On the shores of Cloudy Lake, many people cursed.
People are sympathetic to the weak, let alone the fact that the one facing the pressure of the five great clan masters alone today was a woman with no hands.
In the face of the people's verbal abuse, even Yan Bu Ping, who had been through a lot and had seen a lot of storms, could not help but feel a little unsettled.
The old face was blue and yellow, and could be described as ugly.
"Bastard!"
"What kind of person are you?"
"How dare you talk nonsense, confuse right and wrong, and tarnish our reputation?"
Infuriated, Ke Che turned directly around and rushed towards the red-skirted woman not far away, scolding her sternly.
"Chu Sect, Meng Wangyu."
Faced with no one questioning her, Meng Wangyu did not conceal her name and identity, and directly reported her name and identity.
In fact, in Meng Wangyu's opinion, she had nothing to hide.
If you don't do anything wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door.
Although the Yanxia Martial Way was somewhat hostile to the Chu Sect, the two forces had been at peace with each other for many years.
What's more, she, Meng Wangyu, hadn't done anything excessive when she came to Yanxia.
Even when she had taken Qiu Mu Orange as a hostage, she had not harmed her.
Therefore, Meng Wangyu did not feel that it was necessary to conceal her identity.
"The Chu Sect?"
"In that case, you are the demon girl of the Chu Sect that has stirred up the Jiangdong region?"
"We haven't gone to get you yet, but you've come out on your own."
"Good, then come with us."
Knowing that Meng Wangyu was a member of the Chu Clan who had recently caused trouble in Jiangdong, Ke Che sneered, but he was ready to take Meng Wangyu away with him.
When Meng Wangyu heard this, she frowned, "Your Excellency is really domineering."
"In a word, you want to take Miss Qiu away without saying a word. Now, you are even prepared to capture me?"
"No distinction between right and wrong, no distinction between black and white, bullying the strong and bullying the weak, bullying the few with the many, killing and killing according to personal preference."
"Could it be that all of Yanxia's strongest Patriarchs are of this kind of virtue?"
Meng Evening Yu asked sarcastically.
"Cut the crap!"
"I don't need a reason to capture you, the demon girl of the Chu Sect."
"Give me death to come~"
Ke Che seemed to be completely enraged by Meng Wangyu's tricky words.
After shouting loudly, he stamped his foot on the ground and his entire body shot out like an arrow that had left the string.
Then, he clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it down on Meng Wangyu's chest.
The force was as strong as a thousand catties.
The strike was so powerful that the crowd had little doubt that if it landed on Meng Wangyu, she would be seriously injured even if she did not die.
"Miss Meng, be careful~"
Seeing this, Qiu Mu Orange was immediately startled and shouted in worry.
Meng wangyu was not afraid and looked at the approaching fist. She gave a light smile and then lightly struck a palm.
The palm strike was elegant, just like picking leaves through flowers.
There was an elegance and detachment in the way he threw his hands and feet.
However, compared to its elegance, what made the crowd tremble was Meng Wangyu's retort, without the slightest extra movement, every bit of force was controlled just right.
Steadily, it wrapped Ke Che's punching power, in it.
"What a beautiful strike!"
"What kind of palm technique is this?"
"This grace alone, I'm afraid that there is no other palm technique in the world that can be compared to it, right?"
On the shore of the Cloud Mist Lake, many martial daoists spoke with emotion, their eyes filled with amazement.
The strong patriarch who was travelling with Ke Che was disdainful and laughed: "It's just a piece of gold and a piece of wool."
"Martial arts cultivation is about returning to the basics."
"Only the most ordinary attacks explode with the most powerful force."
"Nowadays, young people only know how to pursue glamour and attention, so as to attract attention and attention, but as a result, they have lost themselves and lost the original heart of the martial dao."
"A flashy attack like this is destined to be nothing more than a flash in the pan."
"Under Elder Ke, I'm afraid I wouldn't last even half a second."
With a distant gaze, Yan Bu Ping stood proudly with his hands folded.
The faint words, with a few preachy implications, slowly rang out.
The few old men beside him nodded in agreement.
"Worthy of being Old Man Yan, he can be said to have a torch-like gaze."
"With a single glance, he could see the falsehood of that demon girl."
"In a few words, he has even penetrated to the core, pointing out where that demon girl's destiny lies."
"If we want to catch up with Elder Yan in terms of martial attainment, I am afraid we will never hope to do so in our lifetime."
Several other patriarchs laughed and laughed, their words full of praise.
Yan Bu Ping seemed to be very receptive to these complimentary words.
The corners of his mouth curled up shallowly, and the touch of pride on his old face was extremely distinct.
"Martial Dao cultivation, don't spend all day thinking about catching up and surpassing anyone."
"After all, people have different natural abilities, and there are some people that you may only be able to look up to for the rest of your lives."
"So, just surpass yourself every day."
"These are the words that I often say to Ke Lao Yan." Yan Bu Ping returned indifferently.
"So that's how it is. No wonder Elder Ke's strength has improved by leaps and bounds in these few years, so it is because he has received guidance from Elder Yan. We have also been taught~" the rest of the Sovereign Elders clasped their fists in a gesture of respect.
"Alright, we'll talk about cultivation later when we have time. For now, let's all take a look at how Ke Lao finished abusing that Chu Sect demon girl." Yan Bu Ping stroked his beard and spoke in a very breezy manner.
Between his words and actions, there were a few faintly pretentious touches.
Boom~
And at this time, Ke Che's heavy fist and Meng Wangyu's palm strike finally met.
A dull boom was heard, as if muffled thunder had exploded.
Ke Che, who was still in a position to win, had a red face and a mouthful of blood instantly spurted out wildly.
And then his entire body, like a cannonball, was directly slapped away by Meng Wangyu's palm.
"What?"
"This... How is this possible?"
Seeing such a scene, Yan Bu Ping, who was still on cloud nine just a moment ago, had a pair of eyes that almost split open.
His old face was iron blue, as if he had been slapped in the face.
The rest of the Patriarchs were also instantly shocked.
"Elder Yan, what's going on here?"
"Didn't you say that Elder Ke could abuse and kill that Chu Sect demon girl?"
"How is this, defeated in seconds?"
This was asked by Yan Bu Ping, who was embarrassed.
"Carelessness, it must have been that Ke Che who was careless."
"When a lion fights a rabbit, it also uses its full strength."
"You should also take this as a lesson." Yan Bu Ping returned in a feigned calmness.
"Demon girl, you dare to hurt me?"
"Come again!"
By this time, Ke Che had already crawled out from the ground, spitting out the blood in his mouth with a mouthful, and once again charged up with an iron fist.
Boom~
Another clash.
The result was a second defeat!
Ke Che was once again like a ruined dog, kicked out of the way by Meng Wanyu.
"Yanxia Grandmaster, that's all."
Meng Wangyu let out a cold laugh, her delicate and pretty face was valiant.
"Elder Yan, Ke Che, he's still careless?" Not far away, the few Patriarchal powerhouses who were in a daze asked once again.
Careless, you're paralyzed!
Yan Bu Ping's old face was red, unable to utter a single word, but in his heart, he was so angry that he wanted to curse.
"This punk!"
"Don't count on him."
"Let's go together and have a quick battle."
"Otherwise if Ye Fan comes back later, several of us won't be able to escape."
After seeing Meng Evening Yu's strength, Yan Bu Ping and the others couldn't care less about their faces and were directly ready to go together to save time so that they could take Meng Evening Yu down as soon as possible.
After all, although the few of them said that they were not afraid of Ye Fan, they were still a little afraid in their hearts.
In fact, from the Martial God Temple's side, they had given orders a long time ago to come to Jiangdong to convey to Ye Fan the instructions of the Yanxia Martial Way to punish Ye Fan.
But Yan Bu Ping and the others had been dragging their feet and not going.
They were afraid in their hearts too.
That was a ruthless man who had washed Jiangbei in blood and had gone straight to Yanshan in a fit of rage.
They were really afraid that Ye Fan would kill them in a fit of rage.