"Brother Chen Bao made a really good plan. He won his sister-in-law and the iron bow, hahaha!!"
No matter where you are, strength is respected, even in a simple mountain village tribe.
If you are alone, helpless and have no strength, you are destined to be despised and looked down upon.
And Balian has no intention of integrating into the human world. He just wants to concentrate on training until the day he becomes strong, then he will go to the Lihe Sect to fulfill his duties.
But today, Qi Yang was unwilling to give up. He just simply found it troublesome.
Amidst the gossip among many people, Bai Lian looked at Qi Yang indifferently and said: "It's almost dawn, I hope the winner can be determined early."
Qi Yang failed to understand the meaning of "It's going to be dawn" in Bai Lian's words. He just thought that he was submissive in disguise and hoped that he would be merciful.
He sneered: "Don't worry, one punch is enough to determine the outcome."
Balian nodded and said: "That's fine. If I fall down after being punched by you, I lose. On the contrary, if you fall down, I win."
Qi Yang was suddenly startled, and then he laughed as if he heard some big joke: "Where do you get the confidence to punch me?"
Everyone also laughed out loud, laughing at him for not knowing his own abilities.
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes in a dangerous arc and punched out without hesitation.
The fierce wind of the fist erupted with a sound of breaking wind, taking the lead and hitting Bai Lian's chest.
The black robe fluttered slightly under the wind of fists, and the confident smile on Qi Yang's face suddenly froze.
Click, click, click...
He actually heard the sound of his fist bones cracking.
The force that caused his fist bones to crack did not come from the opponent, but from the force of his own punch that was returned in full force.
Balian didn't take a step back. He looked down at the fist on his chest and took a step forward calmly.
A simple step is like a walk in a garden.
Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream broke out from Qi Yang's mouth, and he flew backwards as if he had been hit by some huge beast.
His body hit the ground hard, and a huge cloud of dust flew up with a bang.
He clutched his broken hand bones and kept wailing.
I was even more puzzled as to why I was the one who fell.
The villagers in the forest also opened their mouths wide and fell into silence, stunned by the scene in front of them.
Qi Yang was wailing, with tears and saliva flowing from the pain, and his eyes were angrily staring at Bailian who was calm and standing in front of him.
He roared angrily: "How dare you break my hand bones! Do you know who my master is?!"
Balian took out the iron bow that was stuck deep in the earth, and gently played with the bowstring with his seemingly pale and feeble fingers.
He said slowly: "I didn't break your bones. The punch you just made was powerless. If my body wasn't strong enough to withstand this punch, I'm afraid my end would be even more miserable than your broken bones. You If you don't have a heart of mercy yet, how can you question others who are cruel to you?"
If he had intended to hold back his strength, his counterattack might not be that strong.
In the final analysis, it is still your own fault.
Although Balian has a gentle and pure temperament, he is not a stupid person and will not have too much sympathy for this person.
Qi Yang gritted his teeth and roared, still cursing and saying that his master would definitely not let him go easily and so on.
Balian's fingers suddenly tightened on the bowstring, and he easily pulled out a perfect arc without stopping the intensity of his hand.
The iron bow creaked and made an overwhelmed, mournful sound.
Balian exerted a little force on his arms, only to hear a crisp sound, and the sharp and tough bowstring broke directly in his hands.
And the iron bow, a treasure forged from fine iron, made an extremely ear-piercing twisting and breaking sound in his hand.
The last inch broke and scattered into scrap metal.
Bailian threw away the useless bow, knelt down and touched Xiao Luer's head with gentle eyes.
Looking at Qi Yang, he smiled and said, "Now that the bow is gone, what else do you want to give me in exchange for my deer?"
Everyone took a breath of cold air, how could they have imagined that this pale and frail boy could have such innate strange powers.
This couldn't help but make the faces of those who had just mocked and belittled Balian turn red and ashamed.
The eyes of the girls who looked at Qi Yang with applause and admiration.
In just such a short moment, everything was quietly transferred to Bai Lian's body.
In my heart, I secretly praised the girl from Chen Bao's family for her good vision, but I'm afraid it would be difficult to take this young man home as my sister-in-law.
Qi Yang stared at the fragments on the ground with a pale and ugly face. He was the one who stole the chicken but failed to lose the rice.
Extremely unwilling to give up, he suddenly raised his head with resentful eyes, and was about to call out his master's name to intimidate and regain his place.
Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he met the young man's dark eyes, which were still calm but no longer gentle.
Qi Yang was inexplicably horrified, and then he heard the other party say lightly: "Now...do you still want my deer?"
The tone was calm and there was no hint of danger, but Qi Yang stood up on his head with all the hair on his body, and when he met those eyes, he felt like he was looking straight into an unknown abyss.
He held his broken and painful palm, and he dared not say that he wanted it. He could only say with cold sweat, "I lost..."
Balian looked around at everyone, patted Xiao Lu'er on the head, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality today. I've been bothering you for a long time, so it's time to go home."
Life in the world is beautiful when it comes to beauty, but behind the tranquility and beauty, there is still competition and despicable calculations.
This world can only be viewed from a distance, and Bai Lian does not want to get too involved in the world.
An old man dressed like a village chief immediately walked out of the crowd, saluted and smiled at Bailian:
"This little brother is so skilled, why would he condescend to work hard in the mountains and scavenge? It would be better to go down the mountain with us and return to the village. Although our village is not as blooming as the city, it is better than being peaceful and free from the world. "
The village chief is now interested in recruiting.
The Miaoge Village next door has a talented person who is a disciple of the Immortal Taoist. Their village has an abundant harvest of game every year, there is no shortage of meat and leather goods, and their life is becoming more fulfilling than other village tribes.
Now that there is a more powerful person than Qi Yang in front of him, how can the village chief be willing to let him go?
I thought to myself that fortunately I have a young and beautiful granddaughter at home.
If this kid doesn't want to, just grind it out a little longer.
Several other village chiefs also reacted to his words and rushed to persuade him to stay.
Even the village chief of Miaoge Village joined in, causing Qi Yang, the little bully in the village, to look obviously ugly.
The young girls wearing sacrificial robes also looked at Bailian expectantly.
The village is remote, and the people here are all natives. They are all as strong as bears, savage and rude.
Even though Qi Yang, a young man with a hint of immortality, looked like a wild boy from the mountains, the arrogance between his eyebrows was no different from that of the son of a rich man.
