Because of the existence of the prohibition, the secular world and the ancient martial world were divided into two worlds.

When an immortal cultivator comes to the secular realm, his strength will be forcibly suppressed to the left and right of the great grandmaster, and his spiritual power cannot be exerted, and he can only release the same internal strength as ordinary martial artists.

Even if Qin Yang had an external existence, he could only exert one or two percent of the power of cultivating immortals.

However, the bald old man in front of him had spiritual power when he made a move, which somewhat surprised Qin Yang, feeling that the other party was not affected by the prohibition.

Boom!

A muffled sound rang out.

Under the powerful collision, Qin Yang felt that the other party was pressing over like a giant tank, and with a muffled snort, he flew out upside down, smashing the tables and chairs behind him.

The old man blasted out a move, but did not pursue, but looked at Qin Yang coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qin, if you don't go all out, today will be your death!"

"Why are you able to exert the power of cultivating immortals? Qin Yang said curiously.

A sneer smiled at the corner of the bald old man's mouth: "Not everything in this world exists in the rules, such as Mr. Qin?"

"It's interesting, it's a pity that your immortal cultivation power is not pure, and it looks like it was catalyzed by a special drug. Right?"

Qin Yang smiled faintly.

was exposed to the truth, the bald old man's face suddenly changed, and he snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, let the old man see how much strength the legendary dragon soul has!"

"Whew-"

His figure swooped down again, his fingers curled together, and he shot out a razor-sharp blade of wind.

Qin Yang's eyes flickered slightly, and when the wind blade struck, he turned sideways slightly, and with a click, the stone pillar behind him was smashed into pieces.

"Heavenly Thunder Legs!"

The bald old man swept into the air, his right leg was faintly covered with a layer of electric light, and the powerful coercion of the carrier threw it out.

Some of the calligraphy and paintings on the surrounding walls were blown to pieces by the strong wind, and the onlookers all exclaimed, and some young masters and young ladies who had never seen a big scene collapsed directly to the ground.

"Beautiful!

Tie Shaoyan clapped his hands and smiled, his eyes flashed, he looked at Chunchun, and said with a smile: "Beauty, are you interested in rolling the sheets tonight?"

Chunchun smiled: "Okay, I'm afraid that your subordinates won't be able to win against my husband." ”

"Just by your words, Lao Tzu will kill you tonight!"

Tie Shaoyan laughed loudly, picked up the red wine on the table casually, poured it into his crotch like a madman, and hissed: "Cool! wash my brother first, so as not to be unhelpful when you get it." ”

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Over there, the battle is fierce.

"One sword breaks mountains and rivers!!"

Looking at the fierce attack of the bald old man, Qin Yang didn't bother to dwell too much, pulled out his long sword, and shot out an arc of purple light, as if holding a round of purple moon in his hand, and the cold fluctuated.

Wherever the blade passed, it was as if even the air had been torn apart.

The chill emitted by the sword light made the pores of the bald old man quietly shrink, and he turned around in the air, and countless thunderbolts kicked out from his right foot.

"Crackle!"

The thunder and lightning smashed on the sword light, and the sound of electricity came from the entire air, Qin Yang shook his wrist, shaved the thunder and lightning clean, and shook his backhand.

Thorn -

There was a bloody cut on the old man's thigh.

But his body shrank into a ball strangely, rolled in front of Qin Yang like a ball, and before the other party could react, he stretched out a solid kick and kicked Qin Yang's chest.

This kick weighs as much as a thousand pounds!

Not to mention people, even a small car can be kicked and scrapped by him.

Click!

The expected sound of bone cracking sounded.

However, it was the bald old man who screamed, and saw that his calf had been cracked and slightly bent. On the contrary, Qin Yang did not move, except for the shoe print on his chest, there was no big problem.

"How did you—"

The bald old man staggered back a few steps, covered his broken little face, and looked at Qin Yang in shock.

"I'm sorry, I've also practiced the Golden Bell Jar, and besides, the power of cultivating immortals that you rely on drugs to stimulate is not orthodox after all, and the copycat will always be the copycat. ”

Qin Yang said lightly, and the long sword in his hand shot out again.

"The cultivation of immortals is a supernatural law, how can there be any copycat orthodoxy, the old man doesn't believe it!"

The bald old man's palm slapped on the floor and rose into the air, all the wine bottles on the surrounding tables were broken, and the wine seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force and gathered in the old man's palm.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!!"

Countless red wines condensed into a long sword, swirling wildly around him.

With a cold drink, countless water swords roared out, covering the sky and the sun, scaring some of the guests in the hall into hugging their heads, for fear that they would suffer.

"Even your little rubbish spell is worthy of being called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, tarnishing such a lofty name!"

Qin Yang snorted coldly, urging the magic trick!

"Ping-pong!ping!ping!"

The water sword tore apart, turning into drops of liquor and spilling on the ground.

The spiritual power swept through, and a buzzing sound erupted, and the old man spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, took a few steps back, and the spiritual power around his body began to slowly dissipate.

"What's the matter? The potion is starting to fail?"

The corners of Qin Yang's mouth twitched, and the long sword in his hand shook violently, and the liquor that had originally been spilled on the ground floated up again, turning into a giant python.

Poof-

The giant python directly penetrated the old man's chest, bringing a burst of blood mist.

The entire hall became unusually quiet at this moment.

The bald old man fell to his knees with a thud, looked down at a bloody hole in his chest, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, and finally fell to the ground, lifeless.

It was a few seconds before a woman's screams erupted from the crowd.

Tie Shaoyan was stunned for a while, scolded, got up and was about to walk towards the staircase, just took two steps, and found that there was an extra person in front of him, it was Qin Yang, who was looking at him coldly.

"So in a hurry to leave?" Qin Yang seemed to smile.

"Brother, you cow, I admire you. ”

Tie Shao stretched out his thumb, pointed to his crotch, and said, "Look, I'm scared to pee, look at me for such a pitiful sake, should you let me go?"

"Get on your knees and I'll think about it again. ”

Qin Yang said lightly.

Tie Shaoyan laughed: "It's my son, I haven't even knelt for him, what are you." Come, kill me, I'll see if you dare. ”

"As you wish. ”

Qin Yang took a step forward and slammed a punch into the opponent's chest.

Bang!

To Qin Yang's surprise, he felt that his fist had hit a ball of cotton, and he had no point. But Tie Shaoyan flew out upside down, flipped in the air, and landed lightly on the ground.

"That's all the strength?" Tie Shaoyan said with a smile.

Master?

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, extremely surprised.

"Stop!!"

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly came.

I saw a heavily armed Shenwu team rushing in and surrounding Qin Yang and them.

The leader was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, in his forties, wearing a Shenwu team uniform and a medal on his shoulder, and he didn't look like he was in a low position.

(End of chapter)