Chapter 1220 My legs are weak

Chapter 1220 My legs are weak

As soon as these words came out, Fatty Qian and Tingyu broke out in cold sweat.

Ye Chunyang's voice was not loud, but the whole world seemed to be silent at this moment.

The four blood-clothed men who had reached the great perfection of the Dao Foundation Realm showed disbelief.

Then, they couldn't help laughing.

A waste at the third level of Qi Refining actually dared to look down on them. This was probably the most ridiculous joke in history.

"Master Bai" was also stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

But then he clapped his hands and chuckled, looking at Ye Chunyang with great interest: "Good, good, good, this is my good disciple. Facing such a scene, he is still so arrogant. I like him. But today, you have to prepare the apprenticeship ceremony anyway."

Ye Chunyang did not comment.

"Master, there is no need to talk to him. When the four disciples take him down, he will naturally kneel down and kowtow." The tall man said coldly.

"Master Bai" said with a playful smile: "Remember, I want to catch him alive! Don't hurt him!"

"What about the remaining two people?"

Someone asked.

"What should we do? Have you seen me, the Blood Rakshasa, leave anyone alive when I do something? Just kill them." "Master Bai" rolled his eyes and gave instructions without any care.

When the four heard this, they immediately smiled grimly and looked at Fatty Qian and Tingyu with unkind eyes.

Fatty Qian's face suddenly turned pale.

Just now he was still thinking that with the opponent's strength, maybe he would give in a few times and offer some precious treasures, and maybe the opponent would let them go.

But it was obvious that they were angered by Ye Chunyang's words at this moment, and it would be useless even if they begged for mercy.

Looking at the two of them, Fatty Qian gritted his teeth and whispered: "Master, I will use mystical skills to cover your departure later. Tingyu, you quickly return to the city and tell Master Cheng about this matter, and let him help!"

Tingyu's face turned pale, and after listening to Fatty Qian's words, he nodded solemnly.

Ye Chunyang did not answer, but just stood there expressionlessly.

"Get started!"

The four blood-stained men didn't want to waste any more time. As the tall man finished speaking, four sounds of breaking wind immediately swept up.

Suddenly, Fatty Qian saw only four cold lights flashing by, and the wind and snow between the sky and the earth were cut and disappeared.

There was a loud rumbling sound.

The flying boat under him was shaking constantly under such a violent impact of spiritual energy. Fatty Qian was horrified and hurriedly pinched a spell to cast a spell and urged the spiritual power to stabilize it.

"Master Bai" smiled and looked at it, then drove the fire, took out a chicken from his arms, and roasted it leisurely on the fire.

At this time, the flying boat was already rolling up the sky and snow, and there were swords everywhere. The fierce cold wind made people's ears and faces hurt.

Fatty Qian was terrified. Seeing the tall man's face approaching, he quickly pinched a spell, and a green light flew out of his sleeves.

A two-foot-long short spear flew into the air, floating up and down, leaving a trace in the air, and stabbed forward.

Fatty Qian was a minor success in the Dao Foundation Realm, and he was also the owner of Yunbao Tower. His strength was extraordinary. It was difficult for people of the same level to compete with him.

However, the cultivation of the four people in front of him was far superior to his. As soon as the short spear flew out, the tall man immediately raised his hand and grabbed it. There was a "sizzling" sound in the air, and the light on the short spear dimmed by three points.

"You are just a minor success in the Dao Foundation Realm, and you dare to show off in front of the four of us. Since you want to stand out, we will deal with you first, and then capture that kid!"

A blood-stained man sneered, shook his body, and fell straight to the flying boat.

Fatty Qian's face changed drastically.

At this time, he didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took back the magic weapon and blocked it in front of him.

The tall man looked disdainful, and with a big hand, Fatty Qian's short spear magic weapon was slapped away again.

The other blood-stained men also approached at the same time, surrounding the three people in the flying boat.

Fatty Qian looked desperate.

Tingyu was already pale with fear.

She was a maid in a medicine shop at the fifth level of Qi Refining. When had she ever seen such an amazing scene? She could not help but shrink behind her back, her face full of fear.

At this time, she could no longer speak, but suddenly found that Master Ye, who was standing in front of her, was motionless, as if he had turned a blind eye to this.

"Boy, you dare to despise our master, get ready to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The tall man sneered repeatedly, and put his big hand on Ye Chunyang's shoulder, pretending to lift him up.

The next scene was beyond his expectations.

Ye Chunyang stood there expressionlessly without moving at all.

The tall man who was holding him felt that his hand weighed more than a thousand pounds, as if he was not holding a person, but a mountain!

"What's going on?"

The tall man's face changed slightly, and just as he was about to use his spiritual power, a sharp explosion suddenly sounded in his ears.

In an instant, a fist shadow appeared like lightning.

This punch came without warning, so fast that it was unbelievable. Even the tall man, who had reached the Dao Foundation Realm, was completely unable to react. By the time he realized it, the fist shadow had already arrived in front of him.

"Boom!"

The tall man felt as if he was hit by a volcano. Although he instinctively cast a protective shield, he was still smashed to pieces by a huge fist shadow, and his body flew across.

"You?"

The tall man covered his chest and struggled to raise his head, but saw Ye Chunyang slowly retracting his fist with an indifferent look in his eyes.

The woman named "Xiao Rou" and the other three blood-stained men were also stunned by this incident.

They looked at Ye Chunyang with incredible eyes, but before they could think deeply, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the field.

This low-level monk at the third level of Qi Refining disappeared into thin air before their eyes.

When the three people saw this scene, they screamed in their hearts that it was not good.

At this moment, a black figure flashed in front of him, and he also punched out with a simple punch.

"court death!"

A man in blood-clothed clothes saw Ye Chunyang's figure clearly, and rage surged on his face.

Although I didn’t know why this kid suddenly had such strength, my spiritual consciousness found out that the opponent was indeed in the Qi Refining Stage. He immediately looked at him with contempt and raised his hand to slap him hard.

To deal with a Qi Refining monk, he didn't even bother to use magic.

But just when the palm was struck, he seemed to see a flash of ridicule in Ye Chunyang's eyes, and when the wind from the palm fell on him, he was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.

"How can it be?"

The face of the man in blood changed color.

However, before he could react, his pupils shrank.

The figure in front of him was so fast that he slapped him suddenly.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise like a mountain collision, and the man in blood-clothed screamed, and then the tall man fainted into a dead dog in the snow.

The whole scene suddenly went silent.

"Plop!"

A dull sound came from the flying boat, and Fatty Qian knelt down.

What did he see?

With one punch and one palm, the two masters of Daoji Realm were knocked away one after another.

Is this something a Qi-refining monk can do?

Tingyu opened her eyes wide and thought she was dreaming.

On the other side, there was another person in blood-clothed clothes and Xiaorou, frozen there.

Looking at this expressionless young man in the Qi refining stage, they felt like there was a big stone pressing down on their hearts, making them unable to breathe.

They looked at their master, who was still making a fire and roasting chicken.

"This kid is weird!"

"Junior sister, come together!"

Finally, the man in blood-clothed clothes spoke to "Xiaorou", a spiritual light flashed in his hand, and a long knife with cold light appeared.

He clenched his hands and slashed at Ye Chunyang.

"Xiaorou" didn't have time to think too much, she took out a hair from her head, flicked her spiritual energy, and turned it into a nine-foot long whip, which was also locked on where Ye Chunyang was standing and fired.

The two of them shot very quickly, and they were both at the Daoji level. If this mark fell, even a master like Qian Fatty, who was a small Daoji state, would be beaten to pieces. But when the sword light and the long whip fell at the same time, the two of them were suddenly shocked.

These two extremely powerful attacks fell on Ye Chunyang, leaving no trace at all.

"How can this be?"

The two of them screamed at the same time. They clearly didn't feel the spiritual power fluctuations on Ye Chunyang. How could they withstand their joint attack?

At this time, they could not allow them to think too much. They saw Ye Chunyang stomping his steps, like a tiger swooping down, and instantly appeared between the two of them.

Ye Chunyang, who was in the stage of becoming a god, although he had no magic power, could still tear apart the void with his physical body alone. In his eyes, these four people were as weak as ants.

"ah!"

The last man in blood-clothed wailed, and was directly hit by Ye Chunyang's palm wind, hitting the ground, and his head was buried in the snow.

The long whip in "Xiao Rou's" hand was also punched into powder and flew upside down.

There was deathly silence in the city!

Fatty Qian and Ting Yuzhi felt like the world was spinning, and they looked at Ye Chunyang with eyes like gods.

In just a few breaths, the four Taoist masters were beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back.

What kind of strength is this? !

Not far away, "Master Bai's" chicken has been roasted, and he is eating it with an unmoved look on his face.

"Let's go."

Ye Chunyang glanced at this person with a half-smile, then waved to Fatty Qian and sat back in the flying boat with an indifferent expression.

Fatty Qian showed deep awe on his face.

He could feel that the four blood-clothed men who had attained the Daoji Realm still had their auras. It was obvious that Ye Chunyang deliberately held back and did not kill them.

As for ignoring the young man at the seventh level of Qi Refining, it was probably because his cultivation level was too low, and Ye Chunyang didn't bother to take action.

After swallowing hard, Fatty Qian almost trembled and activated the flying boat. The three of them turned into a stream of light and rushed up to the sky, quickly flying into the vast snow.

It wasn't until the flying boat completely disappeared that there was a slight sound here. "Master Bai" spit out the chicken bones in his mouth, opened the white paper fan of "Xianfeng Dao Bone", and shook his head slowly.

At this time, the four people who had been knocked unconscious by Ye Chunyang also woke up and turned around. Seeing that their master was safe and sound, they couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, we are incompetent and failed to capture that man. Master, please punish me!"

The four of them knelt down towards "Master Bai" with fearful expressions on their faces.

"Master Bai" said nothing and just waved his fan.

It was obviously extremely cold, but his forehead was dripping with sweat and his back was wet with sweat.

"Although this person's spiritual energy cultivation is only at the third level of Qi Refining, his physical cultivation is extremely strong and he should be a physical practitioner. But don't worry, Master, we will definitely try to catch this person and bring him to Master in person. He kowtows to you and begs for mercy!”

The tall man said fiercely.

Although they are no match for Ye Chunyang in strength, it does not mean that they have no way to deal with each other.

"Um."

After a long time, "Master Bai" agreed.

Then he waved to the four of them.

"Come on, come here and give me a hand, my...legs are weak."

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