"Uh~"

Xingchi wailed and fell to the ground, covering his stomach, expressionless.

It turned out that when Xingyuan approached Xingchi, he turned his fist into a palm, and hit Xingchi's lower abdomen with one palm. The force of the palm was subtle, hitting the vital point, but Xingyuan had no intention of hurting him, but he just made him suffer.

All the people around who were watching, who knew Xingyuan from Yunling tribe, looked surprised. Xingchi was a demon, and for a long time, Xingyuan knocked Xingchi to the ground with his palm, and he didn't pretend to be so painful that he sweated like rain.

Xingyuan didn't look at Xingchi who was lying on the ground in pain anymore, but turned around and pulled Ying'er and walked forward.

Huang Long stood behind Xingyuan, looking at Xingchi who was knocked to the ground by Xingyuan with a palm, and his face showed a look of surprise. Huang Long certainly knew that even if Xingyuan had no demon, his physical strength and fighting skills were far higher than his peers. However, Xingchi might not be prepared for this palm. Even if he could knock Xingchi to the ground with one palm, this was still unexpected.

Huang Long strode forward, and the people around him were obviously shocked by Xingyuan's momentum. Huang Long walked up and used his two pliers-like hands to push the crowded crowd away a path, looking arrogant.

The crowd had just been pushed away by Huang Long when he suddenly stretched out one foot from the gap and kicked Huang Long's chest with a huge force. He kicked Huang Long away and threw it in front of Xing Yuan behind him with a muffled groan.

Seeing this, Xingyuan was shocked. As his face turned dark, he hurriedly helped Huanglong who had fallen to the ground and turned his eyes to the source of the kicking Huanglong.

The crowded crowd was squeezed away by this force, and a figure slowly appeared in the crowd. This figure was Huo Jian who was in the captive area before!

"Who is shouting here?" Huo Jian pretended to look around and finally saw Xingyuan. "Oh! It turns out that it is the Young Master Xingyuan, you are so rude!" Huo Jian looked arrogant and saw Xingyuan's expression change. His voice gave people a sharp and harsh feeling. As soon as he spoke, he could feel that kind of meanness and ridicule.

Xingyuan looked at Huo Jian. He naturally knew Huo Jian. He didn't take Xingyuan seriously and was extremely disgusted with him.

"You don't have to pretend to me here. I know you are the subordinate of Uncle Wu. You rely on the power of others. If you hurt me, Xingyuan believes that I am not as capable as others, but if you hurt my friend, you should die with this!" Xingyuan let go of Ying'er's hand and pushed Ying'er back. His expression darkened, and a killing intention appeared in his eyes.

"Oh! Xiao Xingyuan is angry, I really didn't mean it..." Huo Jian's voice was sharp and harsh. Xingyuan didn't say anything anymore. Before Huo Jian finished speaking, he kicked his foot, raised his palm, turned his palm into hooks, and grabbed Huo Jian's throat.

Xingyuan was really angry. Everything that happened today made him unable to bear it. Ying'er Huanglong, the people around him who were hurt by him were all hurt by him, and he could no longer bear it.

Huo Jian looked at Xingyuan flying in, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He walked backward and opened Xingyuan's arm directly. He didn't expect Xingyuan's strength to be very domineering. He turned the air, lifted his legs hard, and pressed his knee against Huo Jian's stomach. Huo Jian, who was originally indifferent, was suddenly shocked. Even he didn't react to Xingyuan's actions just now, and he was kicked and staggered by Xingyuan.

"Bah~" Huo Jian turned his head and spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and stood firm. He no longer dared to underestimate the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him who had no demons.

"Young tribe is good at it!"

The contempt on Huo Jian's face turned into solemnity at this moment. He shook hands and seemed to be planning to take action.

"You can hit me, but you can't touch my brother!" Xing Yuan stepped in front of Huo Jian again and punched Huo Jian in the face.

Huo Jian is a capable subordinate of the fifth elder, so he is naturally not weak. He did not expect that he was hit by Xingyuan just now. At this moment, he did not underestimate Xingyuan. If he really became serious, Xingyuan would definitely not be his opponent.

"A man who can't be ignorant wants to fight me!" Huo Jian used his hand to catch Xingyuan's fist directly.

"You are too weak!" Huo Jian took Xingyuan's fist and pulled the other hand hard and punched Xingyuan's lower abdomen.

Xingyuan was beaten by Huo Jian and took several steps back. Xingyuan knew that the gap between him and Huo Jian was like a gap. He could not be Huo Jian's opponent. Xingyuan stabilized his body and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. Huo Jian's punch was very hard.

Although Xingyuan was hit by Huo Jian's heavy punch, he still endured the pain from his lower abdomen and raised his head. At the age of fifteen, he was still childish, but his eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit. This was his competitive spirit. Even if he knew the gap and touched his reverse scale, Xingyuan would never take a step back.

"Oh, the young clan has a commendable courage. He deserves to be the young clan of my Yunling tribe. He still has the strength to take my punch, so he will taste my punch!" Huo Jian seemed to be shocked by Xing Yuan who rushed over again. Although his punch did not use all his strength, for a fifteen-year-old boy who had no demonic enlightenment, he would probably have been lying on the ground and unable to move.

Xingyuan's eyes were tough with fighting spirit, and his body was still rushing towards Huo Jian, raising his fist in his hand. He wanted to fight, no matter whether he won or lost, he did not retreat.

Huo Jian's steps sank. He had been benevolent in Xingyuan for a long time and had never been afraid of the young man in front of him. Although he knew that Xingyuan was the grandson of the clan leader, Xingyuan was not Kun Wu's biological grandson, and he was well known to everyone. Kun Wuzique loved Xingyuan very much and was extremely afraid of it in normal times, but today he saw that Huo Jian's eyes had no intention of retreating, and even more murderous intent was flashing.

"The young tribe of Yunling tribe is just a waste, and he is not worthy of this position!" Huo Jian finally said the words in his heart, and pierced into Xingyuan's heart word by word like a sharp knife.

When Xingyuan heard Huo Jian's words, his body was also paused. At this moment, Huo Jian walked forward and punched Xingyuan's head without any mercy.

Huo Jian obviously used all his strength to punch, and the strong fist wind blew the people around him unconsciously took a step back.

Xingyuan naturally felt that if this punch really hit his head, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, but it was obviously too late to avoid it at this moment, and he thought to himself that he was terrible.

At this moment, before Xingyuan could react, a scream came from behind, and a beautiful figure flashed.

"don't want!!"

This beautiful figure was Ying'er. His thin body appeared in front of Xingyuan at some point. Xingyuan was shocked. He would rather be injured than Ying'er be injured, but it was too late to do anything at this moment. The punch hit Ying'er's head firmly. Ying'er let out a light cry, and her body flew several meters away. People would dodge automatically when Ying'er fell.

"Ying'er!!" Xingyuan shouted in despair that everything in front of him happened too quickly, but Huo Jian's expression was calm. Xingyuan rushed to Ying'er who was lying in the distance and helped Ying'er up. If this punch hit Xingyuan, it would be a serious injury. Ying'er's body was originally malnourished since childhood and was very weak, so how could she withstand this punch?

Xingyuan raised Ying'er's head and wiped her palm. The hot liquid filled Xingyuan's palm. Xingyuan raised his hand and saw that his hands were covered with bright red blood. Xingyuan's tears flowed out involuntarily. He placed his finger on the tip of Ying'er's nose for a long time. There was a hint of hope in his eyes full of tears. Ying'er was still breathing, but she was very weak.

"Huanglong, go find Old Woman Qiu!" Xingyuan shouted hurriedly. Although Huanglong had just been kicked by Huo Jian, he was very strong and there was nothing unusual. After Xingyuan said that, Huanglong rushed out of the crowd without saying a word.

Old Er Qiu is the most famous pharmacist in Yunling tribe. Now she is probably the only one who can save Ying'er.

"Huo Jian!!!"

Xingyuan gently let Ying'er stand up slowly, clenched his fists hard, and his nails fell into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain. What hurts even more now was his heart.

Xingyuan looked at Huo Jian and stretched his hand towards the Biyao Knife behind him. Xingyuan held the Biyao Knife in his hand. Now his only thought was to kill Huo Jian.

"Haha, just because you want to kill me, it's just that girl blamed her for being unlucky. She met such a useless brother! If it weren't for Kun Wuzi, would you think your Xingyuan is worthy of this tribe? How many people are so respectful and sincere, and don't look at how much you have. Hahahahaha." Huo Jian looked at the angry Xingyuan and suddenly laughed, and a sharp voice sounded, mocking Xingyuan every word.
Chapter completed!