Chapter 62

Before the palm arrived, the seal force Li Youyi had condensed in front of his palm had already dented the air and fallen down.

"Bang!"

Lu Can’s perception and combat experience were extremely remarkable; even in the darkness, the tiger claw he struck out rapidly still collided precisely with Li Youyi’s palm.

The other party’s terrifying force pressed down once again.

Lu Can only felt that his tiger claw and arm no longer belonged to him, losing all sensation; the next instant, the heavy palm force struck his chest heavily.

"Puff!"

Lu Can’s three-meter-tall tiger-like body flew backward.

Before he could land and steady himself, Li Youyi stepped on the silver magic mist and chased after him, one finger like a sword, piercing through his brow, and his skull shattered accordingly.

This was the Compassionate Opening of the Twelve Scattered Hands of the Chan Gate, a type of finger technique.

When he performed this move just now, Li Youyi faintly felt that the index and middle fingers of his right hand had magic power wanting to entwine and condense into a wisp of force to fly out of his body. But because he lacked follow-up power, the finger force failed to condense into shape.

He secretly guessed that when he opened the seventh spring, or the eighth spring, and the magic power in his body became more abundant, this move would likely undergo some miraculous changes.

The trace veins extending from the sixth spring of the Dantian increased to six.

Li Youyi heard the sound of wind, turned around, and struck out with both palms, hitting the two seven-spring martial artists who were waving their swords in the air.

Behind him, with a "boom," Lu Can fell three zhang away, blood and brain matter gushing from his brow, and he could never stand up again.

"Bang! Bang!"

The battle swords in the hands of the two seven-spring martial artists were snapped, and as Li Youyi’s figure flashed and shifted, his hands had already grabbed the head of one of them; immediately after, the sound of neck bones snapping rang out.

The corpse was thrown out, smashing toward the other seven-spring martial artist who only had a broken sword left in his hand.

That seven-spring martial artist caught the corpse of his companion, whose mouth was constantly gushing blood, and not knowing if it was his first time participating in such cruel slaughter, he actually screamed. Then, holding the corpse, he rushed toward the shore as if fleeing, with faint sobs and a crying tone.

Listening to the scream and looking at the figure, it was like a young woman.

These two were mostly sect disciples!

Li Youyi was too lazy to chase and kill, knowing very well that the situation tonight was very wrong; the city defense battalion was cowering and not coming out, which was not energy that the Changlin Gang and Yang Yun could have.

Therefore, after rushing out of the encirclement from the gap, he did not linger in battle and went straight toward Yang Yun.

Regain the Yellow Dragon Sword, and leave immediately.

Other artifacts could be forgone, but not the Yellow Dragon Sword.

Yang Yun saw Li Youyi’s goal, smiled, light as a swallow, and rushed rapidly toward the silver-horned elk carriage on the shore, saying: "If you want to take the sword, catch up to me and I'll give it to you. Block him for ten breaths for me, and go to the Yang Clan tomorrow to collect 100,000 silver coins."

His second sentence was said to Murong Xiao at the top of the mast.

"What a cost-effective deal."

Murong Xiao’s black wings spread on her back, and holding a three-meter-long bow, she dove toward Li Youyi, who was chasing Yang Yun across the fishing boats.

"Block me for ten breaths, do you have that strength?"

Li Youyi glanced coldly at the black shadow flying over, performed the Clear Void Cicada-Chasing Step, stepped on the silver magic mist, drifted three feet to the right, and then soared into the sky, appearing above Murong Xiao.

Murong Xiao was high in the sky before, and the distance was too far, so she had never been able to see clearly how Li Youyi had repeatedly dodged the long arrows she shot.

This time the distance was close enough, and she finally saw clearly.

The other party’s movement technique was too strange and wonderful; she could see it clearly, but she couldn't dodge it.

Li Youyi slapped down with his palm, and Murong Xiao used all her strength to twist her body in time, striking back with a palm.

"Bang!"

The powerful palm force knocked Murong Xiao down, and her body smashed through the wooden boat. In the cabin, the sound of pots, pans, and sundries falling to the ground rang out immediately.

In the end, Murong Xiao relied on her unique flight advantage and the giant bow artifact to rank so high in the Seven-Spring Hall.

Losing these two major advantages, her combat power was even slightly inferior to Yao Zhengsheng and Lu Can.

Yang Yun landed on the shore, leaped onto the silver-horned elk carriage, waved at Li Youyi, who was still ten zhang away, and smiled: "Want to take back this artifact battle sword, follow me back to Nine Li City?"

"Snap!"

He cracked the whip.

After the silver-horned elk felt the pain, it lifted its hooves and rushed out wildly.

These exotic beasts could directly breathe and inhale the magic of heaven and earth, dissolving the energy of magic into their blood, constantly evolving and refining their bodies.

"How could it be so easy to leave?"

Li Youyi mobilized his magic power, leaving his body to transform into Qi.

The three-inch small knife that Yang Yun had struck earlier had cut Li Youyi’s neck, penetrated a seven-or-eight-meter wooden boat, and was nailed to a thick mast.

At this moment, it was pulled into Li Youyi’s hand by the magic Qi.

In an instant, the flying needle technique he had practiced since childhood was performed, and with a "swish," the three-inch small knife was like a bright point of light, crossing the water surface and the night.

Twenty zhang away, the silver-horned elk let out a high-pitched, miserable cry, its head was pierced, and it rushed down the embankment along with the gilded carriage behind it, falling down and rolling continuously.

"How is this possible?"

Li Ling stared at the shore with her beautiful eyes, never expecting that the unknown boy, who looked like a servant at first glance, would actually knock all three top-hundred martial artists flying.

Even if he had borrowed an artifact, such combat power was still quite remarkable.

The key was, he was a Spring-Gushing Realm martial artist, neither a pure immortal body nor having a remarkable background, so how could he possess several artifacts?

Even people with such noble identities as Li Ling and Yang Yun did not have them.

There were too many unreasonable things, so it was no wonder Li Ling would lose her composure.

Although Li Youyi’s performance was stunning, which of these people present had not been stunning when they were young? It was just a bright spot, and they returned to the main business.

Great Zen Master Yuzhen smiled: "Eldest Miss Yang, is this little matter enough to make you lose your composure? What we are going to do is a world-shaking, earth-changing event. This poor monk now seriously doubts whether you have the ability to represent the Sui Sect."

"Losing composure is not terrible; what's terrible is incontinence... ah..." A reckless, childish voice sounded at an inappropriate time.

Shi Jiuzhai immediately slapped the little fatty, who was talking nonsense and eating wildly, with his face pressed into the dinner plate, and gave an awkward smile to Li Ling, who was glaring at him.

Could these words be said to one's face?

Li Ling quickly regained her reason, not wanting to lose her composure in front of a group of demons and heretics and be looked down upon, and said: "Speak, what is the identity of the person you brought, and how credible are his words?"

Great Zen Master Yuzhen said something shocking, smiling: "Old Li is a powerful existence in the top ten of the Nine Li tribe; you, a junior, actually dare to question him?"

Li Ling, Shi Jiuzhai, and the man surnamed Long all showed surprise and looked at the mysterious old man wrapped in the wide black robe.

Great Zen Master Yuzhen said: "Coffin Mountain can pull Old Li into the game; may I ask you all, are we qualified to conspire in a great event?"

The top ten of the Nine Li tribe must be among the nine great tribal chiefs or the nine great priests.

This was too extraordinary!

Shi Jiuzhai exclaimed in admiration and laughed: "Coffin Mountain really has a big hand; I didn't expect that the high-level members of the Nine Li tribe had been infiltrated."

The mysterious old man in the black robe spoke in a steady tone, saying faintly: "This old man knows that the interior of the Nine Li tribe has long been rotten and cannot survive this calamity. Rather than being wiped out by you all and ending up with men as slaves and women as prostitutes, it is better to adopt a strategy of saving the tribe through a curve; after this calamity, at least the Nine Li tribe will not be completely wiped out. In this way, I can face the ancestors above and the descendants below."

Shi Jiuzhai did not know if this Nine Li tribe old man really thought so, or if he had been forcibly suppressed by Coffin Mountain; it no longer mattered, and he secretly said "admire" twice in his heart.

Li Ling and the man surnamed Long had the same thoughts.

They did not think the old man surnamed Li was ridiculous, only that Coffin Mountain was terrifying.

The mysterious old man in the black robe said: "As for how much strength the Nine Li Hidden Gate still has, this old man is not very clear either. But this old man believes that if you rush into war without figuring this out, the price you will have to pay is probably something you cannot bear."

"Old Li has a way to find the Nine Li Hidden Gate and figure out their strength?" Li Ling asked.

The mysterious old man in the black robe said: "Every year, the nine great tribes will select one or several teenagers to send to the Nine Li Hidden Gate, and the time for sending people this year is already very close. If you all trust this old man, then postpone the attack plan and wait until the Hidden Gate is investigated clearly before taking action; wouldn't that be more certain?"

Li Ling and Shi Jiuzhai felt that this old man might not be credible, or it might be a delaying tactic of the Nine Li tribe, and their eyes fixed on Great Zen Master Yuzhen.

Great Zen Master Yuzhen was also not sure if this Nine Li tribe old man was credible, so he looked at the white-clothed lay Buddhist.

The appearance of the white-clothed lay Buddhist had changed a bit compared to when she was eating noodles yesterday, only the string of blood-red prayer beads in her hand remained unchanged. Her gaze had been fixed on the slaughter on the shore, and she said in a light and leisurely manner: "Old Li, bring out the people you are prepared to send to the Nine Li Hidden Gate and let everyone take a look."

"Li Qing!"

The mysterious old man in the black robe called out in a low voice.

Behind him, a tall and thin teenager who looked seventeen or eighteen years old walked out, wearing black tight-fitting clothes, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, and he was not at all nervous in the face of these giant figures present.

The mysterious old man in the black robe said: "Li Qing has already opened nine springs in his body; sending him to the Nine Li Hidden Gate, he has a great chance of becoming the God-Hidden Person of this generation, and investigating the secrets of the Hidden Gate will naturally be a matter of course."

"Opening nine springs, is it true or false?" Shi Jiuzhai was both curious and surprised.

A nine-spring Wu Xiu can be called a Supreme Person, extremely rare, and no matter how strong a person's cultivation is, they will look at them with high regard.

At this time, the battle situation on the shore had new changes; the mysterious boy who was being hunted actually broke out of the encirclement and shot Yang Yun’s mount, his fierce power monstrous.

These giant figures on the ship were all attracted by the battlefield over there, and for a time, they forgot to continue discussing business.

The leader of the Changlin Gang, Xu Changlin, and the deputy leader, Tang Yan, came to the door of the main hall and requested to fight: "Eldest Miss, the situation has changed, Young Master Yun is in danger, Xu Changlin requests to fight!"

"Tang Yan will definitely behead that junior."

Li Ling could not hold her face; it was originally a good show that she thought was interesting and could demonstrate the Sui Sect’s influence in Nine Li City that feared nothing, but now it had backfired, and she had lost all face in front of all parties.

She was about to send these two Five Seas Realm powerhouses to clean up the mess.

The light voice of the white-clothed lay Buddhist sounded outside the door: "Such a good show, if the Five Seas Realm participates, it won't be interesting at all!"

She saw more clearly than anyone else that the boy who asked her to eat noodles had not broken the eighth or ninth spring, but the sixth spring of the Dantian.

This was a bit beyond her understanding!

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