Chapter 33: Focus
Not only Zhang Liang was shocked, but even everyone in the Yellow Crane Tower showed a shocked face.
They all know that Zhang Liang's Wuhua Sect is an extremely powerful sect, although it is not as good as the three major forces such as the Ethereal Palace, but it is not much weaker, especially after taking refuge in the imperial court and getting the support of the imperial court, the power is even greater.
And Zhang Liang is the son of the elder of Wuhuanmen, so he dares to flirt with the women of the good family in a restaurant opened by the prince like this, and dares to bully men and women on the street.
And he is a real martial arts master, in a place like the Imperial City, where there are many masters, in terms of his age, he can be regarded as a master, but he was shocked by a young man who didn't look like a frightening wind, how can people not be shocked?
Although shocked, these people from Wuhuanmen saw that their son-in-law was repelled and did not get any benefits, so they immediately surrounded Xiao Yuan and the others.
The people in the Yellow Crane Tower, seeing this trend of really having to do it, immediately settled the bill and left, because they didn't want to be affected by this fight, and besides, forces like Wuhuanmen were not something they could provoke.
Xiao Yuan's face was indifferent, he glanced at the twenty or so people who surrounded him and others, and said in a cold voice.
"I said, don't make trouble, don't force me!"
"Hmph, I don't want to make trouble, I don't want to do anything, I just want you to leave this woman behind and accompany Lao Tzu to be happy!" Zhang Liang also said coldly, his eyes staring at Yue Lan even more frantically, and he already had killing intent towards Xiao Yuan in his heart.
He is the son of the elder of the Wuhua Sect, and he has a transcendent status and full of prestige wherever he goes, but today Xiao Yuan has made him lose face, so he has a murderous intention.
"Looking for death!" Regarding Zhang Liang's words, Xiao Yuan only said two faint words, endure and endure, and endure it unbearable.
"You are looking for death!" Xiao Yuan's words also made Zhang Liang angry, and he roared, his body flashed towards Xiao Yuan as fast as lightning, and his fist was even more condensed with rich spiritual power, blasting out, instantly tearing the air and making a sneering sound.
Before the fist arrived, the amazing spiritual power wind had already blasted in front of Xiao Yuan.
An unimaginable coercion made Yue Lan's body behind Xiao Yuan retreat again and again, this is the strength of the Martial King, even if it is a wasteland, he has to use his strength to resist.
And Xiao Yuan himself also felt a strong coercion, this was almost his first real battle, and as soon as he fought it, he was a strong man at the level of a martial king, although he had seen a martial arts sect before, and even a martial tyrant-level person, thinking that the martial king was not strong, but when he really met it head-on, he knew that it was powerful.
The previous Zhang Liang was knocked back by Xiao Yuan was just careless, he didn't expect Xiao Yuan to have such a powerful power, so at this moment, his face was hideous, and he no longer had a heart to underestimate, and a punch containing terrifying spiritual power blasted straight in.
This seemingly simple punch made Xiao Yuan feel that there was no chance to dodge, and the spiritual power on the fist had firmly locked him.
It's just that Xiao Yuan doesn't have much confidence that he will be able to take such a terrifying punch, even if he uses the strength of his whole body.
"Hmph!" But Xiao Yuan was not afraid, his face was ruthless, he roared, and a black light suddenly burst out of his mind, shooting directly at Zhang Liang's head.
Zhang Liang was also shocked by the sudden black mang, and the body that rushed backwards abruptly, and the powerful punch was immediately retracted.
And Xiao Yuan naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, and the moment Zhang Liang's body retreated, he came to his side, and a punch containing the strength of his whole body slammed into the opponent's chest.
Because Xiao Yuan cultivated the Guiyuan Divine Technique, his speed was extremely fast, and even the Martial King might not be able to compare, so he was able to seize this period and give Zhang Liang a hard blow, and Zhang Liang couldn't resist the punch behind him in order to avoid Xiao Yuan's previous black mang.
"Bang"
only heard a loud noise, Zhang Liang's body was directly blasted away, slammed into the wall, and even cracked the wall, and blood sprayed in his mouth.
"Childe!"
Seeing that his son-in-law was actually blown away by a punch, his face changed greatly, and then he cursed viciously at Xiao Yuan: "Damn, boy, you actually dare to use a hidden weapon!"
And Xiao Yuan didn't pay attention to these people at all, but he didn't continue to attack, because this is the imperial city, and he can't kill people at will, even if he can kill them, it's not easy to kill, because the other party is a real martial king powerhouse, if it weren't for his strong soul power, he was already a puppet master, and it was he who was beaten away before.
Moreover, putting aside Zhang Liang's own strength, if he is killed, the forces behind him will definitely not give up.
I have just come to the Imperial City, and my feet have not yet stood firm, but I don't want to cause such a big deal of right and wrong.
Seeing Xiao Yuan punch the Martial King, everyone in the restaurant once again showed a shocked look, especially those who knew Zhang Liang's details, they didn't expect that he would be defeated by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy
As for Yue Lan behind Xiao Yuan, a trace of blush appeared on her cold face, she didn't know what she was thinking, but a strange emotion sprouted in her heart, this kind of emotion she had never had before, until Xiao Yuan blocked her behind her.
And Zhang Liang stood up with the support of his subordinates, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and stopped his subordinates from cursing: "He is a puppeteer, don't scold, let's go!"
As soon as the three words of puppeteer came out, the entire Yellow Crane Tower fell silent, and they all looked at Xiao Yuan in horror.
Puppeteer, what a mysterious and noble profession?
However, no one could have imagined that Xiao Yuan would be a puppeteer.
What's even more unbelievable is that a puppeteer whose physical strength can blast away the Martial King's powerhouse is simply unbelievable.
Everyone in the world knows that puppeteers only pursue soul power, and they can't exercise their physique at all, even if they want to exercise, they can't exercise, everyone has only one profession, and if the puppeteer chooses soul power, he can no longer practice martial arts, which is the unchanging law of the world, so even if the puppeteer exercises his physique, he can only exercise like ordinary people, run and run, and increase his physical functions.
Where will there be a puppeteer who can rely on his physical strength to blast away the martial artist, even the strong martial king.
When everyone exclaimed, in the VIP seat on the second floor of the Yellow Crane Tower, a man's gaze was also forgotten, his manhood was extraordinary, and his expression was indifferent, but when he saw Xiao Yuan, his face changed suddenly, and he said excitedly: "It can't be him!"
"Lin Gongzi, who is he?" On the side of the man, a woman with a delicate face that shocked the heavens and the earth sat upright, the woman was in a tight red robe, and her skirt was split from the root of her thigh to the bottom of the skirt, as if she was saying a word with a mesmerizing tone, at this moment, she looked over with the man's gaze and then asked softly.
However, the man whispered to himself, as if thoughtfully: "Maybe I think too much, the world is so big, there are too many people who look alike! And that person has been killed by my father!"
"Lin Gongzi, what are you talking about?" Seeing the man's uncertain expression muttering to himself, the rather bewitching woman on the side asked again.