After Fan Yi killed two monks with one punch, he ejected from the spot and rushed towards another sturdy middle-aged man holding a broad axe.
The middle-aged man had a fierce look on his face. He raised his ax high and slashed it down diagonally, shouting:
"Young little Third Realm monk, you are seeking death!"
This sturdy middle-aged man is a Third Realm monk, but he is also a ruthless fellow martial immortal.
Therefore, among these hundreds of people, he is the one who has more say.
But just as Fan Yi punched out, the punch and ax collided violently.
boom!
Following a loud noise, a look of horror appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
I saw that the ax blade was rolled back and dented by Fan Yi, but it was not over yet.
Fan Yi's fist did not stop. He carried the ax and landed heavily on the heart of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man felt as if he had been hit in the heart with a hammer. A pair of big eyes suddenly protruded from the eye sockets, and then his body lost focus and flew backwards.
When he fell to the ground, he was completely lifeless. The expression on his face was full of confusion and unwillingness.
Fan Yi killed a physically strong Third Realm monk with one punch, which seemed to others like he had seen a ghost.
Because the intelligence said so.
Fan Yi is also a monk in the third realm, but he did not mention his status as a martial arts master.
Seeing a strong man being beaten to death with one punch, some people had the idea of retreating.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a cross scar on his face appeared. He was the leader of these people.
He shouted in a deep voice:
"Go with all your strength and kill this kid! Whoever can seriously injure this man will be rewarded with three hundred spiritual stones. If he can kill this man, he will be rewarded with one thousand spiritual stones."
There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, so there were more than a dozen monks, screaming and charging towards Fan Yi.
At this time.
The leader of the city lord's palace guards shouted:
"Traitor! Dare to hurt my city lord! Kill me, brothers!"
When Fan Yi saw the dozen or so people charging towards them, he stamped the ground with his right foot.
Instantly soared into the sky.
Fan Yi ran towards the scarred man who just spoke.
This is to capture the thief first, so Fan Yi should deal with the instigator.
When the guards of the city lord's palace saw their city lord rushing to kill them, they felt as if they were in a deserted place.
This made the guards' morale even higher.
Even though the guards in the front row were killed, those in the back were equally brave.
Fan Yi stepped on the shoulders of those people and dived down towards the scarred man.
After seeing this, the scarred man was so frightened that his legs became weak.
He hurriedly backed into the crowd and shouted loudly:
"Master Lin! He's back! Fan Yi...!"
Fan Yi sneered, but used his left and right hands to punch away those who blocked him.
Finally, he rushed to the scarred man and punched him without any explanation.
The scarred man had no choice but to smash the copper hammer in his hand.
There was a muffled sound!
The copper hammer flew out of the scarred man's hand.
Fan Yi continued to press forward and grabbed the other person's neck.
Fan Yi sneered and said:
"I can't believe that someone who is not even a monk would dare to instigate others! Tell me! Who sent you people here?"
The scarred man was lifted high by Fan Yi, his feet kicking in the air.
He said vaguely:
"It's Ning...Jun...!"
Before he could say the word "zhe", Fan Yi had already pinched his neck.
Fan Yi threw the scarred man's body out.
At this time, he was already standing not far from Zuixian Tower.
After that, no one among the monks and warriors dared to stop Fan Yi.
They had no choice but to target the guards of the City Lord's Mansion.
After all, to them, although the number of guards was greater, they were still not as violent as the arrogant young man in front of them.
At this time.
A figure floated down from the roof of Zuixian Tower, and it was none other than the head of the Lin family.
He chuckled and said:
"My dear nephew, you are too murderous!"
"I advise you to tie your hands, otherwise your father's head will fall to the ground with just one signal from me!"
When Fan Yi heard this, he stared at the head of the Lin family with vivid eyes, but he sent a message to Xiao Shengdou and said:
"Master Dou, I'll hold him back while you find a way to save your father and uncle."
The childish voice laughed strangely and said:
"You don't need to say more, I have just sensed that your father is on the sixth floor."
"It's just that their cultivation was sealed by the monk. It will take some time for me to unlock the seal."
Fan Yi said "hmm".
Only a dark golden light was seen quietly leaving from under his feet.
Fan Yi glared at the head of the Lin family and said:
"Let my father go, just ask if you have any conditions. If you dare to kill them, no one in the Lin family will survive."
The head of the Lin family chuckled and said:
"Good nephew, your uncle should have said this to you. Do you really think you can fight me with that old guy and thousands of guards?"
"Tell the truth, none of you in the Fan family can escape today."
Fan Yi said solemnly:
"Do you rely on Ningbeimen?"
The head of the Lin family smiled and replied:
"Now that you know everything, why bother to persist in understanding it? If you can be captured without any effort, I will beg Ningjun to spare your father's life because of our years of friendship."
"It's just his martial arts cultivation that can't be preserved. After his Dantian is destroyed, he can work as a stable boy for my Lin family. I will never wrong him."
Fan Yi pointed to the monk in the sky who was fighting fiercely with Fu Lao, and asked:
"Did you find that monk, or did Ning Beimen find him?"
The head of the Lin family smiled and said nothing.
Fan Yi actually hasn't taken action yet, and is just trying to buy time for Xiao Sheng's fight.
Otherwise, according to his character, he would have punched the man in front of him eight times and ten times.
moment.
The head of the Lin family continued to ask:
"Good nephew, have you thought clearly? Turn around and look at the guards who have worked hard for you. But they are all good men in Rongcheng. Are you willing to watch them be killed one by one with your own eyes?"
At this time, a girl's voice came into Fan Yi's ears, it was the roulette mirror.
"Master, I can't stand listening to him, beat him!"
Fan Yi replied without any reason:
"good!"
The head of the Lin family was a little confused. Why was the young man talking to himself?
Fan Yi clenched his fists and said with a smile:
"Uncle Lin, if I just admit defeat like this, I'm afraid it will damage the face of the city lord."
"Why don't we fight for a few rounds? Even if I lose, I won't lose face."
The head of the Lin family burst out laughing, and after laughing, he said:
"My nephew is only a monk in the third realm, but I am about to enter the sixth realm. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back and beat you to death."
Fan Yi was quick and neat, already taking a step forward and saying:
"Please give me some advice, uncle!"
moment.
The head of the Lin family looked ruthless and grabbed the young man's head.
Fan Yi secretly exerted all his strength and slowly extended his fist based on the insights he gained from practicing under the waterfall.
Bang!
When the two of them collided with each other with fists and claws.
A strong wave of air burst out from between their fists and claws!
The head of the Lin family was shocked by Fan Yi's mediocre punch and took five or six steps back.
But Fan Yi stood still, not taking a step back.
The head of the Lin family stared at the young man in astonishment, with an extremely strange expression on his face.
He shouted loudly:
"Grand master of martial arts! This is impossible, how is this possible?"
Fan Yi did not stop!
Take a fist stance and step forward step by step.
Wherever the fist passed, there was no strong wind.
But the expression on the head of the Lin family is extremely solemn!
