Perhaps because he was really not used to Fan Xianhu's arrogant style, the streets that had been quiet suddenly regenerated waves.

There was a loud rumbling sound from the wall of the alley in front of them, and the solid stone brick wall suddenly shattered and collapsed, and a tall and strong man who was more than two meters tall and looked like a wall out of it, looking at the two people on the top of the carriage with a fierce look.

At this time, the roof of the carriage had been shattered, and Fan Xian and Yamu stood on the narrow walls on both sides.

Seeing the tall and strong man with bulging muscles, Fan Xian immediately reacted, and it should be this person who threw out the stone grinding plate just now.

"Hey, this physique is born with divine power!"

Fan Xian looked at the strong man's appearance in amazement.

In the world of celebrating more than one year, all martial artists below the level of the Great Grandmaster cannot fully represent their combat power.

It's like two martial artists of the same level, if one of them is just a normal body type, and the other looks like Hulk, the physical strength between the two is naturally very different.

Fan Xian thought back to the performance of the strong man, pondered his strength again, and then quickly made a judgment.

This strong man's realm is at least eight-rank, coupled with this strong body with innate divine power, even if it is an ordinary ninth-rank master, he may not be able to gain the upper hand in a head-to-head duel with him without weapons.

And Wuzhu had previously evaluated Fan Xian's strength, saying that he was the potential of the third grade and the reality of the seventh grade.

Taken together, at most, you can deal with the eight-rank masters.

So...... I've confirmed my eyes, and I'm the one who can't beat it!

Fan Xian made up his mind, jumped behind Ya Mu, pointed at the strong man and said arrogantly: "Brother Mu, beat him!" ”

Yamu: "......"

Teng Zijing: "......"

Too arrogant, too arrogant!

Teng Zijing couldn't help but cover his palms on his face, as if he was a little faceless.

Even he couldn't look at Fan Xian's arrogant appearance, let alone those assassins hiding in the shadows.

In an instant, two black lights appeared, one on the left and one on the right, like two pitch-black poisonous snakes, stabbing Fan Xian's neck and temples respectively.

Sensing the sound of the wind coming from his ears, Fan Xian was startled, and immediately leaned back on an iron plate bridge.

But the two sword lights flickered like poisonous snakes, and followed the past like shadows.

"Zheng—"

The sword body hummed, and the two pitch-black long swords stopped in front of Fan Xian, who was full of horror.

Yamu grabbed the junction of the two black swords with one hand, and looked indifferently at Fan Xian, who was bending down to the ground.

"Do you still pretend?"

“…… Hey! ”

Fan smiled casually, his expression a little embarrassed.

Yamu's palm shook, and the two swordsmen holding the black sword instantly felt like they had been hit hard, and their slender hands unconsciously let go of the hilt of the sword, falling heavily to the sides like two kites with broken strings.

"Bang!"

The two of them each slammed into the walls on either side of the alley, and quickly stood up against the walls.

It was at this time that Fan Xian discovered that the two assassins were actually women dressed in black.

Fan Xian immediately stood up with a carp, looked at the black sword in Ya Mu's hand and said: "These two people are ruthless, and their moves are all aimed at my life, and this sword is also painted with non-reflective black paint, smeared with poison that seals the throat with blood, it is obvious that they are experienced professional assassins!" ”

"Do you still have to say that?"

Yamu said angrily: "And shouldn't you worry about me being injured by this poison first?" ”

Fan Xian smiled and said: "I also use poison, the poison on this sword is indeed a bloody throat seal for ordinary people, but in front of a master like you, Brother Mu, this poison is not very effective!" ”

"Makes sense."

Ya Mu nodded, then turned around, turned his back to Fan Xian, looked at the strong man who was running towards the carriage and said, "The strength of these two female assassins is similar to that of Ling, so I will leave it to you to practice!" ”

“…… Huh? ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, when he suddenly remembered that the two female assassins had been disarmed by Yamu.

So he changed his words and said, "Brother Mu is right, these two female assassins will be handed over to me!" ”

…… It's so damning!

This Fan Xian really damned!

The two pale-faced female assassins glared angrily, their eyes almost bursting with fire.

Looking at their appearance, even if the murderer behind the scenes dies immediately, they are estimated to help kill people for free.

Yamu couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Fan Xian, thought for a moment, raised his hand, and threw the two black swords in his hand, which were inserted into the hands of the two female assassins.

Not to mention Fan Xian and Teng Zijing at this moment, even the two female assassins with pale faces couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Shepherd...... What are you doing, brother? ”

Fan Xian's face stiffened slightly, and he couldn't help but ask.

Yamu said without looking back: "Seeing that you are too arrogant, I will make it more difficult for you." ”

“…… Yes? Fan Xian's eyes widened.

At this moment, the strong man, who roared like a wild beast, had already rushed to the carriage.

The two horses pulling the carriage were captured by the momentum of the strong man's body and paced back and forth in panic.

Seeing this scene, a cruel smile appeared on the face of the strong man who was running wildly.

In the next second, the strong man turned sideways slightly, used his shoulder as a collision point, and slammed into it.

"Bang-"

A deafening muffled sound erupted in the alley, causing the plane trees next to them to tremble and their leaves tumbling down.

The strong man who came wildly flew high, his eyes widened in mid-air, and he looked at the figure that appeared below in disbelief and was slowly retracting his feet at this moment.

"Bang!"

The brawny man crossed a parabola and slammed into the ground in front of him.

Yamu raised his hand and stroked the horse's head, and said lightly: "Since it is to assassinate Fan Xian, why should the horses be innocent?" ”

The strong man spat out a mouthful of blood, got up from the ground with some difficulty, and looked in disbelief at Yamu who was comforting the horses in front of him.

"What did you just do?"

"......," Yamu turned his head in disappointment, "Still can't you see clearly?" ”

The strong man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he didn't understand what Yamu was saying.

Yamu shook his head and said: "I have sealed almost all my power, but you still can't see my movements clearly, it seems that you don't have anything worth learning from me......"

Hearing Yamu's explanation, the strong man understood.

He immediately roared angrily, then raised his feet and ran wildly, charging towards Yamu again.

Yamu bowed slightly: "The fighting spirit is good...... Then give you another chance! ”

"Bang!"

The air exploded, and the wind spread, tearing apart the leaves of the sycamore trees scattered in the air.

Yamu suppressed his own strength and fought with the angry strong man in front of him with ease.

After a trip to Earth in the Dragon Ball world, Yamu no longer has a contempt for any existence weaker than him.

In his eyes, no matter how weak the world is, there will inevitably be something worth learning from.

It's like the [Turtle School Qigong] he learned on Dragon Ball Earth, although it is only a move created by a weak earthling, it is a powerful skill that even he can use.

Because of this, Yamu didn't kill these powerful assassins immediately, wanting to see if there was anything worth learning from them.

But it's a pity that the strong man in front of him really seems to be just a master of horizontal training who relies on strength, although there is quite a rule between punches and kicks, most of them are clapping and boxing with wide openings and closings.

There are too many more subtle moves in the [Hidden Scripture Pavilion] of the Traverser Alliance.

With this level of superficial martial arts, Yamu really can't look down on it.

"No value ...... for reference"

Yamu showed a hint of disappointment in his eyes, then shook his head, raised his palm through the strong man's waving arm, and patted him on the heart.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the strong man with his palm raised high froze in place.

Yamu walked past him unconcernedly, allowing the strong man's body to crash to the ground behind him.

The dust splashed up, and it was easily blocked by the qi wrapped around the surface of Yamu's body.

Yamu raised his eyes and looked at the end of the alley with an indifferent expression.

There, a vague figure wearing a hat was staring at the place with a shocked expression.

When he was playing with the strong man before, Yamu noticed that a flexible wind was always surrounding his body, hindering his movements.

For no reason, this should be the spell in the world of Qing Yu Nian!

That's right, in it, in addition to those martial artists who cultivate True Qi, there are also some mages who are regarded as sideways.

Most of the spells they use are very chicken, although they can pretend to be ghosts among the people, but they are simply not worth mentioning in front of the warriors.

For example, the man with a hat at the end of the alley should be using wind magic......

"To that extent, it's also worthy of being called a spell?"

Yamu shook his head, very unimpressed by the wind skills of the Doujia people.

It is also a wind-based spell, those spells from the mythical world and the immortal cultivation world in the [Hidden Scripture Pavilion], which one is not an existence that can set off a hurricane and change the color of heaven and earth?

In comparison, this guy's wind skills can only manipulate the air flow at best.

If it weren't for Yamu's keen perception, he might not be able to detect the interference of wind magic.

"Conclusion, worthless."

Yamu calmly raised his right arm and aimed his index finger at the figure.

In an instant, a rich blue light bloomed at his fingertips, condensing into a pean-sized dot of light.

Seeing this scene, the figure wearing the hat was suddenly startled, and quickly turned around and ran wildly, while releasing the wind magic to act on itself, so that the figure could float more lightly and fly rapidly forward.

"Whoa—"

The blue light broke through the sky and instantly pierced the heart of the hat-holder.

"Plop!"

The flying figure fell to the ground, lying on the ground at the end of the alley in the most unsightly position.

Ya Mu turned around calmly and looked at Fan Xian and the two female assassins who were fighting fiercely behind the carriage.

At this time, the three of them were engaged in a fierce battle at the base of the wall.

Fan Xian held a short knife, first blocked the black sword that stabbed at the front door, and then turned around, twisted his toes on the ground, bent his knees slightly, and let the other black sword rub his left chest and stab against the wall.

Several times and three times, they are all so thrilling and dangerous.

Teng Zijing was frightened, and finally couldn't help but take a step forward and wanted to come forward to help.

"Don't worry." Ya Mu's palm rested on Teng Zijing's shoulder, and said softly, "One time may be an accident, two times may be a coincidence, but more than three times, it is an obvious difference in strength......"

(End of chapter)