No one among the nearly twenty people present was a fool. Except for Mo Xiangyi, who kept hitting Yi with his fists and saying "Why did you come to save me, you fool?", everyone knew that this young man was not someone to be trifled with.

Even though his words of "seeking death" were extremely arrogant, no one dared to take the lead.

From the time the tenth beam of light appeared to when others appeared in front of them, it only took a few breaths.

He traveled several miles in just a few breaths without blushing or out of breath. If it weren't for the fact that the secret realm could only be entered by monks below the fifth level, they would definitely regard Yiran as a great monk who could fly with a weapon.

Mo Xiangyi beat Yi Ran for a long time, and finally sat down due to the stinging pain of the energy rushing through his body.

But he was still muttering: "I can't defeat them, I can't drag you away this time."

Yiran patted Mo Xiangyi's back, and a stream of true energy entered Mo Xiangyi's body from her palm, starting from the Ling Mansion and following her meridians to smooth out the restless inner energy in her body.

The young man's voice came faintly, still so chic and proud.

"Young hero, I don't know if it is your female companion who has offended you a lot just now. I am the direct descendant of the Huang family in Liuliucheng, Huang Zaihe. I have revealed this today. If anything happens to you in Liucheng another day, report it to me and I will ensure that you are fine."

Huang Zaihe valued Yiran in his heart, but he didn't really take Yiran seriously.

Because he is extremely talented and has been prepared for the opening of this secret realm, his family has already prepared strong men of level four and five stars or above to protect him.

Most of the strong men present were servants who accompanied the training. There was no need to worry about loyalty or uneven distribution of the spoils.

The reason why I didn't take action directly was because I was worried about unnecessary loss of combat power, not because I was worried about dying here.

"One name can keep me safe, Huang Zaihe, your tone is very cruel, but I believe in my own sword more."

"So are you ready? Who comes first!"

It was only then that Mo Xiangyi woke up and realized that the energy flowing in his body had disappeared.

Only then did he realize that Yi Ran, who had been dragged away by him several times, was actually a powerful monk. He lowered his head instantly and blushed twice on his cheeks.

Faced with Yiran's aggressiveness, Huang Zaihe could no longer conceal the anger and murderous intent in his heart.

A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were cruel: "I, Huang Zaihe, give you face and you don't want it, then just go and die!"

"If it weren't for the fact that there are two forces over there that have to be dealt with, I would have betrayed you. Hehe, you are so ignorant of good and evil."

"But since you can enter the secret realm, no matter how fast or powerful you are, your cultivation level will never exceed the fifth level. How can you have the confidence to challenge us!"

"And it seems that they don't know that my stay at Chenghuang's house is not just something that came out of some corner."

Huang Zaihe seemed to be talking to himself, but he clearly explained Yiran's strength and power.

For young people who don't know their strength and their background, those servants are fine, but the temporary alliance is hard to say.

It is not a wise choice to provoke someone who is extremely fast and whose origins are unknown.

But after hearing the young man's words, they felt much more comfortable.

A cultivation level of less than fifth level means that you are not invincible, and a lack of power means that you don't have to worry about anything.

So what else do they have to worry about?

Of course, Huang Zaihe had another thought, which was to let outsiders put in more effort and try to preserve the strength of his close associates.

Only then can we have the confidence to fight for the final treasure.

Those people looked at the young man who had neither absolute strength nor backing but was just faster and laughed ferociously, all gearing up.

Be more attentive now, and you will have the confidence to ask for more money later if you divide the spoils.

"Master Huang, your family has a big business and it's not easy for the little ones to make ends meet. Don't forget what you promised us."

A middle-aged man said flatteringly to Huang Zaihe, walked out of the team and looked at Yiran.

With every step he took, his aura became heavier. After five steps, the ground began to sink. By the tenth step, his aura became frightening to the extreme.

An eight-star martial artist without any moisture!

And not only that, five monks, including the three who blocked Mo Xiangyi, came out.

Judging from the momentum, the four martial arts cultivators all have the strength of five-star great martial artists, and the last great magician has six silver stars on his collar.

Before Huang Zaihe took action, the battle was already terrifying.

Even if you want to slaughter some small towns in remote principalities, it is probably not difficult to do it.

Mo Xiangyi tugged tightly on Yiran's clothes, even more nervous than if he had taken action himself.

The magician took the lead, and ten wind slashes formed instantly, one after another, whistling and slashing at Yi Ran and the two of them.

Although it is a test, the power of Feng Zhan cannot be underestimated.

After Feng Zhan, the first strong man had arrived in front of Yiran, his bones crackling all over his body.

Stretching his arms straight, he made fists with both hands upwards, roared loudly, and directly hit Yiran's shoulders with his iron fists.

In one move, Yiran's shoulders were smashed and his arms were removed.

Four other great martial artists took action at the same time.

The spear passed directly through the first man's armpit and stabbed straight into Yiran's heart.

Two long knives slashed at Yi's back at the same time, and one saber fell from the top of his head.

The magician was not idle either, and several more wind slashes were generated. Under his control, the wind slashes became thin and sharp, slashing towards Yiran's legs from both sides.

When Huang Zaihe saw this offensive, he laughed heartily as if he was sure of victory.

He had also heard of this force, which was small in number but extremely powerful. It was somewhat famous in the circles in the city. There were even rumors that they had joined forces to kill strong men who had just entered the martial arts realm.

Coupled with his own strength, this is why Huang Zaihe is 70% sure about fighting for the final treasure.

Mo Xiangyi was about to stand up to block an attack from Yiran, but a soft force came from the palm holding Yiran, pushing Mo Xiangyi several feet away.

In Mo Xiangyi's horrified eyes, all attacks fell on Yi Ran.

Huang Zaihe smiled and turned around, the matter was decided!

But those five people were in trouble.

Let's just say it hit the young man. Whether it was a knife, a gun or a pair of fists, when he was half an inch away from Yiran, it would be difficult to move forward even an inch.

It's fair to say that he didn't hit, the attacks were all in the right place, and the power of the fist, wind, knife and air gun continued to vent on Yiran's body.

However, regardless of whether he was hit or not, this young man did not suffer any harm under such an offensive.

Before they could express any surprise or react, they suddenly understood what kind of speed this young man possessed.

Yiran raised his right arm and placed it on the chest of the eight-star martial artist in front of him. He stretched his left hand over his head and pulled off the second martial artist and smashed it into the face of the gun-wielding martial artist.

As soon as he stepped on his right foot, a surge of energy immediately shattered several wind blades. At the same time, with his left foot as the center of the circle, his whole body spun around and stepped on the chests of the two great martial artists with two feet in succession.

In an instant, five powerful martial artists flew out simultaneously, knocking down countless ancient trees.

In the eyes of everyone who watched the battle, they only saw the five masters standing there without any reaction, and then they were beaten and flew backwards, without the slightest chance to fight back.

Only the great magician showed a horrified look, and their mental power keenly grasped that point, even though the speed was still faster than their reaction.

Maybe their eyesight can keep up with the speed of young people, but their reactions are far behind!

This is why those five people could only watch his attacks fall on themselves without any counter-reaction.

The five people were instantly repulsed. No matter how arrogant Huang Zaihe was, he realized that this young man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

The five people in the distance slowly descended and climbed up, their mouths twitching, the pain was heartbreaking, and they gritted their teeth secretly to save face.

Seeing that they were not seriously injured, Huang Zaihe felt relieved a little.

Although this young man is fast, his internal strength is not deep enough to cause fatal injuries in a short time.

He was about to open his mouth, but before he could say anything, the young man's figure appeared in front of him and said coldly: "Are you trying to say that my inner strength is not deep enough to kill people, as long as you surround me?

Just make it so that I can’t take advantage of my speed?”

Huang Zaihe was sweating coldly and the muscles on his face were twitching. He never thought that this person could break through the siege of six people with his speed alone. Even if he was not a martial artist, his strength would not be much worse.

However, there was some luck in his heart, and he still said arrogantly: "You are very strong. If you had just struck out with a sword, maybe my head would have fallen to the ground. Even if you didn't draw the sword, you would have punched me with all your strength, and maybe I would have been seriously injured."

"But you are so conceited that you are standing here talking to me. Do you really think that so many of me are just decorations? Or do you think that I am just a trash that can be killed?"

"Hey hey hey!"

Huang Zaihe looked at the young man standing in front of him, without any fear, but there was a golden light shining in the sky, like a golden bell coming to the world and motionless as a mountain.

Then the golden bell continued to get smaller, and instead of turning into gauze like Mo Xiangyi did, it turned into a small bell that just covered his whole body.

Huang Zaihe's voice suddenly became high-pitched, as if he was showing some extraordinary strength.

"The Earth Level Ling Mansion - the Yaoshi Bell Ling Mansion! Boy, after I cast the Yaoshi Bell, even a three-star or four-star martial arts master will have trouble breaking through the defense. What are you going to do to fight me?"

All the servants of the Huang family were full of envy, and those great martial artists who were beaten away were even more unbelievable and greedy.

If it weren't for the innate talent of the special spirit house, it's hard to say that what they are thinking about now is not to seize the treasure, but how to take advantage of the opportunity to kill people and seize the spirit house.

However, the young man said something that everyone, including Mo Xiangyi, could not believe.

"Yaoshi Bell? I think it's just a turtle shell, right? Why speak so grandly?"

"And why do I need to use a sword to kill you?"

The whole place was silent!

To kill a powerful martial artist who has used the defense of the Earth Level Spirit Mansion, he is not ready to use weapons. This is something that a great martial artist dares to say!

Yiran took a step forward and used his fingers as a sword, pointing at the Yaoshi Bell outside Huang Zaihe's body.

The next scene made everyone scream in horror and rush towards Yiran.

When Yiran's two fingers pointed at the Yaoshi Clock, the golden light was like fragile glass exploding in an instant.

After one piece exploded, it was shattered into pieces, and there was no more golden light.

Huang Zaihe only felt an extremely sharp sword energy, but it hit the Yaoshi Bell like a blunt instrument.
Chapter completed!