"Brother, listen to my advice and go back with us. There are people from the Golden Bell Cult guarding the intersection, you can't get in!" The old man kindly advised.
"Yeah, I heard that Dong Xuanwu has cultivated the magical powers of the Golden Bell Cult and the Golden Bell Divine Mask to the point where it is invulnerable to swords and guns, and no one under King Wu can break its Dharma body. It's his opponent." Another advised.
"Is there no one under King Wu who can break it?" Han Yu raised his brows, and it seemed that he was the same way, and he immediately developed a strong interest in Dong Xuanwu. He folded his fists and said, "You guys go first, I'll go take a look and then talk about it."
Han Yu didn't linger any longer and went inside quickly.
"Brother, don't go!"
"What do you care about him? The words have been said clearly enough. He will regret it when we end up like us. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world, let's go!"
A group of people left quickly.
Flying in Phoenix Mountain will become a very conspicuous target, so Han Yu has been walking through the forest. Because this is the path reserved by Phoenix Mountain, there are no monsters on the road.
Although Han Yu didn't know which way to go in before, but with his power of observation, he could find the right way from the footprints of human beings.
Han Yu went all the way, and met some people who escaped. When talking about discoloration to Jin Zhongjiao and Dong Xuanwu, many people persuaded Han Yu to go back.
When approaching a canyon, Han Yu saw a group of people guarding in front of the canyon. Everyone served in pale yellow robes. A bell-shaped logo was embroidered above their hearts. They were the people of the Golden Bell.
At the mouth of the canyon, the ground has been stained red with blood, and in the woods on both sides, there are some corpses lying in disorder.
Han Yu was quite resentful, these first-class sects really didn't take everyone's life seriously. Han Yu didn't hide it at all, and walked over with a swagger. He wanted to see how capable the people of Jin Zhongjiao were.
"Yohoo, here comes another one who is not afraid of death!" Han Yucai walked into the sight of everyone in the Golden Bell Cult, and everyone was refreshed, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.
They are stuck here, and they have gained a lot these days.
The non-first-class sects who can walk into this place can be regarded as powerful and rich, even richer than their first-class sect disciples.
They're now in love with robberies. A person came forward to give them wealth without knowing how to live or die, making them all like chicken blood.
"Didn't you meet those people who went back on the road?" A young man in his early twenties, looking at the sky, asked imposingly.
This person is only at the third level of Wu Zun's cultivation. If he hadn't been a first-class sect disciple, it would have been impossible for him to enter Phoenix Mountain.
"I see!" Han Yu said lightly.
"That's good, you know our rules, right?" the young man asked.
"I don't know!" Han Yu replied calmly.
"Yo ho, it's an itchy one again." The young man looked at Han Yu, pointed at the dead body by the roadside, and said indifferently: "See? Do not follow our rules, this is an example!"
Han Yu said, "I really don't know what your rules are."
The young man said: "I hand over the Qiankun bag on my body to get out of the way, and I won't be beaten; those who don't want to be handed over will be beaten hard; those who dare to resist are just like them!"
The young man pointed to the dead body by the road again.
Han Yu said: "It's a coincidence, my rules here are similar to yours."
The young man's face turned cold and he asked, "What are the rules?" He could already see that Han Yu wanted to resist.
Han Yu said: "I handed over the Qiankun bag on my body and made a way to avoid being severely beaten; if I don't want to hand it over, I don't want to give way, I'll be beaten severely; if they dare to resist, that's what they look like!"
Han Yu also pointed to the corpse by the roadside, and said something in a similar way.
A middle-aged man walked behind him, turned the young man aside, and snorted coldly, "The tone is quite loud, it seems that you have chosen the third option!"
This middle-aged man is a master of the eighth level of Wu Zun. He is the most powerful person here. It seems that Dong Xuanwu and other masters feel that the cleaning is almost done, so they leave first.
Han Yu's body was shocked, and the breath of Wu Zun's fourth layer erupted, saying: "Then which one do you choose?"
"Ha ha… "
All of a sudden, there were bursts of laughter. They didn't expect that a person with a mouth full of bullshit would be so weak.
"You see he still wears a mask, pretending to be mysterious and scary?"
"Damn it, it really scared me to death, how could there be such a mysterious and powerful person!"
The people of Jin Zhongjiao laughed directly. Han Yu's dress, plus the previous words, made them still a little vigilant, thinking that he was a difficult guy, but they didn't expect to be revealed all of a sudden.
The fourth level of Wu Zun is the person with the lowest cultivation base they encountered here.
"How is it, are you afraid? I'll give you a second chance to hand over all the Qiankun bags to avoid the pain of flesh and blood!" Han Yu said. There are quite a few newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers and sit in and watch the sky.
The people of Jin Zhongjiao laughed until their stomach hurts, thinking who the hell is this person, very stupid and naive.
"What are you laughing at?" Han Yu pretended to be surprised.
"Of course I'm laughing at you, boy, how did you get here, didn't you sneak in?" The middle-aged man patted Han Yu on the shoulder, and his tears burst into laughter.
"What's so funny about me?" Han Yu continued to pretend.
"Boom!" The breath of the middle-aged man erupted violently, and then slapped on Han Yu's body like a flood. Han Yu stepped back seven or eight steps, staggered and almost fell. The alien exclaimed in disbelief: "You... you are the eighth level of Wu Zun?"
"Hey, do you know how ridiculous you are?" the middle-aged man said, rather like a superior.
"No... Isn't that the eighth level of Wu Zun? Yes... what's so great!" Han Yu stammered, his body still trembling.
This appearance gives people a feeling that they are extremely afraid, but even if they are beaten to death, they have to pretend to be forceful.
And after Han Yu made such a fuss, the people of Jin Zhongjiao didn't take Han Yu to heart at all, and even had the heart to play with Han Yu.
"Really? Could it be that the eighth level of Wu Zun is nothing special, but the fourth level of Wu Zun is amazing? Ah? Haha..." The middle-aged man raised his head and laughed.
Fighting and killing all the time is inevitably boring, and suddenly such a strange and funny person appeared, he was a little reluctant to kill Han Yu all at once, ready to keep playing slowly.
Han Yu acted like he wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to escape, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I don't think you're anything special, dare you let me punch you and try again, Wu Zun Bazhong again. What? I can still punch you to death!"