At the foot of the mountain, there are large areas of woods.

Sunlight shines through the green leaves and shoots on the ground, creating patches of dappled light and shadow.

In the summer, even standing in the woods and feeling the occasional passing wind is sweltering.

The cicadas screamed boredly, adding a bit of heat to the heat.

Bang ......

Several strings of chaotic footsteps rang out in the woods, all of them holding sturdy sticks in their hands.

The leader is Wang Haoran, and behind him are An Feiyang's doglegs.

For a mortal who had just stepped into the path of cultivation and entered the Spring Mountain Sect, the wooden stick was enough to clean up the other party's obedience.

They watched Chu Junyan walk into the woods, and when Wang Haoran followed up with An Feiyang and the others, they found that the figure of Dao was leaning against the trunk of the tree, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth with his arms folded, staring at him playfully.

Groov!

Noticing Chu Junyan's expression as if he had expected it, Wang Haoran felt a little wrong.

No, where did that confident expression come from?

Wang Haoran frowned, even if Chu Junyan was able to make the seven-colored stone tablet light up with nine-colored light, what if he had never practiced, he was just a mortal.

He is twenty-four years old this year, and he has already stepped into the foundation building realm!

The strongest of the younger generation of Wuji Peak, he is famous in the Spring Mountain Sect.

Today, he was robbed of the limelight by Chu Junyan!

The most important thing is that Song Xiyu is not a turtle in a remote village that can be touched.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Wang Haoran's face.

The genius who can summon the nine-colored glory will be destroyed at his hands today.

"Don't waste time, get rid of this kid for me!" Wang Haoran commanded in a suppressed voice.

The entire Chunshan Sect high-level people attached great importance to Chu Junyan very much, delaying time and dreaming a lot at night.

Wait for Chu Junyan to be abolished, hehe...... No one is going to investigate how a piece of waste was injured.

An Feiyang and the others immediately dispersed and surrounded Chu Junyan, lest he find an opportunity to escape.

Once they escape, Wang Haoran and An Feiyang's revenge on Chu Junyan will make a big fuss. In order to appease Chu Junyan, Chunshan Sect may attack Wang Haoran and An Feiyang.

Chu Junyan showed a disdainful smile, the strength in the early stage of building the foundation realm, really think he was a genius?

When he was eleven years old, Chu Junyan was in the Qi Sea Realm. Later, he was a salted fish for many years, which led to no progress in strength, and he spit out the dog tail grass in his mouth, and his vitality rose.

Strength?

At this moment, Wang Haoran, An Feiyang and the other disciples were stunned.

How can a person who has just stepped into the path of cultivation have vitality?

Swish!

The moment Chu Junyan spit out the dog's tail grass, his figure flickered away. Without waiting for Wang Haoran to react, he grabbed the other party's hair, pulled down suddenly, and slammed his knee into Wang Haoran's nose.

Sharp pain hit, and warmth flowed through the nasal passages.

Wang Haoran's eyes were full of stars, he subconsciously wiped his nose, and when he opened his eyes, his hands were full of blood.

Scratching your hair?

What kind of road is this? Street gangsters fighting or shrews tearing up? It's despicable!

Wang Haoran was stunned, he was the strength of the Foundation Building Realm, why was Chu Junyan's speed faster than him?

The stick in his hand fell off, was picked up by Chu Junyan, and slashed An Feiyang's head fiercely.

A wisp of scarlet slowly flowed down An Feiyang's head, rolled his eyes, and fell on his back, not knowing if he was stoned to death.

Bang!

turned around beautifully and kicked directly at Wang Haoran's leg, causing the latter to fall to the ground. Chu Junyan rode up and held the stick in his hand to smash Wang Haoran's head and face.

In the woods, there was a continuous dull smashing sound, dense and hurried.

The other doglegs were all petrified in place, and they swallowed their saliva silently, looking at the manic Chu Junyan in amazement.

Is this guy crazy?

I'm not afraid to kill Wang Haoran, I'm just rushing to let him die!

The fierce and brutal scene scared the other doglegs into not daring to go up to help, and they practiced in the Chunshan Sect on weekdays. Where have you ever seen a picture of blood splattered everywhere?

Moreover, Wang Haoran is the strength of the foundation realm, how could he not even have the strength to fight back to be beaten like this by Chu Junyan.

Is Chu Junyan really an ordinary man who has not yet practiced in the mouths of Wang Haoran and An Feiyang?

At the beginning, Wang Haoran held his head in his hands. Later, Wang Haoran was dying and almost fainted, allowing Chu Junyan to pick up and fall.

Click!

When Chu Junyan held the wooden stick and smashed it on Wang Haoran's head, the stick was directly smashed and broken.

Exhaling turbid air, Chu Junyan stood up comfortably.

His eyes were full of red light.

Dealing with people like Wang Haoran, without hurting him, it is impossible for the other party to remember.

Only when you let the other party know that you are a ruthless bone, will you carefully weigh whether it is good to understand yourself when you want to understand yourself.

"Do you want to try it too?"

Chu Junyan threw away the only half of the bloody wooden stick in his hand, and looked at the blood stains on his clothes and hands with disgust.

Wang Haoran's blood spilled was too dirty, but Chu Junyan still loved it cleanly.

Several doglegs threw away their sticks at the same time and shook their heads in unison.

Even Wang Haoran and An Feiyang are not the opponents of this monster, so what are they? The fool chose to go up at this time, and was ravaged by Chu Junyan in the same way.

"Carry your master, get out of here. Chu Junyan narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, yes, let's get out of here. A few doglegs lifted Wang Haoran and An Feiyang up in fear, these two people won't die, how can they handle it when they are carried back?

Seeing it far away, Chu Junyan turned around and left.

Find a stream to clean up the stains on your clothes, and grab some game to go back.

……

After going back, Song Xiyu curiously asked him where he got the game, and Chu Junyan casually found a reason to prevaricate.

When he was in Luoshui Village, Chu Junyan would often catch game and do it himself.

Song Xiyu still remembered the delicious food he ate in Luoshui Village, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly.

At this time, Chu Junyan understood why Song Xiyu saw the flesh in his eyes at the beginning, it turned out that Li Feng was too poor.

I didn't expect the same sect to have such a big gap between the rich and the poor.

Soon, the fragrance wafts away.

Using the tools in the kitchen, Chu Junyan casually made some condiments and sprinkled them on them, and the fragrance was raised to a higher level.

All the girls on Lifeng gathered over, looking at the golden and tender barbecue in Chu Junyan's hand.

Even Fu Xia Yue was attracted by the fragrance and came out of the yard.

"Where did it come from?"

When Fu Xia Yue arrived, the girls quickly stood up and honestly didn't dare to speak.

"Catch it. Chu Junyan explained helplessly.

Looking at Fu Xiayue's face, everyone thought she was going to be angry, but Fu Xiayue just hummed lightly.

So that the girls and Chu Junyan didn't expect it.

……

At the foot of the mountain, a group of people wearing Wuji Peak clothes were rushing with torches.

The two miserable people in the middle with bandages bowed their heads, Wang Haoran and An Feiyang.