The wealthy people of Daye City like to use magnificent buildings to show their status.

The Huo family is splendid, the Xu family's park style, and the Wang family's mountain building.

Compared with the previous two, the villa area of the Wang family is much smaller, but it is layered on top of each other, and there are continuous stone steps between the buildings, which extend upwards. The higher the status, the higher the residence, and there is a very strict hierarchy of status. At the top is the residence of the head of the family, a three-story ancient building with a glazed roof and sharp corners.

Standing at the gate of the outer wall, there is a wide road in front of you, with steps in the middle and slopes on both sides, integrating walking and driveway.

The young man looked calm and began to ascend the steps in the middle of the road.

The first obstructionists arrived as scheduled.

The leader's name is Song Yuankai, in his early thirties, he is really second-order strength, a typical biao-shaped man, shirtless, carrying a strangely shaped hammer on his shoulder, looking at Li Changjing condescendingly, and said disdainfully: "What kind of extraordinary master, a hairy boy under the age of twenty, how powerful can he be?" ”

There were five or six subordinates standing behind Song Yuankai, and they couldn't help but laugh when they heard this. One of them said disdainfully: "Brother Kai, this kid's face is pale and his steps are unsteady, he can't be a sick ghost, right?" You can do it later, don't smash him out of the with a hammer weighing more than 100 pounds. ”

Song Yuankai sneered, didn't talk nonsense, copied the hammer on his shoulder in his hand, and rushed down the steps.

A cultivator of the second order is really a very powerful master in the eyes of ordinary people, and he is a guest of honor in any family and enjoys extremely high treatment.

Song Yuankai stepped in front of Li Changjing in a few steps, raised the hammer high, shouted loudly, and smashed it down.

Li Changjing raised his head, stretched out his hand, and threw a punch.

Several of Song Yuankai's subordinates immediately screamed: "This kid is really a fool, he uses his fists to fight hard with a hammer, that's not looking for death......"

Before the words fell, only a knock was heard, and Song Yuankai's hundred-pound hammer was knocked away by Li Changjing's punch, falling far away, hitting the stone steps, making a series of piercing collision sounds, and sparks flew everywhere.

Song Yuankai's face changed greatly, he didn't care about the hands that were cracked, let their blood flow, turn around and run.

Li Changjing took one step at a time, grabbed the back of his neck with his right hand, and threw it hard, and the strong man of nearly 180 pounds was thrown more than 10 meters away by him like a toy, and hit the courtyard wall of a villa on the left-hand side, rumbling, and fainting on the spot.

The young man was expressionless, and he passed the five or six stunned men with weak legs and continued to ascend.

A second group of blockers soon arrived.

"Stop!"

Two really second-order cultivators, with more than a dozen subordinates, appeared on the platform of the second step, led by a man in his early forties, with a sturdy body, with an inch of hair, a round face, with sharp edges on his face, wearing a white vest, standing there with his bare hands, and said with an angry face: "My Wang family is also a stinky fish and rotten shrimp like you can break in casually?" ”

Li Changjing, who was pale, just looked at him and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The inch-headed man smiled proudly, raised his head and said, "My name is Wang Jian, Wang Yanan is my nephew, I am his fifth uncle, I heard that you are here to find him?" ”

Li Changjing shook his head and said, "If the son doesn't teach, the father is at fault." I'm looking for your entire royal family. ”

Wang Jian seemed to hear a big joke, laughed wildly, rushed down the steps in a few steps, and punched Li Changjing in the face.

Li Changjing's body turned, dodged his fist, and appeared on Wang Jian's left side, he raised his foot and stepped on Wang Jian's knee, only to hear a click, Wang Jian's left leg was instantly broken from the knee, crooked to ninety degrees, and the sudden sharp pain made him let out a huge scream.

Li Changjing raised his hand, and with one punch, Wang Jian fell to the ground, he leaned down, and with another punch, Wang Jian's chest was dented, and he vomited blood, and his whole body convulsed.

Li Changjing stood up, coughed, and asked the other cultivator, "What's your name?" ”

The cultivator subconsciously took two steps back, feeling sincere fear at this young man who had beaten Wang Jian in ten seconds, his legs were like a sieve, and he said tremblingly: "My name is Zhang, Zhang ......"

Li Changjing nodded, "It turns out that he is not surnamed Wang." He waved his hand five or six meters away, and the cultivator surnamed Zhang immediately felt like he had been hit by an invisible fist, and the whole person fell to the ground, and a purple-red fist mark slowly appeared on his face.

Li Changjing looked at the faint figure in front of him and smiled: "I'm very short on time, please call someone who is powerful to come out." ”

The group of subordinates brought by Wang Jian dispersed in a hurry and went back to report the news.

Li Changjing took out the bottle of Qibao Qi Nourishing Pill from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and waited until the Yuan Force in his body slowly became abundant before he took a step forward and continued to walk up.

Soon, someone in the Wang family issued a notice to tell people below the second order not to come forward, so as not to give their lives in vain.

As a result, Li Changjing was unimpeded, and he walked all the way to the sixth step before he was stopped by a full ten really second-order cultivators.

The ten men dragged a large iron net, made up of finger-thick steel ropes, so tough that they dragged them to the ground and chirped.

Li Changjing didn't dodge or dodge, let these ten people cover the iron net on top of his head, and then pressed down at the same time, intending to force him to kneel, Li Changjing suddenly exerted force with both hands, grabbed the mesh and pulled it hard, the formation of these cultivators immediately collapsed, and two of them didn't even have time to let go, they were forcibly dragged by him, punched them head-on, kicked them backhand, knocked them away, rolled down the steps a few times, and passed out.

As soon as the formation was chaotic, the remaining eight cultivators could no longer maintain the integrity of the iron net, and they were pulled by Li Changjing a few, and immediately staggered, plus with the lessons of the two previous cars just now, they didn't dare to pull the iron net anymore, and finally Li Changjing successfully got out of the net.

Seeing that the iron net was useless, the eight cultivators glanced at each other, and they all saw each other's horror.

However, they did not flinch because of the strength of the crowd, they each shouted loudly, and rushed up in several groups in turn, intending to use the advantage of numbers to consume Li Changjing alive.

The young man who was only wearing a thin shirt suddenly spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, and the majestic momentum on his body was immediately weakened, he quickly took out a jet-black pill and put it in his mouth, and after a few seconds, the amazing breath recovered again.

Li Changjing's eyes were red, the surface of the skin on his body was covered with a faint layer of blood, and the green tendons around his body were exposed, as if he was enduring intense pain.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed one of the trainers who was running at the front, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The cultivator who was already able to run rampant in Daye City and had the strength of the second order was really second-order, but he couldn't move, and said in horror: "My name is Liang Shibin——"

Li Changjing snorted and shook it hard, and the cultivator named Liang Shibin was thrown down the steps far away by him, rolling down below, screaming miserably.

Li Changjing stepped forward, brought out the remnants of the Dao Dao behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the two cultivators, grabbed their throats with both hands, and asked, "What about your names?" ”

The two cultivators were furious, struggling while scolding, "We are members of the Wang family, you dare to hurt us......"

Before the words fell, Li Changjing had already slammed their heads together, and with a bang, the two cultivators each let out a miserable scream, their heads broke and blood flowed, and they fell to the ground softly.

Li Changjing squatted down and punched them in the lower abdomen, knocking a hole in their stomachs and vomiting blood and fainting.

Next, Li Changjing repeated his old tricks, and every time he caught someone, he asked their names, and gradually those cultivators found out the clues, knowing that Li Changjing was specifically picking on the Wang family, so they all tacitly stopped signing up for their own numbers, thinking that this would make this terrifying young man have some concerns.

Li Changjing smiled slightly, he simply didn't bother to ask again, every time he caught a cultivator, he directly punched through the stomach, allowing the Yuan Li that was disordered like a storm to circulate around their wounds, and threw garbage to the side.

Four or five people were abolished in a row, and those cultivators who were not from the Wang family were already completely frightened, and they shouted out their names one after another in order to survive; As for the cultivators of the Wang family, their faces were pale, they couldn't pull their faces to escape, and they couldn't do the embarrassing thing of reporting a false name, after Li Changjing made this clear, he found one accurate, and abolished two people one after another, and there were only two of the ten cultivators who pulled the iron net, all of them were as pale as earth, and they retreated to the side, not daring to act rashly.

Li Changjing's face was indifferent, and he went up the steps and continued to ascend.

Layer 8 platform.

Li Changjing raised his head, looked at the dozen or so people standing not far in front, and smiled: "Which one is Wang Yanan and his father?" ”

Wang Qiankun, the head of the Wang family, had a distorted face, and shouted with red eyes: "Everyone will return to me!" This person deliberately smashed the Dao fetus of my Wang family, and his methods were vicious and ill-intentioned! Third uncle and fourth uncle, the master of the second order can't stop him, so I can only ask you to make a move! ”

In the procession, two sixty-year-old men with similar appearances stood up, all with white beards and thin cheeks, each wearing a black coat, with their backs bent, and came to Li Changjing.

The young man, who was coughing, took out a gray pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the next moment, the momentum on his body increased several times without warning, his whole body was surging with Yuan Force, whistling, and the clothes on his body were windless, as if he was in a storm whirlpool.

The faces of the two old men changed greatly, and they each took a step back, exclaiming, "Just now, it was really a third-order, how did it become an out-of-this-world realm!?" ”