Li Yan, whose body was covered with bruises and his face was stained with blood, could not utter a word while his mouth was trembling.

The punched fist stopped in the air, the bloody and broken arm remained still, and everything in front of Yiran stopped.

I suddenly remember this familiar scene very clearly. It was an existence that even the self-destruction of the magic spirit in the mid-term could not break.

Now this scene appeared before Yiran's eyes again.

A young figure flew over from a distance and stood in front of Yi Ran in the blink of an eye, but his eyes were completely focused on Li Yan.

The young man pinched Li Yan's injured arm with his fingers, and then wiped all the blood on Li Yan's clothes with disgust.

Only then did San San speak:

"Ouch, Elder Li Yan, what's wrong with your arm? All the bones are broken!"

"Even if you use spiritual-level healing potions, I'm afraid it will take a long time to recover, and even if you recover, there may be sequelae. After all, it is a lack of new bones that have been tempered."

After saying that, the young man seemed to remember something again and began to look around.

After discovering the long knife on the ground in the distance, he began to ask in a surprised tone:

"Why, today you don't use the knife but use your fists? But even if you practice boxing, you don't need to throw away the knife, right?"

"That magic-suppressing knife of yours, Lao Shizi, is quite impressive when you think about it!"

It seemed that the young man was not happy if Li Yan was not touched. He ignored Yiran completely and started to circle around Li Yan.

"To deal with a little guy who has just entered the spiritual realm, to be in such a bad situation, it seems that you are just a loser without a knife."

"Fortunately, I thought you were so great before. If we weren't in Luotian Peak, I would have wanted to beat you."

As he spoke, the young man tapped Li Yan's chest with his finger, jumped back, shouted "Ha", and then punched Li Yan in the chest.

However, under the punch, Li Yan's body only shook in place a few times, but Li Yan suddenly retracted his hand, and then kept waving it.

"The martial arts cultivator's body is really tough. It seems that he won't be able to use his fists to do bad things in the future."

After doing all this, the young man finally let go of Li Yan, turned around and knelt down to look at Yi Ran who was sitting on the ground.

Yiran's eyes were also on the young king looking at each other. Just because he was not on good terms with Li Yan did not mean that he would definitely help him. He might even be an oriole watching a mantis stalk a cicada.

But Yiran, who was in the opponent's territory, could hardly move his lips, let alone speak.

"You are a very good boy. You have only been a member of the sect for a few years and you have already laid Li Yanqian down. Do you want to come to Luotian Peak to hang out with me?"

"Hey, you kid, don't look at me and say nothing. Luo Tianfeng's treatment is pretty good, and your status in the sect is high. I only invited you because of your talent."

"Otherwise, even if you have broken through the spiritual level and have terrifying talents, you will still have to immerse yourself in the headquarters for two years."

"Hey, hey, hey, you kid, don't be so shameless. I invited you kindly, but you didn't even say a word!"

The young man who was gradually losing his patience reached out and grabbed Yiran's already torn clothes, pulled Yiran to him, and said in a very fierce and even threatening tone:

"Don't be ungrateful, I have already invited you sincerely!"

When the young man saw that Yiran still had no intention of opening his mouth to speak, he remembered that he had just pulled Yiran over.

It took him a moment to understand something, and then he immediately let go of his hand, letting Yiran resume his previous position and sit on the ground.

"Song Tianpeng, die for me!"

Li Yan, who felt the disappearance of his domain, did not hit Yiran with his raised fist, but directly hit the young man named Song Tianpeng in front of him.

But an unexpected scene appeared again.

Song Tianpeng was so weak that he took the initiative to hit Li Yan, but felt extremely painful. Li Yan flew out without even turning around.

After smashing dozens of big trees, it stopped and fell to the ground.

Yiran understood that Song Tianpeng, who did not turn around, was extremely confident in his own fighting power because of the king's absolute suppression of the monks below him.

However, Yiran never expected that Song Tianpeng said directly:

"It's funny, my body didn't have time to react too fast, otherwise I really want to see him flying away with my own eyes."

Song Tianpeng sighed, and then continued:

"It's all thanks to your boxing skills, otherwise my body might be even weaker."

"But have you decided whether to join Luo Tianfeng or not?"

"And you have to know that only by joining Luo Tianfeng will you avoid these pickled things."

"Moreover, only if you join Luo Tianfeng, Luo Yifeng will not be remembered by others. After all, you have too many secrets."

Yiran looked at the young man named Song Tianpeng in front of him, and remembered a word that he had only heard in that world, "Second Secondary School".

But no matter what Song Tianpeng's character was, Yiran still listened carefully to his opinions.

But Yiran's final answer was only one word "no".

"I am the child picked up by Grandpa Gude. Although my current cultivation and combat strength are all obtained by my own chance."

"But I have always had only one purpose in joining the Luotian Sect, and that is to revive Grandpa Gude."

"Now that Luo Yifeng has made some progress, he is being targeted by other factions. You just don't care, but you still want me to leave Luo Yifeng?"

"Senior Song Tianpeng, I wonder if you have a firm belief that must be realized?"

"Or, is there someone you must protect?"

"Then I can tell my seniors that reviving Luo Yifeng is my belief, and every disciple of Luo Yifeng is someone I must protect."

"And what I did today was just to seek justice for those junior brothers who died innocently at the hands of my fellow disciples."

Yiran coughed up blood and spoke his thoughts hoarsely, but Song Tianpeng turned away somehow, pretending not to want to hear.

Seeing Song Tianpeng turn around, Yiran had a wry smile on his face. He could only feel sad secretly, lamenting that the huge Luo Tianzong could not tolerate small justice.

Yi Ran, who was originally unable to fight anymore but never let go of the Peach Blossom Sword, finally put down the Peach Blossom Sword.

He no longer paid attention to the sound of the Peach Blossom Sword and let the Peach Blossom Sword fall to the ground.

He was too tired from practicing all the way. Huang Huang was forced to withdraw from the Huang family, and he encountered threats from the Luotian Sect.

Is there no sense of friendship between blood relatives and the same clan in the face of interests?

For the first time in his practice, Yiran felt extremely tired, which is the loneliness that can only be felt by a lone traveler without any companions.

His mind gradually became dead, endless darkness enveloped Yiran, and a kind of coldness that penetrated deep into his soul froze Yiran's thoughts.

I don't know how long I have been sinking in the darkness, but suddenly a crystal clear ruby ​​appeared in the endless darkness, and the light emanating from the ruby ​​lit up a place in the darkness.

Yiran followed the direction of the light and walked to the foothold illuminated by the ruby.

When Yiran looked up again, what he saw was a golden dragon, and the light was its dragon energy.

Yiran immediately came to his senses, this dragon is the dragon vein of Baishou Town, and the ruby ​​​​is his own blood!

Yiran, who wanted to understand this, began to gradually feel that she was wrapped in warmth, and memories emerged in her mind.

The butterfly I caught with Yudie, the road I walked with the beggar Zhang San, the wine I drank with Huang Zhan and Ma Mingyao, was carried away by Mo Xiangyi, and spent life and death with Song Yulong and the others.

Yiran finally came to his senses and realized that he had never been alone.

Since you are never alone on your journey, how can you give up so easily?

Suddenly, Yiran opened his eyes, and the Peach Blossom Sword, which had a close connection with Yiran, flew directly into Yiran's hand.

Using the Peach Blossom Sword to support her body with difficulty, Yiran looked at Song Tianpeng's back tremblingly and murmured:

"Even if I die, I will not abandon my beliefs, let alone give up easily."

"If I really get the step where I have no choice, then let me die for my faith!"

Song Tianpeng still did not turn around, but stretched out his left hand and waved it casually and said:

"Only with great strength can you get the justice you want. Everything else is just nonsense."

"I just pointed out an easier path for you. Since you don't want to choose, you would rather go down the bumpy road."

"Then I respect your choice and hope you can move forward unswervingly."

"After all, it's all your own choice!"

Yiran was about to nod, but Song Tianpeng said bluntly:

"Then I'll show you what power is!"

As he spoke, the sky above his head suddenly darkened, and dozens of thunder suddenly crashed down, followed by countless streams of flames interspersed among the thunder, giving the appearance of doomsday approaching.

But when this destructive force came to Yiran and the others, it seemed to be pressing on a barrier.

The tears and flames destroyed the entire plain to pieces, but it was like there was an umbrella above the two of them, blocking all attacks for them.

This umbrella is Song Tianpeng's spiritual power. God is indeed fair sometimes.

Song Tianpeng's body is even weaker than ordinary people, but his mental power has surpassed many kings.

Even compared to the ancestor of the Huang family, it is even worse.

Yiran looked at the sudden appearance of destructive magic with confusion. After a long time, he saw two waves of people coming from the direction of Luotian Sect.

"Damn it, who asked you to perform magic? What on earth do you want to do!"
To be continued...