Yan Xiong couldn't hear the stiff-faced old man's voice transmission, but from the slight movement of his lips, he guessed that he might be transmitting a message.
The villain died because he talked too much, and he didn't want this to happen to him.
So, he didn't hesitate, and suddenly, without any warning, he took action.
His target was not the stiff-faced old man, but the man with a conflicted look on his face as he reached for the spear in his arms.
In this critical moment, instead of being alert to the enemy, he reached into his arms. Even a fool could see that there was something wrong.
So, he moved forward and headed straight for the spear.
"Yan Xiong, die!"
When the stiff-faced old man next to him saw this, his aura suddenly increased, his body made a crackling sound, and he turned directly into a three-meter-tall man.
The sudden increase in height and size made the entire room seem extremely small.
He raised his fist, which was like a sledgehammer, and smashed it directly at Yan Xiong's head.
“It’s all fancy!”
Yan Xiong snorted coldly, used the technique of catching wind and shadow, and his body disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Mao Xian.
Boom... The whole house shook violently, and debris from the roof kept falling.
The stiff-faced old man punched the ground directly, leaving a huge fist mark.
The fist missed, the stiff-faced old man's expression suddenly changed, and he looked back.
This sight immediately made him terrified.
In the time it took for a punch to land, Yan Xiong arrived in front of Mao Xian behind him.
In an instant, he even held the spear in his hand like holding a chicken.
Such speed, such strength.
It's so terrifying.
"It's interesting, but you're going to die anyway!"
Yan Xiong said to Mao Xian with some surprise.
Just now, Mao Xian had taken out the five-poison bullet.
He could actually crush it with a little force, but he didn't. Instead, he just held it in his hand and looked at Yan Xiong with an indifferent expression.
Although I don't understand why this guy let it go.
But that doesn't mean Yan Xiong won't kill him.
In his eyes, good guys and bad guys are the same, as long as they are enemies, they must die.
Snap…
Just give it a gentle pinch.
Mao Xian didn't resist at all and his neck was crushed.
"Waste, waste..."
The stiff-faced old man looked at Mao Xian who did not resist at all, and an angry look appeared on his face.
"die… "
He raised his fists high and smashed them directly at Yan Xiong.
Yan Xiong held the five-poison bullet in one hand and looked calmly at the iron fist that was hitting him.
Just as the iron fist was about to fall, a brilliant golden light suddenly burst out from his body.
Bang…
A huge fist smashed into him.
His feet suddenly sank and sank directly into the ground.
"How is this possible? What kind of martial arts is this?!"
The stiff-faced old man looked incredulous.
He believed that Yan Xiong would definitely be able to dodge his punch.
But that is to avoid, not to resist.
His violent ape power is the first-class physical training martial art of the Shahai Sect.
Not to mention the other fifth-grade masters, even his fourth-grade senior brother Ding Huanri might not dare to take it head-on.
But now, Yan Xiong not only held on, but also seemed to have no signs of injury.
Yan Xiong shook his head, feeling a little dizzy, but he still curled up the corners of his mouth. This Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill was indeed the world's top physical training skill.
Withstanding a full-strength attack from a fifth-grade warrior only made him feel a little dizzy.
Although it's just a fake fifth-grade one.
But from this point of view, he activated this skill with the strength of a fourth-grade person. I am afraid that among the fifth-grade people, unless they are the top-level people or people with magical weapons, no one else would be able to break his defense.
"You've used so many moves, you must be tired, try to take my punch!"
Yan Xiong pulled his feet out from deep in the ground and then punched out.
"this… "
Under the horrified gaze of the stiff-faced old man, the temperature of the entire room dropped rapidly and then frost formed.
Bang…
The sound wasn't loud, just the sound of an ordinary fist hitting your body.
But the stiff-faced old man was killed directly by this seemingly light punch.
Not only was he killed instantly by the punch, but his body was also frozen by a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye.
From the outside, his terrified look and face looked vivid, as if he was still alive.
Yan Xiong pushed him gently.
Snap…
With just a slight touch, Frost's frozen body cracked all over and turned into a pile of ice.
Yan Xiong looked at his fist, his eyes thoughtful.
He could feel that the power of his several martial arts had begun to truly manifest after he broke into the fourth level.
After rummaging through Mao Xian's arms and finding a box of medicinal pills, Yan Xiong left the courtyard directly.
"Arrange people to clean it up, and comfort the residents around here."
After leaving the courtyard, Yan Xiong said to Hu Yidao who was standing there.
"Quick, quick, get out of the way..."
"This is Boss Yan, why is he here..."
"I heard from the disciples of Tianxiahui that the three old men living in that yard are thieves and wanted criminals..."
"No! I see, he's already so old!"
…
Ignoring the whispers around him, Yan Xiong walked towards Tianxiahui.
In his arms he was playing with a small black bomb.
Yan Xiong had never seen the five poisonous bombs.
But he also knows something about poisons.
He smelled poison from the thing in his hand.
He could feel that with just a slight squeeze of his hand, this little thing would unleash a powerful force.
Although this power is only average for him, it may be a disaster for ordinary people.
Outside the courtyard, Hu Yidao directed his men to go into the house and clean up the bodies.
"Hiss..."
“Why is it so cold!”
As soon as he entered the room, a bone-chilling chill hit his whole body, and a disciple of the Tianxiahui couldn't help but say.
Hu Yidao tightened his collar and said, "This is the gang leader's Heavenly Frost Fist. When you practice it to perfection, it can turn into frost. Anyone hit by it will be frozen to death."
Hu Yidao is quite familiar with the Tianshuang Fist.
Because he had only practiced two styles of Tianshuang Fist, and now these two martial arts were his means of saving his life.
"How amazing! I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to learn such powerful martial arts!"
In addition to Hu Yidao, there were a total of four Tianxiahui disciples who came in to clean up. The one who looked the youngest among them looked at the ice on the ground with a longing look on his face.
Glancing at him, Hu Yidao said, "As long as you have contribution points, you can enter the Sutra Library of our Tianxiahui to exchange for martial arts.
Among them, the gang leader's several martial arts are all included! It's just that the contribution points required are numerous. If you work hard and accumulate contribution points, you may be able to learn them."
"I must learn this martial art!" said the young man with a longing look on his face.
Hu Yidao nodded without saying anything.
"Hu Chengshou, there is a woman making trouble outside, she wants to come in."
At this time, someone reported outside the door.
"You guys pack up! I'll go take a look."
Hu Yidao frowned and walked out.
"Sir, let me go in and take a look! My Xiaoyu is in there..."
As soon as he reached the door, he heard crying sounds.
Hearing this, he understood that this woman should be the mother of the little girl.