Whether Fu Ankang comprehended the strength from himself, Chen Yan still didn't dare to draw conclusions.

But at this time, at least what Fu Weiting showed was undoubtedly his strength.

There are nine levels of cultivation, refining the body, building the foundation, washing the marrow, Lingtai, Jindan, Yuanying, transforming the gods, entering the gods, and Mahayana.

As for the above these nine levels, there is one that only exists in legends - Ascension. However, Chen Yan rummaged through all the ancient materials, pickaxes, and dense scrolls he had come into contact with, but he did not find a specific description, and only summarized it in these two simple words, as for where he ascended and what would happen after he ascended, there was no way to know.

Qi Qi only feels the existence of vitality, and it has not really been able to attract vitality into the body and exercise the body.

"It's not just a martial artist, this is an innate martial artist! It's a hundred enemies! It means that one person can defeat a hundred people!" At this time, someone in the crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

"This terrifying momentum, I once felt it in an innate martial artist, this is the feeling, it can't be wrong!"

"Innate Martial Artist? What is that? Why have you never heard of it?"

"It's a world that we ordinary people can't touch at all, and you think this world is so simple? Then you're wrong, very wrong!"

"In this world, you think it's okay to have money, heh, but in the eyes of people like innate martial artists, they are just ants!"

"This kid is dead, and he actually annoyed a real innate martial artist!"

The people who heard this were stunned, and they couldn't imagine that they could open their eyes here today.

At this time, they all looked at the young man who had committed suicide with pity.

Chen Yan was so deaf and clear-sighted, he naturally heard all kinds of discussions and exclamations in the crowd, he himself had no feeling for the "coercion" emanating from Wei Ting's body, he glanced at Sun Yuxiang and found that his face was slightly solemn, and the rest of the security personnel also looked like this.

And the one who was really most affected by it was Li Xiaoer, she was a weak woman, although she was young and healthy, but in the face of the oppression of an innate martial artist, she suddenly felt a headache.

“......”

Chen Yan's face sank, and those who dared to bully me didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

"Humph!"

Chen Yan snorted, and he withdrew his usual restrained breath.

In an instant, a transparent film like substance, in the form of an inverted bowl standing on its side, formed in front of him.

This is the real coercion from the Yuanying Realm monks!

The so-called coercion emanating from Fu Weiting's body was invisibly resisted back.

Suddenly, Li Xiaoer felt that his body was light, and the discomfort that had just come to him disappeared completely. Sun Yuxiang and the others, their solemn complexions also returned to a normal state, and they already realized that this was the result of Chen Yan's liberation.

The obvious opposite of their state is a group of people on the opposite side.

Fu Weiting, who was at the forefront, felt the deepest, originally he felt as if he was standing proudly on the mountain, let you rise and fall, I stood still, and even stirred up the wind and clouds, let the wind and clouds be used for his own use, to influence a group of people on the other side.

But after Chen Yan snorted, the situation turned over, he was like a rootless duckweed, a flat boat in the wind and waves, invisible wind and waves hit him, and the energy that came out of him was the fragile hull on the flat boat, and after the wind and waves blew two or three times, it shattered.

Puff!puff!!puff!!

A fishy sweet feeling could no longer be suppressed, it surged up from Fu Weiting's throat, and then erupted, as if one squirt was not enough, and it sprayed three or four times in succession.

Fu Weiting only felt as if he had been hit head-on by a giant truck, and there was no pain in his body, as if the bones in his entire body were shattered.

But his consciousness was extremely clear, the sound of the wind in his ears, the noisy voices around him, and even the sound of insects and ants crawling in the distance, he could clearly perceive that the strange thing was that his figure was still standing in place, and he did not retreat a bit.

Fu Weiguang and Fu Weizhong, who were behind Fu Weiting, were not much better, and each spit out a mouthful of blood, the difference was that both of them took a step back.

It seems that these three people have blocked most of the coercion from Chen Yan, and the onlookers not far behind the three brothers of the Fu family have not suffered any substantial damage, but compared to the uncomfortable state before, at this time, there seems to be an inexplicable awe from the bottom of their hearts, and they can't help but want to kneel.

This awe comes from the depths of the soul, and there is no need to deliberately learn how to worship, and the knees are already slowly tilted downward.

At this time, they no longer knew how to be afraid, nor did they have any idea of whispering anymore, so they inexplicably looked at the young figure behind the head of the Fu family, which was so tall and majestic.

"Huh!"

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact, it all happened in the blink of an eye, Chen Yan snorted in a deep voice, then sneered, and then reined in the breath on his body.

He was afraid that if it lasted for one more second, this group of people would all bled to death, and a monk of the Yuan Infant Realm only needed to leak a trace of coercion, and ordinary people would die directly!

Whew!Whew!!

Whew!Whew!!

The crowd of onlookers, the apprentices in the Fu Weiguang Martial Arts Pavilion, and even the three brothers of the Fu family, at this moment, felt that their breathing was free, as if they were choked by the throat for a long time and then let go, they gulped and greedily breathed the air, and even gave birth to the idea of what a happy thing it is to be able to breathe.

"What's going on, what just happened?"

"Why am I gasping for air?"

"I suddenly felt how beautiful it was to be able to breathe. ”

"Look at the head of the Fu family!"

"He's bleeding from the corners of his mouth! Look at the ground in front of him!"

"A lot of blood, it's all his?"

"Isn't he an innate martial artist? Isn't he an enemy of a hundred? Why did he suddenly bleed?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Did they fight? Not yet..."

Suddenly, the crowd exploded again, and a second ago they felt that the performance of the head of the Fu family was simply admirable, and they were still worried about the young man named Chen Yan, worried that the other party would be directly wiped out by Fu Weiting, and that picture must be very bloody and violent.

But at this moment, the young man was still standing there with a bright face, but it was the head of the Fu family who vomited blood.

All this happened too fast, or beyond the imagination of everyone except Chen Yan.

They didn't know what was going on at all, and Chen Yan wouldn't solve their puzzles, he didn't care what these people thought at all.

He glanced at Fu Weiting, who was dumbfounded, and said, "You are not qualified to talk to me, if it weren't for the fact that I am more nostalgic, if it weren't for the fact that you are Fu Ankang's descendant, you would have been lying down just now..."

"If Fu Ankang is still alive, ask him to come over in person. ”

Chen Yan said, turned around and walked back.