The light-armored old man has three realms of body-refining cultivation and is the second-best master on the field after Tang Jingran.
But facing this green shadow that suddenly appeared, he was as clumsy as a mortal. He flew backwards before he could react. He was hit by a blow to his lumbar spine and was in excruciating pain. He collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.
A mouthful of blood spurted out. The old man's face turned pale and he kicked the iron plate.
Regardless of what this green shadow is, being able to think of him as a top means that he has at least the fourth realm's combat power!
Before the city lord Zou Qin was promoted to Grandmaster, who in the entire Guangping cultivation world would dare to offend this mysterious Beishan Village?
Tang Jingran looked serious, sighed, and accused:
"Old Wu, this is your fault. You don't go through the front door, but you want to climb over other people's fences. Where is the demeanor of a practitioner?"
"Yeah, yeah..." The others also criticized.
The cultivator who had just agreed with Lao Wu and put pressure on the village now looked upright and angrily denounced this inappropriate behavior.
When Old Wu saw this, he was so angry that he spurted out another mouthful of blood.
Tang Jingran bowed and apologized to the villagers again, "Please forgive me, this old Wu is old, eager to break through the realm, and his mind is already wrong. This time he came on his own initiative and has nothing to do with the Guangping cultivation world."
"If your village wants to ask for an explanation, I can also help and let Old Wu apologize obediently."
"No need." The man standing at the entrance of the village said stiffly, "He has been punished for breaking into Beishan Village without permission. Please don't show up here in the future."
"Your village is so generous." Tang Jingran praised, then turned to glare at Old Wu, "Did you hear that? Why don't you leave quickly?"
He glared and shouted, and his stomach bulged slightly, as if there was a muffled roar of toads. Hearing it made people feel stressed. The second master in Guangping also had a unique skill.
Old Wu was helped up by his own children. He lowered his head, not daring to provoke the public's anger again. He turned around and left without saying a word.
Zou Hanshan said: "You still have the false title of vice president of the martial arts academy? Resign after you go back. If you don't accept it, heal your injury and I will come to ask for advice."
In the second realm of body refining, it seems natural to speak like this to the third realm.
Old Wu coughed a few times and almost vomited a mouthful of blood. Without answering, he disappeared into the long grass.
With the unpleasant factors removed, everyone once again put on their overflowing smiles and continued to get close to the villagers. Some even tried to walk on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.
The villagers moved out the chairs and sat and talked with these practitioners. Gradually they became less restrained and the atmosphere became more harmonious.
At this time, a farmer strode from the field carrying a bamboo basket, shouting: "Here comes the return gift."
The man guarding the village entrance looked at it and waved his hands in disgust.
"Take it back quickly. People use such beautiful boxes to give gifts. Your broken bamboo basket is so shabby. It's outrageous."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a series of noises nearby. All the guests stood up and stared into the bamboo basket with extremely hot eyes.
Tang Jingran even said anxiously: "If it's not shabby, how can it be shabby? This bamboo basket is worth ten thousand dollars!"
"Really?" The man scratched his head again.
A group of people had already gathered around, stretching their necks and staring at the golden and plump grains of rice in the bamboo baskets.
"This is top-grade spiritual rice! It has yellow tassels and golden patterns, and its color is crystal clear. It's the first-grade spiritual rice with golden patterns!" Someone who knows the industry can't help but tremble in their voice.
"This valley is most suitable for the human race's physique. Taking it every day is better than thousands of miraculous medicines."
Some people lowered their heads, took a deep breath, and inhaled the fragrance of rice ears into their noses, with a look of intoxication on their faces.
"Wonderful, I feel that all the meridians throughout my body are smoother."
"Is it so good?" Seeing everyone's exaggerated reaction, the villagers were a little confused, "However, if we eat every meal, we will indeed gain a lot of strength, and the dolls will grow faster."
"Eat every meal..."
Tang Jingran was well-rounded and had a wide circle of friends. With this, he built a huge business and had countless properties to his name, making him the richest man in Guangping.
But when I heard this now, I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked seriously: "Everyone, can this rice be sold?"
The villagers shook their heads, "Just cultivating the fields like this, the output is not much, I have to leave it to the children to eat."
"That's right." Tang Jingran felt a little regretful. She turned her head and looked at the fields, feeling more and more shocked in her heart.
Although Jinwengu is good, what is more precious is the environment in which it is grown.
Soil, water quality, spiritual energy concentration...all kinds of harsh conditions are indispensable.
And this place should be a barren mountain with extremely thin spiritual energy.
"There must be advanced spirit-gathering formations in this village! Spiritual springs and spiritual soil are also indispensable. It is not a fairyland on earth and cannot grow high-grade rice."
"It can't be seen from the outside, but if you walk in and observe - it is probably no less than those caves and paradises carefully managed by the big forces."
Surrounded by numerous formations, guarded by mysterious green shadows, and fed by the most advanced golden-patterned spiritual valley, the villagers are hiding in the mountains, isolated from the world. If there had been no earthquake, they might never have appeared in the world...
"We are cultivating in the mortal world, but they are cultivating immortals in the hidden world." Tang Jingran was filled with envy.
He was suddenly curious, what would the dolls the villagers called grow up in such an environment like?
He glanced around and saw no children, but found that one of the guests was missing.
"Hey, where is Zou Hanshan?"
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"You seem quite strong, at least you don't look weak."
"My name is Di Xiaofei, and I am now an invincible fighter in Beishan Village - how about we have a showdown?"
The person who said this was a lean young man, almost as tall as an adult, but his appearance could not hide his youthfulness.
A pair of eyes rolled around, observing the cold and arrogant young man in front of him.
"You have the demeanor of a master."
Di Xiaofei tried his best to keep a straight face, trying to imitate the other party, showing off the aura of a cold master.
It's a pity that he couldn't imitate Zou Hanshan's previous arrogant demeanor, but instead looked a bit funny.
Zou Hanshan's pupils shrank, and he didn't pay attention to Di Xiaofei's strange expression. Instead, he stared closely at the young man's body with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Little brother, how old are you...?"
"Thirteen." Di Xiaofei said, not feeling very confident, and added: "Fourteen in real time, fifteen in the blink of an eye, sixteen in the hair, and it will be seventeen soon."
"How long have you been practicing?"
"Three years."
Finally, Zou Hanshan opened his mouth with some difficulty, as if he wanted to confirm an extremely heavy fact:
"The peak of the second level of body refining?"
"You have discovered all this." Di Xiaofei said happily, "Come on, let's have a showdown. This is my first time fighting with someone outside."
"Although you are slow in cultivation and at such an old age, your level is similar to mine, but your aura is quite extraordinary. You should be able to fight with me a few times."
Zou Hanshan listened to these words with an expressionless face, but his breathing could not help but become a little faster.
The aura that permeates the wind is so rich that it generates its own fragrance, which is refreshing and makes people feel as if they are in a dream.
But he was in a bad mood.
If this was a dream, it was definitely a nightmare.
After a moment of silence, Zou Hanshan regained his cold temperament, "You have such good conditions, it is normal for you to refine your body quickly."
"However, the art of fighting requires long-term training and is full of hardships and dangers. It cannot be practiced by flowers in a greenhouse."
"Fight against me, I'm afraid you will be hit too hard."
Di Xiaofei smiled and shook his head, "I'm not afraid of blows. I'm used to being beaten every day."
As he said this, his feet swayed, and his figure appeared beside Zou Hanshan like a leaf flying in the wind.
The left arm is slightly bent and thrown forward.
The shoulders, elbows, wrists, and fingers, from top to bottom, are like bamboo joints from large to small, forming a flexible bamboo branch and whipping away quickly.
Before his fingertips could reach him, the beard and hair of the young man across from him had been blown away, flying high in the strong wind.
Zou Hanshan's whole body was covered with chills, and he felt that a steel whip was about to hit him, so he had to kick on the ground and retreat quickly.
When retreating violently, the fingers of both hands were clasped, hidden in the sleeves, and rowed against the wind.
As his sleeves swelled, a sharp eagle whistle suddenly sounded.
Three hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Zou family were on the front line and saw the Black Eagle King attack with his own eyes. He was hidden in the clouds and suddenly fell from the sky. A pair of sharp claws like steel hooks tore off the arm of a human king.
This scene was something he would never forget. After the war, he spent decades and all he had learned in his life, finally simulating this style.
The black eagle's claws rise from the sleeves.
When you see the shadow of the clouds and hear the whistling sound, you know that the time of death has come.
At this moment, the sharp eagle claws reappeared, accurately catching Di Xiaofei's whip while moving at high speed.
With ten fingers grasping tightly, the boy's arm can be cut off.
Zou Hanshan planned to exert a little effort to teach the young man a lesson, so that the young man would know that some things cannot be achieved quickly.
But as soon as he grabbed it with his fingers, Di Xiaofei's left arm made a soft clicking sound.
The hidden second force burst out suddenly, like an undercurrent in the water, rolling up rolling waves.
Big waves surged and hit the rocks.
boom!
Zou Hanshan was so shocked that his fingers were numb, and he was forced to let go and retreat a few steps away.
Looking down at his right hand again, several fingers were twisted unnaturally and had been dislocated.
His face was livid and his eyes were a little distracted.
After a while, he opened his mouth to ask, his voice particularly bitter, "What kind of martial skill is this?"
Di Xiaofei grinned.
"Jie Jin."
