As Zhou Yuan spoke, his body's cultivation level exploded rapidly, like a torrent that enveloped Wu Yelu.
"Hahaha, I'm afraid you are not living in a dream, and you only have the third level of foundation building cultivation, but you still dare to be arrogant in front of me. Then I will cripple your limbs and cut off your tongue today to see how you can brag."
Wu Yelu couldn't help but sneer, but soon, the smile on his face froze.
Zhou Yuan turned into a black shadow and stepped forward, directly kicking Wu Yelu in the chest.
Wu Yelu was unable to defend himself. He suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard and took two steps back. If Nangong Shao hadn't stepped forward to help him in time, he might have fallen down.
"So fast." Wu Yelu was secretly shocked.
With his cultivation, he could naturally withstand the force of this kick, but Zhou Yuan's speed still made him unable to react in time.
Zhou Yuan shook his muscles and bones, then stared at Wu Yelu, hooked his fingers and said: "Come on, continue."
Wu Yelu saw Zhou Yuan's movements clearly, and then patted the dust on his chest.
"It turns out that you are also practicing the Xiaobaimai Body Fighting Technique. In that case, let you also experience my Xiaobaimai Body Fighting Technique." As he said that, Wu Yelu took action in shock, and the aura in his body was like a strong wind, and he rushed towards Zhou.
Yuan.
The same martial arts will produce different auras in different warriors.
What's more, what Zhou Yuan practiced was not the Small Hundred Meridians Body Fighting Technique, but the Great Hundred Meridians Body Fighting Technique.
The former is a fragment of a medium-level martial arts, while the latter is a complete chapter of Mahayana martial arts. The two are not on the same level at all.
After only a few rounds, Wu Yelu was slapped twice and sent flying.
"How is that possible?" Wu Yelu was shocked. He was slapped twice and felt burning pain on his face.
It was obviously the same move, but he felt that Zhou Yuan's move was even more unpredictable. The dragon seemed to be beginning but not ending, which almost dazzled him.
"Are you convinced?" Zhou Yuan said with a smile.
Wu Yelu was furious and immediately stepped forward again.
"It seems that you are not convinced, then I will beat you until you are convinced." Zhou Yuan also stepped forward to greet you.
Bang!
After a few more moves, Zhou Yuan stepped on Wu Yelu's stomach and kicked him back repeatedly.
"You are looking for death." Wu Yelu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to rush towards Zhou Yuan. At the same time, the mark between his eyebrows flickered and reflected back to his body, and his whole body suddenly glowed with golden light.
Wu Yelu's martial arts seal is Geng Jin martial arts seal, which has a protective effect on the body.
Spiritual energy surged between Zhou Yuan's fists, and wisps of lightning flashed faintly, and the two clashed instantly.
But after only a few moves, Wu Yelu was knocked to the ground with one punch.
"Are you convinced?"
"Not convinced."
Zhou Yuan went up and pushed Wu Yelu to the ground, and immediately his fists fell like raindrops on Wu Yelu's face. Every punch fell like a meteor falling, hitting the flesh, making Wu Yelu wail in pain.
He was clearly the seventeenth master on the inner sect list, but he was pushed to the ground and beaten violently by Zhou Yuan, leaving him no room to fight back.
"Is this the level of the inner sect ranking?" Zhou Yuan sneered disdainfully and kept pounding down his fists.
After a while, Wu Yelu couldn't hold it anymore. He hurriedly shouted: "Stop fighting, stop, stop fighting..."
Zhou Yuan stopped moving, but raised his fist high.
"Are you convinced?" Zhou Yuan asked.
Wu Yelu's face was filled with pain, "I'm convinced, I'm really convinced."
Zhou Yuan asked again, "Are you any more crazy?"
"No more crazy."
Only then did Zhou Yuan let go, stood up from Wu Yelu, and then stretched out his hand in front of Wu Yelu.
At this moment, Wu Yelu's cheek was swollen like a pig's head, and there was blood in his mouth and nose. He was very miserable. When he saw Zhou Yuan stretching out his hand, he thought Zhou Yuan wanted to help him up, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand.
Snapped!
Zhou Yuan slapped his hand away.
"Fuck you." Zhou Yuan cursed and stretched out his hand again.
Wu Yelu looked confused, looked at Zhou Yuan and asked, "What are you doing?"
"What are you talking about? You bullied me so much. If you don't pay some interest, do you think this matter can end?"
Wu Yelu's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly shook his head and said, "No."
"Then don't even think about leaving today, close the door." Zhou Yuan shouted.
Next to him, Su Ruobing immediately flashed, came to the door of the mansion, and closed the door.
At the same time, Zhou Yuan stepped forward again, his fist as big as a sandbag raised high, as if it was about to fall at any moment.
Zhou Yuan had his mind set on his points token. If he didn't give it to him, he would be beaten to death today.
Standing up and patting the dust on his body, Wu Yelu rubbed the Najie on his hand and looked at Zhou Yuan with great reluctance, "How much do you want?"
"How many do you have?" Zhou Yuan became interested.
Wu Yelu's eyes turned cold. What do you mean? Doesn't the other party want it all?
"I...I only have a few hundred thousand here." Wu Yelu flipped his hand, and a large number of point tokens appeared in his hand.
Seeing so many point tokens, Zhou Yuan was shocked.
As expected of the person ranked seventeenth on the inner sect list, he has accumulated so many point tokens.
However, Zhou Yuan did not show it, but shook his head and said: "Not enough. How can a genius who is seventeenth on the inner sect list only have this few points? Don't you usually perform tasks?"
Wu Yelu frowned. He was already heartbroken at the loss of more than 100,000 points. But in the end, the other party still thought it was not enough. He had no choice but to fight again and again, but he still came here to cause trouble. This was not the fault of himself.
He had no choice but to say: "I really only have this little on me, and the rest have been used up."
Zhou Yuan shook his head, "If it's not enough, you can try to get more."
Wu Yelu suddenly looked ugly. How could he get this together? Even if he took on a hundred tasks at once, he wouldn't be able to complete them within a few months.
The next moment, Wu Yelu looked at Nangong Shao.
Nangong Shao's heart tightened, he blinked a few times and quickly backed away.
"Nangong Shao, all this is caused by you. You still come to cause trouble if you have no ability. Hand over your points token quickly." Wu Yelu scolded.
Nangong Shao was speechless.
He brought Wu Yelu here because he really wanted to cause trouble for Zhou Yuan.
I just didn't expect that even Wu Yelu was no match for Zhou Yuan. He lost his wife and lost his troops.
"Why are you still hanging around? Hand it over quickly, otherwise you won't be able to feel better if I go back." Wu Yelu frowned.
Nangong Shao couldn't help but look panicked. He stepped forward, reluctantly took out his points token and handed it to Zhou Yuan.
"A bunch of poor people." Zhou Yuan got the advantage and behaved well, accepting the point tokens with a look of disgust.
Wu Yelu and Nangong Shao: "..."
Su Ruobing looked at it from a distance, her expression was very unnatural, thinking back to the past, how familiar this scene was to her, yes, it smelled like a rogue.
Nangong Shao was not ranked at all in the inner sect, so the points tokens he accumulated were pitiful, only a few thousand.
"Go away, don't let me see you again." Zhou Yuan then raised his foot and kicked Wu Yelu on the butt.
With the support of Nangong Shao, Wu Yelu hurriedly escaped from Nangong He's mansion.
It wasn't until he ran far away that Wu Yelu shouted bitterly: "You Zhou Yuan, if you dare to blackmail me, just wait for me, my brother will never spare you."
