think you can compete with me in strength?

He spread his arms wide, neither dodging nor avoiding, intending to first use his protective magical artifact to withstand Zhou Yan's kick...

Then use your mountain-like body to hold the other person in place... and let your companions beat him up!

However, the blue light that was expected to activate the protective artifact did not appear.

Zhou Yan's right leg, like a steel whip, whistled through the air and struck him hard on the chin from below!

boom! ! !

Haricha's mind went blank, and his ears were ringing.

The massive body, over two meters tall, was kicked so hard that its feet left the ground and it flew straight up into the sky!

"!!!"

As the 'giant' took to the air.

Ding Zihuan, who had been hiding behind Cha Gai, preparing to use the same trick to ambush Zhou Yan, was now completely exposed in front of Zhou Yan!

"not good!"

He is not good at direct confrontation, and in a moment of desperation, his only thought is to avoid the opponent's sharp edge!

How could Zhou Yan let him have his way?

He bent his upper body slightly, exerted force with his feet, and his whole body turned into a bolt of lightning, disappearing from the spot in an instant!

Ding Zihuan's pupils contracted sharply. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and the target had already disappeared!

boom!

A merciless elbow strike to the chest, carrying forward momentum, slammed hard into Ding Ziheng's heart.

His expression of surprise froze instantly, his eyes rolled back, and he vomited a mouthful of gastric juice...

He flew straight into the distance like a cannonball!

"How is that possible!"

The smiles on Ma Xianhong and Qiu Rang's faces completely vanished in the distance!

In less than three seconds, Harichagai and Ding Zihuan were both rendered incapable of fighting!

Why...

Why did their prized protective artifacts, which could activate automatically the moment they sensed malice, become mere decorations in front of Zhou Yan?

It was an accident, you could say.

You can do it twice in a row!

Ma Xianhong and Qiu Rang exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes!

Behind Zhou Yan, a series of whooshing sounds came again!

[The Finger Flicking Divine Skill!]

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Seven pale purple energy projectiles were connected in a line, covering a distance of more than ten meters in an instant.

He had just turned around when he was shot in the lower abdomen!

boom!Boom!

Zhong Xiaolong once again demonstrated his terrifying pinpoint strike ability, hitting the same spot with three consecutive Qi bullets!

The golden light around Zhou Yan flickered violently, rippling like waves... clearly on the verge of collapse.

On the other side, Jin Yong took a deep breath!

He straightened his back, swung his arms, dust billowing from his feet, and pushed forward with both palms:

"The Heavenly Dipper Splits Through the Sky...!"

Before the word "palm" could be uttered, a streak of cold light, like a bolt of lightning, slashed diagonally without warning!

Swish-!

"Sword...sword energy?!"

Jin Yong felt a chill run down his spine. Without thinking, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity and rolled to the side to dodge!

Even so, he still felt a chill on the top of his head.

Strands of golden hair fluttered in the wind...

Jin Yong subconsciously reached out and touched it, only to find that the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head was completely bare!

He covered his head with both hands... and instantly realized that he had become a complete 'Mediterranean'!

"Fu Rong, are you serious?!"

Jin Yong roared in shock and anger.

"Brother Jing, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!"

A slender figure descended from the sky!

Fu Rong held a foot-long blade in her hand and slashed down at Jin Yong!

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

From a distance, Liu Wu Kui came running over, arms outstretched, shouting loudly:

"Stop fighting!"