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Gongsun Yan looked at Yan Qi, who was lying on the ground in the distance, rolling and wailing, and was shocked by the big eyes of almond eyes. He immediately threw a look of admiration at Zhao Hen, almost almost appeared in Xiao Xingxing.

Gongsun Yan couldn't help but be shocked. You must know that there were more than a dozen Jindan stage cultivators who just surrounded Zhao Hen, and Zhao Hen's cultivation seemed to be just a foundation-building stage! Cross-border confrontation, and more than a dozen were together. Such a gap was simply heaven and earth. If everyone was as evil as Zhao Hen, then the seniors in the cultivation world might have to hang themselves with noodles! However, everyone didn't know that the lightning mixed with Zhao Hen's palm was condensed from the soul heart, more refined than ordinary cultivators, and at least ten times stronger! However, this move was extremely consuming, and with Zhao Hen's current cultivation level, he could only use it a few times.

Zhao Hen's palm had completely angered Yan Qi. Even his voice became much sharper. He shouted at his dozen Jindan guards: "You dare to hit me, kill this bastard!"

Yan Qi's roar also made the dozen Jindan guards come back from the shock, and then shouted angrily. When they moved, they rushed towards Zhao Hen like lightning. Unfortunately, the dozen Jindans had just moved, and the screaming thunder sounded suddenly. Then Zhao Hen's body turned into several afterimages with the lightning of light. Then several afterimages disappeared, and Zhao Hen suddenly appeared behind a Jindan guard. The sudden change caused the Jindan face to change, and in a hurry, he hurriedly waved his palm to greet him.

"Bang!"

A dull sound suddenly sounded, and everyone was shocked to see that the Golden Pill stage guard with a cultivation level of one great level than Zhao Hen quickly retreated until he scratched a dozen meters of dents on the ground, and then he stabilized his body. However, Zhao Hen was like casting steel and iron, without moving at all.

Shocked by the strength shown by Zhao Hen, the remaining dozen Jindan guards did not dare to make any changes, but they only complained in their hearts that Yan Qi had been rampant in this market for so many years, but this time he was kicked to the iron plate. The cultivator in front of him seemed to have only the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, but his strength was extremely strong. The strength that the palm burst out before was definitely not comparable to that of any other Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator.

Just when more than a dozen Golden Pill Guards were anxious, a figure suddenly rushed from the center of the market, and then appeared above the street. A majestic momentum suddenly surged out, sweeping up over the sky, and a gloomy voice lingered in the market: "This fellow Taoist does not take me seriously!"

Hearing the gloomy sound from the sky, the eyes of the market swept upwards, and then the screams suddenly sounded in the market.

"It's actually the ancestor of the Yan family?"

"He actually came in person? Hehe, it seems that there are some good shows today..."

Amid the shock of everyone, the dozen Jindan guards who were acting in response to the enemy were also shocked when they saw the person coming, and immediately hurriedly said respectfully: "Welcome to the ancestor."

In the sky, an old man in blue robe slowly landed on the ground from the air, his face was slightly wider, and he felt a sense of being arrogant without anger. He heard more than a dozen Jindan guards saluting respectfully, and just nodded casually. Then he looked in Yan Qi's direction. When Yan Qi was charred and embarrassed, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. His eyes turned to Zhao Hen, and he said slowly: "This little friend is a good method. He actually hurt my grandson like this!"

At this moment, many monks were surrounded by the streets of Fangshi due to the changes here. When these guys saw the Nascent Soul monks in the Fangshi rushed over, they all shook their heads and then all looked at Zhao Hen with sympathy. Today, this guy actually hurt the grandson of the Nascent Soul monk who was in charge here. It seems that the tragedy on earth will be played on this guy who is ignorant of the sky and earth.

"Grandpa... He beat me like this, you have to make the decision for your grandson!" Before Zhao Hen could speak, Yan Qi, who was in a mess, suddenly sagged his mouth when he saw the old man in blue robe, and tears kept. Today he suffered more shame than in the past year. In normal times, Yan Qi had to bully others. How could he have been beaten like this? Now that he saw the old man appearing, he suddenly seemed to have a backer, pointing his finger at Zhao Hen, like a resentful person complaining, but he was crying so hard that his nose was flowing out!

Yan Qi's arrogant and domineering face just now cried and cried, which made many monks present despise. Seeing a scene in the scene, the old man thought about it for a moment and knew what had happened. He shouted coldly: "I dare to attack my grandson here, I am very brave. Today I will let me understand the methods of my friend!"

As soon as the words were finished, the old man flashed his body and rushed directly to Zhao Hen, stretching out his yellow palm from his cuff to attack Zhao Hen. This seemingly calm palm actually contained a dark force, and it was extremely dangerous to take action. Zhao Hen's face darkened, and the lightning condensed in his soul rushed out, and instantly gathered a ball of light flashing light in his hand, and he clenched the old man.

In the market, when they saw the old man who actually attacked a junior regardless of his identity, many people burst into screams. The old man was a real Nascent Soul monk. Even if Zhao Hen was so evil, he would probably not die if he didn't die. However, just as this thought flashed through everyone's mind, a violent roar focused the attention of all the monks on the two of them again.

'boom'

With this muffled sound, a strong wind surged out from the contact between the two palms. Immediately, everyone saw in horror. Their bodies flew backwards at the same time, and each scraped out dozens of meters of dents on the ground, and finally stabilized their bodies.

Watching this heart-warming scene, everyone held their breath at this moment, and then a large sound of gasping sounded in the market. They looked at Zhao Hen in a daze, and their chin hit the ground with horror. A foundation-building cultivator and the Nascent Soul Ancestor were equally matched, but they saw it for the first time after they came out of their womb.

Yan Qi's face was also a little pale at this moment. He knew clearly how powerful his grandfather was as a Nascent Soul cultivator, but the guy in front of him actually dared to take a palm. When he recalled the palm that Zhao Hen imprinted on him at the beginning, he immediately sweated like rain. If Zhao Hen wanted to take his life just now, it would be no different from pinching an ant to death!

Compared to the shock of everyone, the old man's face changed even more violently. He had a clapping against Zhao Hen just now, and he knew clearly that the strength shown by the foundation-building junior in front of him was not weaker than him. In his breath, a trace of blood evil energy could be faintly revealed to restrain his spiritual power. If he fought, even he would not have a high chance of winning.

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