This morning.
Looking around, the sky is clear, the sun shines on the vast river, and even the river becomes much clearer.
Not far away, there are two huge merchant ships, which are slowly sailing down. The merchant ships are arranged in front and back, but they can also give people a sense of vastness.
There was a black flag hanging on the merchant ship, with two eye-catching Chinese characters "天龙" embroidered in red thread in the middle. The flag was blown by the wind in the canyon.
Fan Yi saw the merchant ship in Liuwanglou from a distance.
He stood up slowly from the boulder and stared straight ahead.
At this time, on the leading merchant ship, there were many monks and warriors standing on the deck, and there were three more people standing in front of them.
One person is the deputy owner of Liuwang Building, and the other two are the heads of the Hong family and the Yan family in Yuncheng respectively.
The two of them received an invitation from Liuwanglou and received instructions from Ningbeimen, and then agreed to accompany Mordes back to Tianlong City.
now.
The look on the old man's face was really high-spirited.
He just waited to catch the young man when he met him. It would be best if the other party could obediently hand over the magic weapon and take the initiative to surrender and admit his mistake.
If the young man resists, the old man and the two family heads Hong Yan can easily suppress the young man.
In fact, Mordes worked hard to deal with Fan Yi. The reason why he invited two Fifth Realm monks to accompany him was because he was afraid of the roulette mirror on Fan Yi's body.
I expected that if I had to be pinned down by the young man again, I might not suffer only some superficial injuries like last time.
The news that Fan Yi's cultivation realm had broken through the four realms was still reported to the old man by those searching monks after they returned.
This is the worst news for Mordes, if nothing else. If Fan Yi is just a great master of martial arts, then he has nothing to fear.
The old man deeply understood the difference between monks in the four realms. With his Dantian Qi Mansion to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he could achieve continuous spiritual power. It was not difficult to break his spiritual protection.
After a while.
Mordes saw the young man standing on the boulder by the river.
Mordes blessed the sound waves with spiritual power and shouted loudly:
"Fan Yi, I never thought you would actually dare to intercept me by the river!"
When they heard this, the head of the Hong family and the head of the Yan family were already ready and clenched their weapons.
Fan Yi grinned and replied:
"Old bastard! I'm waiting for you here. If you have the ability, come over and fight me for three hundred rounds. I'm sure to beat you to pieces."
Mordes had always regarded himself as a highly respected person in Tianlong City, but now he was called an old bastard by a seventeen-year-old boy, which really made him feel depressed.
But how could he dare to fly ashore to catch Fan Yi? After all, he was still afraid of the roulette mirror that could imprison his body.
Mordes said angrily:
"A mere little monk from the Fourth Realm is not enough to make me move. If you have the ability, come and fight on the deck!"
When they heard this, people on the whole boat started whispering, and there were also people who were holding back their laughter secretly.
After all these years, my landlord still needs to talk nonsense with others.
Bai Yanfeng and Jiang Jixue were riding on a merchant ship at the back, and they could hear their conversation clearly.
Bai Yanfeng stood aside and gritted his teeth.
Fan Yi laughed several times and continued:
"Is Mr. Mo afraid of my mirror? It doesn't matter. I can promise not to use it. I can't follow my words."
Mordes snorted coldly, then closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking.
In fact, what I was thinking in my heart was: You are a little Fourth Realm monk. If you didn't have that mirror, I could kill you with one hand. If you want to deceive me, just dream!
Seeing that Master Mo remained calm, everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Seeing the merchant ship getting closer and closer, Fan Yi softly sent a message to Tianlingyin and said:
"Master Dou, send me there. As long as the old guy doesn't use spiritual pressure, you don't need to take action."
Tianlingyin chuckled and said:
"The good boy is very confident and wants to use the Sixth Realm monk as a whetstone. Just take the challenge with confidence, I can break his pressure."
The words just fell.
Fan Yi's entire body was enveloped in golden energy, and he stepped into the air, walking step by step towards Mordes.
said:
"Master Mo, since you are unwilling to leave the merchant ship, I will come to meet you!"
As he spoke, Fan Yi stepped into the air and then ran, one of his fists already charging up.
Among them is not only the boxing field of the great master of martial arts, but also the blessing of the spiritual power of the four realms.
Fan Yi's expression condensed slightly, and he punched everyone on the deck.
The head of the Yan family stepped forward first, facing Fan Yi with a broad sword in hand, and did not forget to say:
"I'm here to meet you! I want to see what's so special about you, a great master of martial arts!"
Mordes and the other warriors stepped back one after another to make a place for the two of them to fight.
boom!
Fan Yi stepped firmly on the deck with his left foot, and his right fist hit the head of the Yan family's broadsword impartially.
Suddenly, a huge force of wind swept across the contact surface between the two.
The head of the Yan family’s expression changed drastically, and he secretly said:
"What a domineering force!"
Fan Yi punched out one punch, and then another, without giving the head of the Yan family a chance to adjust the sword's strength.
Bang bang bang!
When the three punches were delivered, the broad knife was blown into two pieces by Fan Yi.
The fourth punch came out and hit the head of the Yan family directly in the abdomen.
Immediately, the head of the Yan family stepped back, plowing a crack in the deck under his feet. Blood spurted from his mouth, his eyes protruded, and his facial features were deformed.
It was just a face-to-face encounter, but the Fifth Realm monk was beaten to the point of fainting by Fan Yi, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
This scene fell in everyone's eyes, as if they had seen a ghost during the day, completely subverting their perceptions.
Jiang Jixue and Bai Yanfeng were both stunned.
Since when did the Five Realm monks become so weak?
Mordes looked at Fan Yi coldly. He really didn't expect that the young man would take care of the foreign aid he invited just after meeting him.
Upon seeing this, the head of the Hong family quickly rushed towards Fan Yi.
Although this middle-aged man is tall and round, his figure is extremely flexible, like a huge lion.
The head of the Hong family held a black iron stick in his hand and without any explanation, he hit Fan Yi on the head.
If he were hit by this big stick, his entire head would be shattered into pieces.
Fan Yi made a cold sound, but walked towards the big stick, and rolled forward when he was about to approach.
boom!
The moment the big stick fell, a big hole was made in the deck.
When Fan Yi stood up, he kicked his right leg towards the middle-aged man's back.
However, the man's body actually slipped two steps and dodged Fan Yi's attack, as if the man had a pair of eyes behind him.
Fan Yi knew that the man in front of him was more difficult to deal with than the head of the Yan family, and he had extremely rich combat experience.
Fan Yi wanted to bully him and use his own body to approach the man. In this way, he could somewhat restrict the man's movements.
However, as soon as he punched out, Lord Mo had already blocked his way.
Mordes raised his right hand and punched Fan Yi.
boom! boom!
Fan Yi was hit by the punch and flew backwards into the air. His body hit the pillar of the small building of the merchant ship, directly breaking the pillar and causing him to fall into the small building.
A man from the fifth realm and an old man from the sixth realm actually chose to join forces to target a monk from the fourth realm. It was really shameless.
Mordes waved his hand and saw dozens of monks and warriors holding sharp knives and swarming into the small building.
Mordes shouted:
"Just hold him and let him breathe!"
