Ye Chengwen was extremely anxious when he saw Song Chen was about to hit Ye Xiangyang. He ran in quickly and stood in front of Ye Xiangyang: "Don't hit him, don't hit him, he has nothing to do with us. If you want to hit me, hit me."
Song Chen smiled coldly and attacked Ye Xiangyang without any hesitation. He did not care about Ye Chengwen at all. Even though Ye Chengwen was blocking in front of him, his punch did not stop at all.
The Emperor is at the peak of the Eight Stars, and has been fighting on the battlefield for years. His punch is extremely powerful. With a murderous aura and infinite killing intent, he wants to kill his opponent with one fatal punch.
Ye Chengwen knew he couldn't stop him, but Ye Xiangyang was his grandfather's cure, so how could he be bullied by others? He stood in front of Ye Xiangyang.
Song Chen punched Ye Chengwen's head, and the punch was enough to make Ye Chengwen's head burst.
Ye Xiangyang stretched out his hand and turned Ye Chengwen, making him stand behind him. He punched out with his left hand without using any magical powers.
The two men's fists faced each other, and Ye Xiangyang felt nervous: Oh my, Danxian, please don't suffer any loss.
Shi Jinpeng and Guo Zuoren sneered, as if they saw Ye Xiangyang's miserable end of being knocked away and crippled.
Song Chen's Heaven-Strengthening Fist was extremely powerful, and he once killed a small team leader of the enemy with one punch. The pharmacist had to suffer a great loss if he punched hastily.
"Hehehe, only if he's injured and has some blood let out, will he be obedient."
"That's right. If we don't let him suffer a little, he won't know that the pot is made of iron and how powerful we are. Song Chen fought well."
Ye Xinghe also stood at the door of the house. He was trembling and it was very inconvenient for him to walk.
"Don't hit him, don't hit him, this guy has nothing to do with us."
He clearly saw Song Chen's fierce fist and Ye Xiangyang's hasty fist collide with each other, and there was a dull thud.
Song Chen was like a thrown bag, thrown directly out of the house, flew past Ye Xinghe, flew more than ten feet away, smashed the wooden fence of Ye Xinghe's house, and fell outside.
During the flight, Song Chen screamed, and there was a sound of bones breaking on his body. He flew all the way, leaving bloodstains on the ground.
With a thud, Song Chen fell on the road outside, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. His right arm broke with a crack, and his clothes and skin were torn.
After he sat up, he pointed at Ye Xiangyang, his eyes popped out, and he fell back and died.
Shi Jinpeng and Guo Zuoren finally came to their senses. They were just frightened. They knew how powerful Song Chen was, but they were knocked more than ten feet away by this extremely young man in front of them and then died.
They rushed out in one step and quickly came to Song Chen's side. They saw that Song Chen's right arm was missing, and the right half of his body was torn, with broken bones and internal organs shattered into a mess.
How powerful does the young pharmacist have to be able to beat Song Chen into such a state
Shi Jinpeng and Guo Zuoren drew out their swords, their eyes were shining coldly, and a murderous aura rose from their bodies: "Boy, you dare to murder the government troops. You don't take our Danding Xianzong seriously. You must be a spy from the Zisha Sect. If we don't catch you and avenge Song Chen, we will be sorry to our brothers."
After saying this, he rushed towards Ye Xiangyang.
Ye Xiangyang walked out of the hut, and Ye Xinghe said to him, "Danxian, don't worry about us, just leave now."
Ye Xiangyang looked at Ye Xinghe. The old man's eyes were full of concern. Ye Xinghe was not thinking about him, but was worried about himself. This man was really upright and honest. He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
Ye Xinghe's worries were not without reason. The reason why these people could do whatever they wanted was because they were members of the Danding Divine Sect. Although there was a huge difference between them and the sect's disciples, they were, after all, soldiers protecting the territory for the Danding Divine Sect.
If we kill them, the army will not agree, and neither will the Danding Xianzong, which will cause great trouble.
Ye Xiangyang did not change his figure or speed, and stepped past Ye Xinghe: "Old man, don't worry, I will take care of these bastards."
Jin Shipeng held a sword in his hand, which was shining with cold light and exuding a chilling aura. It drew a bright line and rushed towards Ye Xiangyang directly.
In Guo Zuoren's hand was a long sword, which was also a heavenly-grade weapon. In the fairy world, heavenly-grade weapons were just ordinary weapons, but this kind of weapon was made of fine steel and under the influence of their extraordinary fairy power, it had the power to kill everything.
Ye Xiangyang did not dodge, but punched directly at the sword.
Jin Shipeng and Guo Zuoren were delighted. Hehehe, do you think your bare fists can withstand our weapons? You are dead.
Two cold lights came straight towards him.
Ye Xiangyang’s fist, a sky-breaking strike.
Dangdang, two punches hit the weapons of the two men.
Ye Xinghe and Ye Chengwen heard two loud clanging sounds, and then the two weapons whooshed directly into the sky and flew an unknown distance.
Jin Shipeng and Guo Zuoren stretched out their hands and saw that they were covered in blood and their skin and flesh were torn. They stepped back a dozen steps and sat down on the ground with a thud.
There was fear in their eyes when they looked at Ye Xiangyang. Could it be that the extremely young pharmacist had the cultivation level of an earthly immortal? Even if he was a powerful earthly immortal, he couldn't be so powerful.
Ye Xiangyang walked towards them step by step. The two men didn't care about the pain in their hands. They could feel the murderous aura emanating from Ye Xiangyang, so they quickly jumped up, turned around and ran.
While desperately running away, they shouted: "Just wait for me, kid, we will tear you into pieces."
"Ye Xinghe, just wait for me. You seduced the Purple Evil Sect and killed our soldiers. You are courting death. You are dead. Really dead."
Ye Xinghe's face became even gloomier when he heard what they said. He said to Ye Xiangyang, "Danxian, you'd better leave quickly. Leave this troubled place. Otherwise, if they call in experts, you'll be in danger."
"I can't leave. You take Ye Chengwen with you. He's still a child. Is that okay?"
Ye Xinghe was gasping for breath as he spoke; his injuries were so severe that his life was in danger.
Ye Xiangyang smiled slightly, supported him and said, "Don't be afraid, old man. Even if they come, I am still here. Your injuries must be treated as quickly as possible. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."
Ye Xinghe smiled bitterly: "Don't bother, my life has come to an end, and the immortal elixir can't cure me."
Ye Xiangyang asked him to sit down, and then took out the three-patterned heavenly-grade life-saving healing pill that he had just refined: "Can it be cured? Take one first, and I will help you heal."
The bright red pill seemed to be carved from red agate, crystal clear and round like a pearl. Three white jade-like lines ran through the pill. Not to mention the efficacy, the appearance alone made people believe that this was a good pill.
A fragrance wafted into his nose. Ye Xinghe was a connoisseur of valuables and knew that the elixir was precious. He put the elixir in his mouth tremblingly.
The fragrance filled his mouth.
Ye Xiangyang circulated his immortal power to guide the medicinal power into Ye Xinghe's body, helping to maximize the effect of the elixir.
Ye Xinghe's internal injuries were too severe, truly life-threatening. If Ye Xiangyang hadn't come, he wouldn't have survived this month.
Under Ye Xiangyang's guidance, the medicinal power slowly repaired the body.
The abnormal color on Ye Xinghe's cheeks slowly faded, and gradually the normal color appeared. He could feel that the injuries in his body were being repaired. What a magical elixir. The elixir immortal who came from the lower world was really not an ordinary person.
While they were treating their injuries, Shi Jinpeng and Guo Zuoren fled in a panic. They treated their own injuries on the way, then snatched the mounts and rode towards the military camp at full speed.
They came to the camp of the centurion Mao Chengbi and knelt down: "General, General, you have to make the decision for us. Look, the two of us were injured and Song Chen was killed by a punch."
"General, Lao Yetou colluded with the people of the Purple Evil Sect. His crime is extremely heinous and he deserves death. You cannot forgive him."
Mao Chengbi had a donkey face, a hooked nose, and deep eye sockets. When he heard the report, frost covered his cheeks. He asked the two to stand up: "Stand up, and tell us what happened in detail."
"General, we have been ordered to go to Lao Yetou's house. Lao Yetou has already invited a pharmacist to treat him. When we went there, the elixir had already been successfully refined. I also saw with my own eyes the magical elixir that can improve martial arts aptitude, and I realized that this elixir maker is really not simple."
Mao Chengbi was more interested in elixirs that could improve martial arts aptitude. If an alchemist could refine medicines that could improve martial arts aptitude, the Arctic Sky would be vast and the sales would be like the sea, which would be a great opportunity to make a fortune.
Mao Chengbi's eyes were bright: "Keep talking!"
"I thought that such a good alchemist should be recruited to be ours no matter what. I invited him to join our army with my kind words. I promised him that as long as he could come to our army, he would be treated as a centurion at least."
"Who would have known?" The man smiled coldly, "Centurion, you are nothing. You are insulting me. Get out of here. Otherwise, I will twist off your heads."
"Song Chen said: Pharmacist, we sincerely invite you. Think about it, if you come to our Danding Divine Sect's army, maybe you will have the possibility of joining the Danding Divine Sect."
"Who would have thought that at this point, the alchemist would attack from the dark and kill Song Chen with one punch."
"Guo Zuoren and I went to Song Chen's place and found that he was dead and there was no way to save him. Guo Zuoren and I were furious at the time. Damn it, how could they kill us brothers in front of us?"
"We fought a great battle with him, and he wounded our arm. General, you have to help us."
Mao Chengbi looked at their injuries and found that the bones in both hands were broken and their forearms were fractured.
His eyes became more and more ferocious, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. "Come here, gather a thousand men and drive them to the small fishing village. I want to see who the spies from the Purple Evil Sect are and how they could have so brazenly broken into our Kongyi City."
The messenger went to convey the order. Mao Chengbi thought about it and said, "Hehe, Ye Xinghe, I want to take your Nine Heavens Seal as well. The alchemist will also become my medicine slave."