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

The atmosphere at the open-air banquet froze.

Jin Yong, Bi Yuan, and the other top-tier talents were on high alert.

Especially after hearing how the others addressed Zhou Yan, they simultaneously unleashed undisguised hostility!

They saw Zhou Yan sitting in the main seat, waving towards them.

Zhuge Qing's lips twitched.

Zhang Lingyu relaxed and tensed up.

Wang Ye's mouth opened into an "O" shape...

He couldn't hold it in any longer!

"Master Zhou... what are you doing here?!"

One or two... they can't even say it!

I originally thought that Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing were already shameless enough...

I didn't expect there to be such an expert!

Before Zhou Yan could answer, Zhang Lingyu had already placed his hand on Wang Ye's shoulder, his voice low and deep:

"My senior brother has his reasons for doing things."

Wang Ye was taken aback.

Zhang Lingyu lowered her gaze slightly, but her heart was already churning with turbulent waves.

He clearly remembered that after the "academic exchange meeting" that evening, when several of them received an invitation text message from Ma Xianhong, his senior brother did not express any intention to go...

Everyone can see it.

Neither the mysterious Biyou Village nor Ma Xianhong himself are easy to deal with!

Original origin...

Recalling his senior brother's consistent style of doing things, Zhang Lingyu understood.

Senior brother must have foreseen the treacherous and unpredictable nature of Biyou Village...

That's why he deliberately didn't travel with them, but instead took the initiative to venture out alone and eliminate the danger for the three of them!

"As expected of Senior Brother Zhou... he always leads by example..."

"Zhang Lingyu, you're still a long way off!"

"Senior brother? Hmph, you're just like me!"

A cold laugh broke the awkward atmosphere.

Jin Yong crossed his arms and swept his gaze over the three men with hostility.

Finally, his gaze settled on Wang Ye, and he raised his chin:

"Boy, you're Wang Ye?"

Birds of a feather?

Wang Ye glanced at Zhou Yan, who was calm and composed, as if it were none of his business.

Then he looked at the group of murderous "villagers" in front of him...

I instantly imagined the kind of overwhelming "educational shock" that Zhou Hongyi would bring to this "Shangri-La" upon his arrival...

"Hey, Lao Jin, these are my guests, don't be rude!"

Ma Xianhong walked forward with a smile and warmly invited the three of them to sit down:

"Of course, if you want to stretch your muscles or have a friendly spar after meals... that's fine with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly.

Ding Ding Deng!

Several women with blank expressions, resembling "Ru Hua," rushed over with an air of indifference!

They stopped precisely in front of Wang Ye and his two companions.

One of them took out a small golden ball and flicked his wrist!

A flash of white light—

In front of the three people, there were now stools, bowls, chopsticks, tissues, and other items scattered on the floor...

Spatial-type magical artifact!

Wang Ye and the other two exchanged glances, all seeing deep shock in each other's eyes!

This thing that only existed in our imagination has actually been created by someone!

While I was thinking, the women had already bent down to set out the stools and handed me the tableware.

Then, once again, he strode away from the scene with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone...

At the same time, tiny black "flying insects," about the size of a fingernail and resembling flies, silently landed on Ma Xianhong's fingers.

"To be honest... I've been following you all for a long time."

Ma Xianhong's smile faded, and his expression became serious.

He pointed to the huge, bright red compound eye on the top of the flying insect's head and slowly said:

"During the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, I sent these 'eagle eyes' to observe the competition of several people from a distance."

"Of course, don't get me wrong."

With a gentle wave of his hand, Ma Xianhong caused the flying insects to buzz away on their own.

Unless you observe very carefully, it's impossible to discover that each of those "flies" is actually a magical artifact!

Ma Xianhong: "My true targets from the very beginning have only been Brother Zhou and Brother Wang!"

As for you two... you're just incidental.

"Come, come, don't be shy, please sit down!"

Upon hearing this, the three people reacted with different expressions.

So, should I thank you for not making us the main targets?

From the moment they met until now, the three of them had an extremely strange feeling about this village chief, Ma.

Sometimes passionate and fiery, other times arrogant and rude, leaving people completely baffled...

Meanwhile, Zhou Yan, who had been silent, sensed something unusual.

This was completely different from when he led the crowd to welcome him at the village entrance.

Right now, Ma Xianhong seems to be... deliberately showing off his prowess to these three people!

Zhuge Qing was the first to sit down.

With a barely perceptible flick of his fingertip, an invisible wind rope instantly entangled a "clairvoyant" that was about to fly away, drawing it into his palm.

He looked down and observed carefully for a moment, his expression growing increasingly serious.

He had been secretly watched by this thing for who knows how long... without even realizing it!

The more I looked, the more alarmed I became.

The ingenious structure and profound function of this little gadget in my hand...

Compared to those life-sized dolls, this one is on a completely different level in terms of technology.

"Rongmei, this dish tastes pretty good today! Has the sun risen in the west?"

Ma Xianhong had already started eating by himself, and said with a seemingly casual smile:

"How are you doing, Brother Zhuge...?"

"Tell me your assessment: how does my rudimentary mechanical skill compare to Zhuge Liang's divine strategies? Which is superior?"

Zhuge Qing sighed, letting the flying insect fly away, and shook his head, saying:

"If my great-grandmother saw this stuff, she'd probably smash her entire pile of junk!"

Ma Xianhong: "Hahaha—Brother Zhuge is too modest!"

Zhou Yan kept his head down, eating his rice, oblivious to everything else around him.

He was unaware that his act of arriving ahead of the three of them without telling them had already been imagined by Zhang Lingyu as a touching drama of "Senior Brother Zhou risking his life"!

I still felt a little embarrassed...

Just then, Fu Rong, who was beside him, seemed to have heard some kind of signal. She suddenly scooped up a large spoonful of fragrant winter melon soup and handed it to him.

"Here you go, be careful it's hot... Ouch!"

Whoosh!

With a flick of her wrist, Fu Rong, the "Great Sword Immortal," spilled the entire spoonful of soup precisely onto Zhou Yan's pants!

The soup spoon slipped from his hand and "accidentally" knocked over his rice bowl.

In an instant, soup and oil splattered all over Master Zhou.

Zhou Yan was completely dumbfounded.

He looked up, blinked, and stared at Fu Rong, whose face was filled with "panic."

The other person was frantically winking and making faces at me...

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry... Brother Zhou, let me take you over there to wash up and change your clothes!"

Without saying a word, Fu Rong grabbed Zhou Yan's wrist and pulled him out!

Zhou Yan was completely dumbfounded.

no...

He had only ever seen this kind of scene—suddenly getting soaked and then being pulled away by a beautiful woman to change clothes—in certain Tokyo documentaries that could only be watched late at night…

Although he didn't understand why, he still followed the force and went with Fu Rong.

"Senior brother!"

Zhang Lingyu frowned, staring in the direction the two had left, and subconsciously got up to follow them.

Snapped!

A crisp sound!

Ma Xianhong slammed a pair of chopsticks heavily on the table.

The kind smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a cold indifference.

"Master Lingyu, please sit!"

Before he could finish speaking...

In the shadows not far away.

A series of chaotic and heavy footsteps echoed from all directions...

A dozen or so men and women, their bodies surging with powerful energy, had already surrounded the area!

"Has the true intention been revealed... Ma Xianhong!"

Zhang Lingyu snorted coldly, a flash of golden light disappearing from his eyes!

As expected... no banquet is ever a good banquet, and no gathering is ever a good gathering!

Beside them, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, their inner Qi already circulating rapidly...

Ma Xianhong's lips curled into an almost manic smile as his gaze swept over the three of them.

"Brother Zhuge, True Man Lingyu, Daoist Wang..."

He finally revealed his true purpose in inviting everyone to Biyou Village:

"I invited the three of you here because I need your help!"

"I will collect all eight extraordinary skills!"

Om-!

The moment the words fell, Wang Ye was still sitting, and the Qimen formation diagram beneath his feet had already unfolded!

Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing were about to launch an attack.

The wooden stool under my butt suddenly "came to life"!

Countless tough vines grew wildly from under the stool, instantly binding the two people tightly.

Immediately afterwards, the eight legs of the two stools suddenly stepped apart, carrying the two bound individuals away at high speed...

They instantly moved away from the area where Wang Ye was!

"kill!"

A dozen or so low-level cultivators who had been lying in ambush on either side attacked simultaneously, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism, and rushed towards Wang Ye!

Wang Ye's expression hardened, and he formed a hand seal with one hand—

[The clapper sounds!]

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing.

Ma Xianhong stretched out his hands and pressed down on the shoulders of the two men respectively.

"Gentlemen, please calm down."

"snort!"

"You have no martial ethics, Village Chief Ma!"

Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing struggled violently.

Unfortunately, the vines seemed to be magical artifacts as well... and the more the two resisted, the tighter they became!

Streaks of dark lightning had already spread to Ma Xianhong's legs, but they were all blocked by a thick golden barrier.

Ma Xianhong remained expressionless, gesturing for the two to look at Wang Ye, who was being besieged:

"Please take a look, you two."

"Those who are attacking Master Wang now are all of inferior character..."

Simply put, did you see that shirtless man with one arm that was somewhat immobile?

About half an hour ago... he was just a complete novice who didn't even know how to use Qi.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing's pupils suddenly contracted!

They stared intently, and sure enough, they discovered that every move the attackers made was riddled with flaws...

The internal energy within him was exceptionally abundant!

Meanwhile, Jin Yong, Haricha Gai, and a group of highly skilled individuals had completely surrounded the two, cutting off any possibility of reinforcements...

"Let me be frank, you two."

Ma Xianhong's voice, with its deadly allure, rang in their ears:

"It's not just about turning ordinary people into superhumans... Even for experts like you two, I have ways to elevate your strength to the next level!"

Make a choice!

He opened his arms, his tone both frantic and arrogant:

"As long as you're willing to help... you'll be a member of my Biyou Village! Whether it's divine strategies or cultivation techniques..."

"When I succeed... you two can choose any of the eight extraordinary skills!"