"Sir, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand!"
Ma Yuan scratched his head naively.
"Pretending not to understand? That's okay!"
Yan Xiong shook his head, too lazy to talk nonsense, and raised his palm to slap out.
boom…
The air suddenly exploded.
It seemed like a simple palm strike, but its power was incredibly powerful.
"Asshole!"
Seeing Yan Xiong attacking without any further ado, Ma Yuan cursed angrily, threw down his candied haws, and jumped back.
"Want to run!"
How could Yan Xiong let him escape
He took light steps, and stood straight in front of him.
boom…
The palm force hit his chest with lightning speed.
boom…
With a loud bang, Ma Yuan's body exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
"ah… "
…
It was not until then that people on the street noticed the direct fight between the two men.
Looking at the blood and flesh all over the ground, the timid people couldn't help but scream.
Yan Xiong frowned as he looked at the blood on his hands.
He overestimated his opponent's strength and underestimated his own strength after breaking into the fourth level.
He thought that this man would be able to block at least two of his attacks.
But it was obvious that he didn't block a single move.
This may be due to the other party's carelessness.
But there is also a reason, that is, he is really too strong.
"Boss!" Hu Yidao took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Yan Xiong.
"Arrange someone to maintain order, don't let people think I'm unsafe!"
Yan Xiong took the handkerchief, wiped his hands, and gave instructions.
"Take me to the yard you mentioned!"
Yan Xiong said as he glanced at the passers-by who were gradually becoming quiet after being comforted by the disciples of Tianxiahui.
"yes!"
Hearing this, Hu Yidao hurriedly led the way.
…
"What are you looking at?"
The stiff-faced old man frowned and looked at Mao Xian who was looking out the door from time to time.
"Nothing. Logically, Xiaoyu from next door should be here by now."
Mao Xian looked outside the door again and saw that there was still no knock. He shook his head and turned back to sit on the stool.
The stiff-faced old man glanced at a wind chime on the table.
“You’d better not invest too much emotion in her, after all, we are just passing by.
Let’s not talk about whether we can survive this time. Even if we survive, can you bring her back to the sect
As your life is coming to an end, if you take her back, you will only harm her.
Without your protection, she would never be able to adapt to the current sect!"
"I know, she just looks too much like Xiao Qingyan."
Mao Xian said softly.
After a pause, he looked at the stiff-faced old man.
"Brother, do you think the method that the sect has just started to implement this year can really make the sect prosperous?"
“How would I know? However, if this system is not implemented, the sect will only become more and more corrupt.
The world of martial arts has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak. If this continues, my Shahai clan will become a part of history.
Only by allowing the sect's disciples to adapt to fighting and killing from an early age can the Sand Sea avoid being eliminated by the times."
The stiff-faced old man picked up a pancake and took a small bite.
Very hard, but filling.
“I still can’t adapt to the sect making such a sudden change.
If the change is successful, will the Sand Sea Sect... become the Sand Sea Demon Sect..."
Mao Xian raised his head, his eyes a little dazed.
"What do you know? Since ancient times, apart from the two great sects of Taoism and Buddhism, how many other decent sects have you seen surviving in the world
How powerful was the Xiaoyao Sect back then. Not only was the founder born into an orthodox Taoist family, he also had countless unique martial arts skills, and all the disciples who left the sect were respected as heroes.
But what about now
Now the Xiaoyao Sect's sect stone tablet has rotted away.
What’s the use of being positive if it doesn’t last
On the contrary, look at the Southern Region Demon Sect, the Central Plains Huangquan Sect, the Western Region Dragon Sect, and even my Mobei Blood Knife Sect.
They are called demons, but so what? With the exception of the Blood Knife Sect, all the other demon sects have a long history and can make a comeback even if they are destroyed.
What do they rely on
It is not good, it is not righteous, it is evil, it is cruel, cruel to the enemy, cruel to oneself. "
The stiff-faced old man looked reprimanded.
"Maybe!" Mao Xian shook his head.
Just a few days before they left, the Shahai Sect, under the decision of many senior leaders, decided to completely change the model of training disciples.
From the previous greenhouse confinement, it has become the survival of the fittest.
The change in the system also means that the disciples' way of life will undergo earth-shaking changes.
Disciples trained with this training method may be arrogant and bad.
But they are not bad to the core.
But now that the training method has become one where the fittest survive and the strong gain resources, the character of the disciples will definitely change.
By the time they started out in the world, they had already become ruthless and cruel.
By then, their style of doing things will tend to be evil.
In this way, the Shahai Sect will sooner or later become the Shahai Demon Sect and become the target of everyone in the world.
Although Mao Xiancong has been in the underworld for many years, he does not consider himself a good person.
But he still couldn't bear to see the sect where he grew up become like that.
But what can he do
Although he is of the fifth rank.
But he is just a man who got promoted by taking drugs. Besides, he is alone and old, so how many people will listen to him
"Don't think too much, and rest early! From what we have learned in the past few days, Yan Xiong's cook should go out to visit his relatives tomorrow. This is our chance.
Find an opportunity to capture him and have him put the Soul-Severing Powder on Yan Xiong’s food…”
"Tsk! I was wondering what your plans were! Turns out you were planning to poison me! But, you may not have a chance!"
The stiff-faced old man was interrupted by a light laugh before he could finish his words.
The sound is very close.
Along with the voice, a tall, young, and imposing young man slowly walked in from outside the yard.
As he entered, an astonishing oppressive force emanated from him.
"Yanxiong!"
Mao Xian and the stiff-faced old man stood up as if facing a great enemy, with expressions of disbelief and deep vigilance on their faces.
"Shahai Sect really looks down on me. They want to kill me and actually send a bunch of you old, weak and sick people."
After taking a quick look around, Yan Xiong chuckled.
"Yanxiong, how did you find us?"
The stiff-faced old man retreated to Mao Xian's side, and the two of them looked at Yan Xiong warily.
“If I say that I was just passing by the door and saw that the feng shui of this yard was good, so I came in to take a look, would you believe me
This courtyard with such good feng shui is perfect for burying you, don’t you think? "
Yan Xiong raised the corner of his mouth and said.
The old man with a stiff face looked angry. Yan Xiong's contemptuous attitude towards them made him instantly angry.
However, he did not act rashly.
The astonishing pressure coming from Yan Xiong made him realize that even if the two of them joined forces, they would never be Yan Xiong's opponent.
So, he retreated with Mao Xian while transmitting messages to him.
"Use the five poisonous bullets. Even if he dies, he will lose a layer of skin."
The Five Poison Bomb is made by gathering together many poisonous substances and is extremely powerful. Although it looks like a small bomb, once it explodes, extremely toxic smoke will spread within three or four miles around.
Although this poisonous smoke could not kill Yan Xiong, it would definitely poison him.
And, most importantly, this is Songyao City.
As soon as the five poison bombs explode, a large number of ordinary people around will be poisoned.
Ordinary people are not Yan Xiong. They will definitely not be able to survive for more than half an hour after inhaling this poisonous smoke.
Songyao is the headquarters of Tianxiahui.
If many people died, it would definitely be a blow to the currently thriving Tianxiahui.
If you can't protect ordinary people at the gate of the headquarters, how can you be qualified to rule the border town
He was planning to make the Tianxiahui lose its mind here.