Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

Lin Zhu has been cultivating in Lingjiu Palace for quite some time, but his cultivation level hasn't reached the point where he needs to break through in seclusion.

Having found an excuse to go down the mountain, he agreed without hesitation, "Okay, I'll go say goodbye to Grandma right now and follow her secretly."

"Xiaozhu, thank you, Auntie!"

Ding Xuelian was so moved that she almost knelt down.

Inside the Xiaoyao Palace, Wu Xingyun looked at Lin Zhu and said, "You have been cultivating in seclusion in Lingjiu Palace for a long time. You should indeed go down the mountain for a walk. Go."

"Grandma, I want to go down the mountain too." Wanwan looked at Wu Xingyun, her eyes watery.

"No, he has to go down alone this time."

As soon as Wu Xingyun finished speaking, an extremely powerful aura rapidly approached from the foot of the mountain.

An old man with blond hair and blue eyes grabbed Shangguan Yan and brought her to the square outside Lingjiu Palace.

His feet stomped on the ground, cracking the bluestone slabs of the square.

He shouted loudly, babbling incoherently, making it impossible to understand what he was saying.

Shangguan Yan was in his hands, blood spilling from her mouth, and she lost consciousness.

Inside Lingjiu Palace, Dai Qisi was startled when she heard the gibberish. She followed Wu Xingyun out of Lingjiu Palace.

As Dai Qisi walked, she said, "Grandma Tong, the visitor speaks Persian. He wants you to go out and greet him."

Wu Xingyun sneered, "The Persian land immortal realm has actually found us so quickly."

After everyone came out, they saw Shangguan Yan, who was being held unconscious by the Persians.

Wu Xingyun's gaze toward the Persian turned dangerous. She hadn't even dared to lay a finger on any of the girls in the group, yet this blond-haired man had now severely injured them.

What can be endured and what cannot be endured.

"Daiqisi, you really are here."

Dai Qisi looked at the person and recognized him, "You are the great philosopher Ye Mang."

“It’s me.” Ye Mang looked at Wu Xingyun. “You, hand over Dai Qisi and let me take her away. I’ll return her to you.”

As he spoke, the force in his hand did not lessen at all.

Wu Xingyun's gaze was icy as he said to Dai Qisi, "Go."

Dai Qisi didn't want to implicate Shangguan Yan, so she nodded to Wu Xingyun.

Xiao Zhao was getting anxious and tried to stop her.

But Lin Zhu swiftly grabbed her, covered her mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Grandma won't let your mother go to her death."

Xiao Zhao then calmed down.

Ye Mang smiled as he watched Dai Qisi walk up to him.

Wu Xingyun said, "Release them."

"No!" Wild Mang's face beamed with a smile. "This is my talisman. I'll release her when we get to Persia."

Having said that, he picked up Dai Qisi and vanished from Lingjiu Palace with a ghostly figure.

A cry of an eagle descended from above, followed by a flash of golden light.

In the air, the hidden Wild Grass was forced to reveal itself.

He swung Shangguan Yan towards the Golden Eagle King.

The Golden Eagle King grabbed Shangguan Yan's body and pecked at Ye Mang's head with its beak.

Ye Mang had no choice but to release Shangguan Yan and hurriedly retreated.

He had no desire to trade his life with Shangguan Yan, especially since his opponent was a mere hairy beast.

The Golden Eagle King captured Shangguan Yan and flew to the square of Lingjiu Palace.

Wu Xingyun blocked Ye Mang's attack, his murderous aura filling half of Tianshan Mountain. "You're very good!"

Ye Mang reached out and grabbed Dai Qisi by the neck. "If you lay a hand on her, I'll strangle her."

Now, unlike before, he wasn't speaking Persian; he was speaking the languages ​​spoken in China.

Daisy laughed and said, "It's worth it to exchange my life for the life of the great Persian philosopher."

"Shut up!" Ye Mang directly sealed Dai Qisi's speech acupoint.

Wu Xingyun looked at him and said, "You have no right to negotiate with me here."

She's already decided to kill; anyone who dares to hurt her is asking for trouble.

Lin Zhu was also quite murderous, so Huo Ling'er was always on guard.

Ye Mang's methods were somewhat strange, and he was afraid that Wu Xingyun might be caught off guard and fall into Ye Mang's trap.

"With her around, I have the right to negotiate."

Ye Mang, with an inexplicable confidence, looked at Wu Xingyun without backing down in the slightest.

"Release her, and I'll give you one day to escape."

Wu Xingyun stated his conditions.

"No, this is the saintess of my religion. I want to take her away and offer her to the sun god."

“In that case, there’s no need to leave.” Wu Xingyun said coldly, “Anyway, as long as she’s in your hands, she’ll die.”

"You will be punished by the sun god. A divine oracle will descend, and you will all be burned to death by fire."

Ye Mang was like a lunatic, saying such things to Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun didn't answer, just stared at him coldly.

Ye Mang didn't dare to move either; he was quite afraid of dying. After a while, he said, "Not only can you not chase it, but you can't chase that divine bird either."

Wu Xingyun agreed.

"There is an old saying in your land: 'Keep your word.' I hope you will also keep your word."

Ultimately, his own life was more important than his faith, and Ye Mang threw Dai Qisi away.

Wu Xingyun reached out and caught it.

Then, Ye Mang's body mysteriously disappeared once again.

This time, he's really gone.

Lin Zhu said to Huo Ling'er, "Ling'er, let's go and kill him."

Fire Spirit roared, it also despised this so-called Persian philosopher. Flames rose, transforming into the Fire Qilin, carrying Lin Zhu, and chased after Ye Mang.

"You've broken your promise!"

Wildgrass, which had already fled far away, soon discovered Linzhu outside the Tianshan Mountains.

Lin Zhu is nothing special, but the key is the fire unicorn under Lin Zhu's feet. What's going on here? How can two such powerful divine beasts be nurtured?

Even on their Persian continent, there were only about twenty divine beasts.

"It was Grandma who promised you, not me. Ling'er, help me."

Huo Ling'er agreed, and her whole body burst into flames.

At this point, using Huo Ling'er's power and employing the Wrath of the Fire God is the best option.

"Vulcan's Wrath!"

Together with Huo Ling'er, a phantom of a fire giant, over twenty feet tall, swung a palm at Ye Mang.

Wild Mang turned and retaliated, his whole body radiating great light, his body like the blazing sun in the sky. He also swung his palm and launched a huge ball of light.

Lin Zhu's fire giant struck the ball of light with a palm, causing it to explode and push Lin Zhu back.

Huo Ling'er withstood the immense force.

But for Huo Ling'er, this blow was just a tickle.

But Ye Mang fared much worse. He was pushing the ball of light, and when it exploded, he suffered the most damage.

This attack caused him to cough up blood and fly backward.

Lin Zhu summoned the Dragon Soul Sword, gathered the flames around him, and concentrated them on the sword.

A gigantic fire dragon appeared.

The Dragon Soul Sword carried a fire dragon tens of feet long as it flew towards Ye Mang. The condensation of this fire dragon was much stronger than the one he had released at the Yihua Palace.

Its power is naturally greater.

A dragon roared, opened its massive maw, and swallowed the wild awn.

Wild Mang was terrified. He punched his chest with both fists, roared, and then mumbled something incoherently.

But then the clouds parted, and a ray of sunlight shone through the clouds onto the wild grass.

A giant of light appeared, no smaller than the fire giant Lin Zhu.

This giant just doesn't look human.

Chapter 378 On the Verge of Eruption

It had taken on a human form, but was thin and bony. Although it relied on the power of the sun, it gave off an eerie feeling.

Wildfire swiftly threw a punch, which propelled the Light Giant to throw a punch as well, hurtling towards the Flame Dragon.

However, it was all bark and no bite. As the fire dragon passed by, sword energy erupted, tearing the giant of light to shreds.

Wild Mangren, suspended in mid-air, stared in disbelief at the raging fire god's bamboo forest, his body dissipating with the wind.

Lin Zhu looked at the Wild Sprouts reduced to ashes, but the anger in his heart still did not dissipate.

He died just like that; it was too good for him.

He went too far; it's just that his anger was too intense.

After Wild Mang died, it didn't drop anything good; it truly vanished into thin air.

This battle took place west of the Tianshan Mountains and was witnessed by a group of merchants from the Abbasid Caliphate, tens of thousands of miles away.