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

"Fu Rong, don't be stubborn! That guy's a scumbag!"

"So verbose!"

Fu Rong's mind had been completely taken over by the force of protecting her own.

She ignored Jin Yong's angry shouts, her eyes showing no pity for her "fellow villager," only a chilling killing intent!

Swish!

The flashes of sword light resembled a silver river cascading from the dome of the sky—

Jin Yong retreated repeatedly, unleashing the full power of his Heavenly Gang Splitting Palm without reservation, raising both palms high above his head.

clang!

Disarm a blade barehanded!

His calloused palms gripped the falling dagger tightly.

He could feel the blade, its cold gleam piercing the bone, trembling violently and emitting a buzzing sound.

In an instant, Jin Yong felt a numbness in his hand, and his palm was cut by the sharp blade energy, leaving shallow bloody marks...

Without a doubt, if he dares to relax even slightly, this girl will definitely be able to cut off his hands immediately!

"Girl, wake up! He..." Jin Yong roared.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

A cool breeze blew by.

He looked down and saw that his coarse cloth shirt and trousers were neatly torn in two along the midline of his nose!

A mountain breeze blew by, making people feel cool and refreshed.

Jin Yong was left wearing only a pair of boxer shorts with a large image of 'Artoria Pendragon' printed on them...

"Holy shit!"

Jin Yong immediately dropped the dagger in his hand, clutched his vital point, and fled in panic!

........

Bang bang bang!

On the other side, four consecutive light purple energy projectiles accurately struck Zhou Yan's lower abdomen.

*Snap!*

The protective golden light flickered violently, finally unable to withstand the pressure, and with a crisp cracking sound, it turned into countless mottled light spots and dissipated into the air.

"The victory is assured!"

Zhong Xiaolong, hiding under the tree roots, suddenly had a glint of light in his eyes.

More concentrated Qi pellets once again condensed between the fingers of his right hand...

"There will inevitably be a few seconds of pause before the golden light re-condenses... That's enough!"

Zhong Xiaolong's eyes were burning with determination; in the end, he shouldered everything alone!

Just then, a sweet, childlike shout came from behind—

"Stop hitting me!"

boom!

Liu Wu Kui leaped up from behind and delivered a powerful flying kick, landing solidly on Zhong Xiaolong's back.

"puff!"

The poor ADC was kicked so suddenly that his eyes rolled back and he flew uncontrollably forward—

In mid-air, Zhong Xiaolong was horrified to discover...

The direction he was rushing forward, coincidentally, was exactly where Zhou Yan was standing!

Zhou Yan: "Hehehehehe..."

"I...I admit it—"

Splat!

Zhou Yan unleashed his ancestral secret technique—the "Earth River Chariot Sealing Technique!"

A lump of mud was precisely smeared over Zhong Xiaolong's mouth, and he couldn't utter the last word, "loser"!

He remained calm, calculated the distance, and then suddenly bent his right leg.

Boom! ! !

In the distance, Ma Xianhong and Qiu Rang covered their faces in despair.

Wu Kui scratched his head and stuck out his tongue...

A powerful knee strike landed squarely on Zhong Xiaolong's abdomen as he performed his "trapeze" act!

His thin body hunched over like a shrimp.

Under the force, the person was thrown upwards uncontrollably.

Zhou Yan continued his movements, his body flipping in mid-air, his right arm rising from top to bottom—

A dull thud landed heavily on the back of Zhong Xiaolong's neck!

Thump—thump!

Two heavy objects fell to the ground one after the other.

Zhong Xiaolong crashed to the ground like a lump of mud, raising a cloud of dust.

Behind him.

Haricha's massive body happened to break a thick tree branch, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Zhou Yan patted non-existent dirt off his hands, stood up straight, and arrogantly surveyed his surroundings:

"Who else?!"

From being ganged up on by four people to the end of the fight...

The whole process took less than three minutes.

Four individuals with superior spiritual potential, each possessing magical artifacts.

Except for Jin Yong, who was clutching his crotch and running away in a panic, everyone else lay on the ground, groaning incessantly...

The stream murmurs, and the mountain breeze remains unchanged.

The entire room fell silent!

"Jing...Pah! Zhou Yan, are you alright?!"

Fu Rong, holding a knife, looked Zhou Yan up and down.

And it's unclear whether Jing-gege heard anything, but he was actually bending over, quickly groping around the unconscious Ding Zihuan and Haricha Gai...

Soon, he tore off an inconspicuous black iron piece and a mottled green pendant from the two men.

He weighed the two items in his hands, looked up at the crowd, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"As agreed, your protective magical artifacts... are now mine."

"You bastard...you...you cheated!"

Ten meters away, behind the thickest tree trunk in the whole village, a bald head peeked out.

Jin Yong remained hidden behind the tree, pointing at Zhou Yan and cursing loudly:

"If Fu Rong and Wu Kui hadn't suddenly barged in and caused trouble, I would have embedded you in a tree with one palm strike!"

"That's a bit much..." Zhou Yan put the magical artifact into his pocket and said with a smile:

"I only said you could all come at me together, I didn't say anyone couldn't help me!"

The notoriously ruthless man from Liaodong, whose mind wasn't exactly sharp to begin with, was momentarily speechless.

Zhou Yan then turned to look at Fu Rong and Liu Wu Kui, a gentle smile on his face:

"Thank you both for abandoning your evil ways and for your timely intervention!"

He scratched his head sheepishly: "Otherwise, I might be the one who collapsed now..."

Of course, I was just kidding.

Zhou Yan silently added a sentence in his mind.

If I don't pretend to be weak... I'll beat you all into a psychological state with my first move, how am I supposed to fleece you later?

"Speaking of which, it really has been a long time, Sister Rong."

Zhou Yan greeted Fu Rong with a smile.

Fu Rong's pretty face instantly turned red, and even her neck turned pink.

"Pah! I didn't rush over to help you because I was worried you'd get beaten to death! Shut up, you liar!"

After saying that, she slipped away and ran into the depths of the village without looking back!

"Hey! Why are you always running away..."

Zhou Yan watched her retreating figure and chuckled to himself.

Back then, it was this woman... who caused me to make a rash decision and almost lose Yang Wulei!

He truly did not expect to encounter the close friendship between Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya again in Biyou Village.

After all, she only said her name was "Rong'er" back then, but she didn't say her surname was "Fu"!

"Zhu...Zhu...Yan...you...Bo Bi!"

Harichai can no longer feel his chin...

It's likely a bone fracture; his speech has become slurred.

Beside him, Ding Ziheng slowly woke up.

He rubbed his aching chest, his gaze towards Zhou Yan filled with fear and anger!

Zhou Yan ignored the defeated opponent on the ground and scanned his surroundings.

There were still a few people in the crowd who hadn't made a move.

The young, white-haired Qiu Rang, with a gilded ruyi scepter hanging from his waist.

The one wearing a baseball cap and not saying a word from beginning to end should be Zhang Kun, the "Earth Immortal".

The elderly man with gray hair and reading glasses, who looked harmless, must be Ding Shian's mentor, Bi Yuan, the "Ghost Needle".

As for... that person squatting under the tree, teasing the birds, with a big smile on his face, wearing a Taoist robe...

It is Zhao Guizhen from Yemaoshan!

At this moment, these people's eyes were not entirely on Zhou Yan, but the hostility emanating from their entire bodies was unmistakable!

Zhou Yan's lips curled up...

[Biyou Village Magic Item Collection Project - Step One, Completed!]

He spread his hands and said with a smile:

"We're all neighbors, let's not get so worked up..."

"If you're not satisfied, can we set some rules?"

No one was looking at him, but everyone was listening intently—

Zhou Yan held up one finger and looked around:

"Here's what we'll do: during your time in the village, all of you are free to attack me at any time..."

One-on-one or group fight, it's up to you! But..."

He paused, then changed the subject:

"The loser, according to the rules, must voluntarily hand over a magical artifact to me..."

"You surnamed Zhou, you're never satisfied. Don't be so greedy!" Jin Yong's raspy voice came from behind the tree.

Zhou Yan shrugged, nonchalantly saying:

"I haven't finished speaking yet, what's the rush?"

As long as you still have "chips", you can challenge me at will. In other words, you can lose an unlimited number of times!

As for me, if I lose to you even once, I will return everything I've won before!

How about that? Pretty fair, right?

Everyone fell silent.

This offer sounds incredibly tempting...

The students with superior innate abilities exchanged glances secretly.

There's no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with someone like Zhou Yan... He himself said it himself: one-on-one or gang up on, it doesn't matter!

Zhou Yan ignored everyone else and turned to look at Liu Dang, the "fighting enthusiast" who had been standing next to Ma Xianhong and looked somewhat lost.

"Brother Liu, how is it? Do you want to continue fighting?"

Liu Dang trembled, lowered his head, and stared intently at his toes...

Is this a battle between masters?

Whether it's speed or power... they're all far beyond my reach!

Just now, I actually had the audacity to try and spar with this monster?

Ma Xianhong stepped forward, patted Liu Dang's shoulder with his large hand, and laughed heartily:

"It's okay...soon, you can be like them too!"

He raised his head and met Zhou Yan's gaze.

Recalling Zhou Yan's words on the phone, "You're in big trouble!" and "Are you going to hire someone to guard the village?"

And his seemingly arrogant yet actually restrained fighting style...

Ma Xianhong felt as if he had been enlightened.

Using ritual implements as stakes... constantly stimulating these highly capable individuals to make a move.

Brother Zhou, you're clearly using this to 'train' your own troops!

Zhou Yan, with a serious expression, continued to feign innocence:

"What do you mean by saying that he'll soon be like us?"

Ma Xianhong looked suspicious.

This Zhou guy gives him a really strange feeling!

Sometimes, it's as if they have foreseen the future, knowing everything about him;

Sometimes it feels like I really don't know anything...

However, since he was already here, he never intended to hide anything from the other party from the beginning!

We are all people ostracized by this world...we should treat each other with honesty!

"Let's go, Brother Zhou!"

Ma Xianhong turned around and walked up the mountain along the bluestone path: "If you want to know, follow me and come see my 'masterpiece'!"

He turned around and grinned at Zhou Yan:

"Friendly reminder: if you feel too surprised later, feel free to shout it out!"

"Oh, by the way, Brother Liu, you're here too!"

The group walked along the winding mountain road toward the highest point of Biyou Village.

On the flat ground at the top of the mountain, there stands a two-story classical building.

Green bricks and black tiles, octagonal eaves.

Shaped like a giant bronze cauldron overturned on a mountaintop, it exudes a heavy and oppressive aura.

Zhou Yan raised his head and looked up.

Above the main entrance hangs a plaque with gold lettering on a black background.

[Slimming Hall!]