Yu Lianwu did not look at the situation in the medicinal forest, but looked straight at Yanshan. He just sneered a few times and said slowly: "When did it start? The Yan family can break into other families' territories and dictate what they want.
Are you being unscrupulous?"
When Yan Shan heard the tone of Yu Lianwu's words, he narrowed his eyes solemnly and the pupils in his eyes tightened, "I have said before, they are foreign enemies who invaded Tianyuan Continent. I saw them invading with my own eyes at the border."
"Crossing the border? Hahahahahaha..." Yu Lianwu couldn't help laughing loudly.
Listening to the harsh laughter, Yan Shan's face became more and more angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "What? Patriarch Yu doesn't believe it?"
"Believe? How can I believe it? Has the border flame gone out? Why didn't I hear about it? How did the foreign enemy invade? Fly over? Hahahaha..."
Yu Lianwu said, laughing again.
Yanshan snorted coldly, "Master Yu is right, he just flew here."
Yu Lianwu suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Yanshan coldly, "Emperor Yanshan is really good at joking. I told you that it is not the Yan family's turn to point fingers in my place. Emperor Yanshan, I am Yu."
There is no one you are looking for in our territory, please go back."
Yan Shan also looked at Yu Lianwu coldly, "What if I don't leave?"
"Then... I have to ask Emperor Yanshan for advice."
Yu Lianwu waved to Lao Yu and the others, who immediately retreated a few feet away.
Yan Shan also said to Yan Rong's group of people who were following him: "Don't worry about this place. Yan Rong brings people in, and we must catch the foreign enemies."
After Yan Rong heard this, he immediately called a group of people to enter the medicinal forest.
Lao Yutou and Yu Lou immediately rushed forward and stopped Yan Rong's pedestrians.
Yan Rong looked at Lao Yutou's somewhat rickety figure in front of him, and curled his lips with contempt, "Old guy, are you tired of living? You still dare to stop us."
Yan Rong himself was also a second-grade martial saint, and he also led a team of several peak third-grade warriors. He did not pay attention to these third-grade warriors, young and old, in front of him at all.
Lao Yutou was not angry at Yan Rong's disdain. He raised his fists to protect his chest and said without giving in: "Then today the old man will learn the clever tricks of Yan Rong's Martial Saint."
Yan Rong's disdainful eyes were unconcealed. He took off the long knife from his body and threw it into the hands of the people behind him. He jumped high towards Lao Yutou, and then struck Lao Yutou in the chest with his fists like thunder.
fall.
Lao Yutou did not dodge, and immediately stood firmly on the lower plate. His body sank slightly, and he also met the opponent with both fists. In an instant, the two men exchanged punches head-on.
Yan Rong's body was still in the air, and with the help of Lao Yutou's fists, he jumped back again and landed lightly on the ground.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. This old man, who was only at the peak of the third level, actually dared to take his punch without losing. No wonder Yanshan Martial Emperor said that he was the youngest Martial Saint in Jiuyan Continent.
When Old Yutou received this punch, he felt the energy and blood surge in his heart. His Dantian, which had been broken for a long time and had been managed through hard training over the years, was showing signs of being broken again.
Yu Lou stood closest behind Lao Yutou. He could see the slight trembling at Lao Yutou's feet. He didn't want to let him confront Yan Rong anymore, so he took a few steps forward and stood in front of Lao Yutou: "I'm here with Yu.
I went to the building and asked the martial sage Yan for advice."
Yan Rong glanced at him contemptuously, waved his hand back, and several third-level warriors behind him stepped forward and started fighting with Yu Lou, Yu Jian, and Yu Li.
At this time, Yu Lianwu and Yan Shan were already in the medicine field ten feet away from them. They were fighting with thunder and wind. Even though they were so far away from each other, they could still feel the wind of their palms and fists sweeping through the battle between the two Emperors.
The cold feeling on the body.
Yan Rong took a look at the state of his Martial Emperor at this time. He should not be defeated. He didn't want to waste time. He would take advantage of this time to snatch the person away.
Without much thought, he rushed in front of Lao Yutou again, and with the same move, he struck down Lao Yutou and chest with his fists.
He could see that Lao Yutou's Dantian was once broken, and he could no longer try his best to stimulate the Dantian's spiritual energy. The consequence would be that Lao Yutou's Dantian would be broken again and could no longer be reunited.
He just wanted to see whether Lao Yutou was willing to take the risk of his Dantian being shattered again and never being able to come together again.
Lao Yutou couldn't dodge at this time. As long as he dodge, Yan Rong would lead people into the medicinal forest. He wanted to hold Yan Rong back and let people lead Ming Zhiyuan and the others to leave the grain farm as quickly as possible.
Old Yutou saw Yan Rong strike out with all his spiritual power again, and knew his sinister intentions. This martial saint just wanted to force himself to deal with it with all his strength, so that his Dantian would be broken again, but he didn't want to dodge. Nor was he willing to dodge, it was still
The lower body sank slightly, and his fists struck Yan Rong's fists again.
After the roar, there was another crisp sound of the impact of bones,
Old Yutou could no longer stand still and took a few steps back. His face was flushed and his chest was heaving. He stared at Yan Rong's arrogant and contemptuous face with wide eyes. He finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
came out.
Yan Rong saw that Old Yutou's face suddenly turned as pale as a dish, snorted coldly in his nose, and led the family team towards the medicinal forest again.
Old Yutou watched Yan Rong turn around, tried hard to breathe, rushed a few steps, and stopped in front of Yan Rong, "Martial Saint Yan, I'm still here, don't be anxious."
After he tried hard to say these words, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, and red balls appeared on the sand. Without looking, Lao Yu wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves and spread his fists to protect him.
Chest.
"Come again!"
Old Yutou shouted and looked at Yan Rong with his eyes.
Yan Rong stared at the stubborn old man with an ugly expression, and pursed his lips sinisterly, "Do you really think I am a Martial Saint? I gave you a chance, but you don't want to live anymore."
As soon as the words were spoken, the aura on Yan Rong's body suddenly rose and spread around like a heat wave in the sea of sand.
Old Yutou was secretly surprised, this... turns out he is the Martial God? He is the Martial God, why should he hide his cultivation? He is just the Martial God, why should he hide his strength? Just to make fun of others?
Haha, that's right, the Yan clan's civil strife has been planned for a long time, otherwise why would this person hide his cultivation?
Old Yutou once again strengthened his judgment.
At the same time, he once again determined that he could not retreat. Even if he died, he would be dragged here. The head of the family must have been rushing here day and night, and there were other members of the Yu clan behind him. As long as he delayed the time,
When other tribesmen arrive, they will be able to pass this level.
Yan Rong had no patience anymore. He wanted to hide his strength and shine in the family competition, but it was ruined because of this damn stubborn old man.
In order to prevent long nights and long dreams, this stubborn Old Yutou must be dealt with as soon as possible. As his breath rose, his body swayed in front of Old Yutou. This time, before his feet even landed on the ground, he pointed straight towards Old Yutou with one palm.
Slap the top of the head.
Hearing the whirring sound caused by the wind in his palms, Old Yutou knew that he was probably going to die. He raised his palms upwards and stepped back slightly, but his palms had not yet touched Yan Rong's palms.
Then there was a snapping sound, followed by another muffled groan.
Then he saw Yan Rong's body bending slightly and flying sideways, and then a hoarse voice cursed.
"You bully a half-crippled old man on horseback. Are you addicted to bullying? You shameless thing, you are still a god of martial arts?"
Then he saw Ma Tao's tall figure appearing where Yan Rong was standing just now.