Seeing Yiran not only not dead but also able to walk freely under the king's full blow, all the spirits present showed shocked expressions.
Even Nangong Pocheng's eyes showed undisguised approval.
But he didn't believe that at such a critical moment, what trump cards could this young junior come up with to save his life.
Seeing Yiran walking back from the city wall step by step, everyone's eyes changed.
Yiran panted heavily and walked hard. The distance of just over two hundred feet took Yiran a full stick of incense to walk.
But during this time of burning incense, no one said anything. Even Nangong Pocheng was waiting for Yiran quietly.
When Yiran stood still, everyone was waiting for Yiran's attitude: whether he would admit his mistake and succumb to the Nangong family, or whether he would admit his mistake and be captured by the Nangong family and be forced to reveal everything of value.
"Justice lies in people's hearts but not in their own strength. It is empty and unreasonable, yet they are able to dominate Nanshan City."
"It's no wonder that there is such a ridiculous behavior of killing civilian monks to control the value of Moonlight Grass. It's really ridiculous!"
Listening to Yiran's words, Nangong Pocheng smiled instead of angry, a terrifying momentum brewing in his body.
"He actually has the physique of a sixth-level monster. No wonder he was able to survive even one shot from me!"
"But are you really not afraid of death?"
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Pocheng had already disappeared.
The next moment, his open hand grabbed Yiran's face and pressed Yiran to the ground.
"boom!"
The ground exploded directly.
At this moment, the gravel penetrated the air and the cold wind was biting, and everyone could feel the oncoming tragedy.
Xiaobai's body on his earlobe instantly enlarged to a hundred feet, and he rushed towards the nearby Nangong Broken City.
With the momentum of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, with an unyielding determination.
Then, Nangong Pocheng seemed to have expected this.
The moment Xiao Bai appeared, he was punched directly in the jaw.
Xiaobai, who had turned into a hundred feet, was actually knocked out and embedded next to the pothole that Yiran had made.
It's just that no one paid attention to this giant white python of unknown origin anymore, but looked at Yiran who was held down by Nangong Pocheng and his head was smashed into the pit again and again.
Blood continued to overflow from the corners of Yiran's mouth, and his consciousness became extremely blurred.
This was not the most difficult battle Yiran had ever encountered, but it was the most powerless.
He had just stepped into Yuanying, but he faced experts who were equivalent to the peak of the middle Yuanying, or even the late Yuanying.
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Just above Xiao Bai's head, on the city wall, an old man in black robe was holding the crenel with one hand.
He raised his eyes slightly, looked at the hundred-foot giant python beneath him, and said with doubt:
"When did the White Moon King Python give birth to such a spiritual leader?"
Looking at the single horn on Xiao Bai's head, the old man shook his head again and said to himself:
"It shouldn't be the White Moon King Python, but why does it have the aura of that old guy?"
The old man turned his gaze in Yiran's direction. He was hundreds of feet away, but he seemed to be able to see it with his own eyes.
But he had no intention of taking action.
"It's actually not a good thing for a young prodigy to be too sharp, not to mention he doesn't know how to adapt."
"That old guy from Nangong Pocheng never asked about your origins from the beginning to the end. Can't you guess his intention?"
"You really have an elm-headed head!"
As if to confirm the old man's words, a ray of light flew out of Yiran's space ring.
Hovering in the sky, emitting dazzling light.
At this moment, two figures on Luotian Sect's Luotian Peak rose from the ground and rushed straight towards Nanshan City.
Just when Nangong Pocheng looked up at the token in the air, Yiran used all his strength to slap away the hand that was holding his face, and then kicked the ground violently to let himself go backwards.
But Yiran, who had only one breath left, tried his best to retreat only ten feet.
However, during the process of retreating, Yiran had already swallowed two Shengsheng Hematopoietic Pills.
"Little friend Yiran!"
No one paid attention to the half-dead Yi Ran. They all looked up at the light in the sky.
Only Wu Laoer, who couldn't even lift his waist under the aura of the king and could only lie on top and crawl towards Yiran inch by inch, was screaming.
He still remembered what Yiran said to them when they parted ways, "Actually, I am very strong."
I still remember what I said to them after sending them back to the city, "Just leave the rest to me. You can just wait for the news."
Wu Laoer's face was covered with dust and his mouth was full of gravel. His fingernails were peeled off one by one and his fingers were swollen into pig's hooves, but he was still crawling in the direction of Yiran.
His lips trembled and he roared:
"Yi Ran, you must be fine. It was the uncles who harmed you."
"Yi Ran, you are so strong, you can't die here. There are still many injustices in the world that need you to uphold justice!"
"Yi Ran, your second aunt is still waiting for you to make lion devil fish soup. You must not get into trouble."
"..."
"Iran! Second child!"
"Second brother! Yi Ran!"
"..."
In the distance, Boss Wu and the others almost gritted their teeth, and their roars, like cuckoos crying blood, echoed in the air.
But they were held tightly by their friends and brothers who came with them, for fear that they would do something stupid again.
After swallowing two pills, Yiran's condition suddenly recovered.
Today's battle did not reach the limit. It was simply because the gap in cultivation was too big and they were suppressed too miserably.
Two sixth-level hematopoietic pills can almost cure Yiran's injuries.
But Yiran still didn't get up, but fell to the ground and looked at the token flashing in the air.
Including the old man holding his hand on the crenel on the city wall, the eyes of all the spirits present were attracted by the golden light, and they muttered involuntarily:
"Luotian Sect Luotian Peak Earth-level Elder!"
There was even more shock in Nangong Pocheng's eyes.
After Yiran got the token, he put it into the space ring without much thought.
He doesn't care about his identity, and he never even relies on his identity to seek anything.
So Yiran didn't even know that the token he got represented the elders of Luotian Peak, let alone the meaning of the so-called earth-level elders.
But just like the guest elder token of the Linjiang City Alchemist Guild, it was almost never taken out by Yiran.
It was during the Huang family that Yi Ran used it to take advantage of the situation. Unfortunately, as the Huang family was one of the five major families, the founder of the Huang family did not accept this trick.
Not to mention the elder Keqing, even the entire Linjiang City Alchemist Guild, only Cao Cheng could get into the eyes of his great ancestor.
But it was different at this moment. Luotian Sect, the dominant force in Dongzhou, was less than a thousand miles away from Nanshan City.
And they knew very well what the earth-level elders of Luotian Peak meant.
It's just that Yiran himself doesn't know.
Nangong Pocheng's expression was extremely ugly. Even if he was the king of Nanshan City, there was no reason to kill a junior who had just entered the spiritual level.
He didn't ask about Yiran's origins, because he was worried about encountering such a situation.
But just as Yiran's luck was at its peak today, his luck in Nangong Po City wasn't much better either.
If you meet a junior casually on the street, he is someone you cannot afford to offend.
Nangong Pocheng's eyes were as dark as water with murderous intent. After turning his gaze back to Yiran, he rushed towards Yiran without any hesitation:
"If you had reported yourself earlier, maybe you could have been spared your life, but things have reached this point and you have no choice but to die."
"If there is an afterlife, I hope you can learn to be smarter!"
No one thought that Nangong Pocheng would take action decisively after knowing Yiran's identity.
Even the old man on the city wall did not expect this.
The only token that radiated light, after being pulled by Nangong Pocheng's energy, turned into a stream of light and flew in front of Nangong Pocheng.
After stopping, the token shone brightly, condensing into the figure of an old man.
Yiran had never seen this old man before, but the sharpness in the old man made Yiran understand.
This old man is definitely one of the best on Luotian Peak.
The aura of this phantom is not weaker than Nangong Pocheng!
The phantom faced Nangong Pocheng, his lips moved slightly and said:
"I may not be able to deal with the big bully of the small if it happens to others, but if it happens to me, Elder Luo Tianfeng, then you have to weigh it."
As he spoke, Xuying closed his eyes, seeming to feel something.
After just blinking, Xuying opened his eyes and said with astonishment:
"It seems that the name of my Luo Tian Sect is no longer loud enough. Only eight hundred miles away, you dare to murder my elder Luo Tianfeng!"
As he said that, the shadow that felt the provocation completely exploded. The terrifying Qi directly locked on Nangong Pocheng and angrily said:
"Let me see what you are capable of!"
Nangong Pocheng's face turned blue and white, and he argued feebly:
"If I had known that this genius was an elder of Luotian Peak, I would never have taken action."
"But this guy provokes Nanshan City's majesty first without revealing his identity."
"For the sake of Nanshan City's face, I have no choice but to take this step and do it myself."
Xuying's face became even more ugly. He raised his right hand and pointed at Nangong Pocheng with his index finger and cursed:
"You're an old man. What you're saying is that you can bully anyone who's not a junior from Luo Tianfeng, right?"
"The culture of the cultivation world in which the big bully the small is ruined by things like yours!"
Even Yi Ran looked at the phantom with astonishment. He had never thought that the senior who protected the calf could be so domineering.
But a shadow made the king restrain his hands, which also made Yiran completely understand that only strength is the confidence to speak.
Song Tianpeng, the king who gave him the token, also told himself that only the strong are qualified to uphold the justice in his heart.
Yiran sighed deeply and said softly:
"After all, it's still not strong enough!"
Wu Laoer, who had crawled to Yiran's side and supported Yiran, shook his head after hearing Yiran's words, thinking that Yiran was going to give up, and said in a panic:
"No, no, no, little friend Yiran, you are already strong. As long as you survive this disaster, you will become even stronger!"
Nangong Pocheng gritted his teeth and looked at the golden shadow, shouting almost hysterically:
"You, the Luo Tian Sect, are not so bully as to sneak into our Nanshan City and start killing for the sake of so-called justice."
"Today I want to see how your phantom can stop me."
"When I kill this little bastard, will you embarrass me over a dead genius?"
The face of the illusive old man was extremely ugly, and his aura suddenly became turbulent.
"You crowing cock and dog robbers, let me see if your strength can match your mouth!"
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