From a distance he cupped his fists and said:
"Junior Wu, I lost my temper just now, my apologies. A dium-grade Spirit Stone, take it as dicine money."
"Good!"
The sullen-faced man's expression instantly cleared up.
Then he turned a hostile gaze on the gray-robed disciple on the ground and said flatly:
"What are you still lying there for? Need to send you back to be a nial?"
A Nad Disciple never has any human rights!
And what these Outer Sect disciples care about is nothing but face and profit.
Their own servant got a beating, the other side paid him back face and even threw in a dium-grade Spirit Stone. This matter was as good as over.
As for how the bullied Nad Disciple felt in his heart, that wasn't within the scope of their consideration at all.
What happened up above, Yang Yan didn't know.
But with that kind of commotion, big or small, Yang Yan could still hear it.
With a bit of thought, he didn't need anyone to lead the way. Yang Yan led Gu Sheng, who was also stepping here for the first ti, directly toward the source of the sound.
"Wu… Wu."
The gray-robed man lying on the ground suddenly widened his eyes and hurriedly pointed his right hand toward Wu's side.
"I told you to get up, what are you jumping around for?!"
Wu grew even angrier and questioned him viciously.
He was already considering whether he should swap this Nad Disciple out for another attendant.
Anyway, as one of the elite among the Outer Sect disciples, there were countless Nad Disciples who wanted to cling to this big tree of his.
Once he had the thought, there would definitely be innurable Nad Disciples recomnding themselves.
"N-no, that's not it."
The gray-robed man clawed at the ground in anxiety, trying to struggle to his feet.
Just then, Fang Yuan walked over, glanced at him lightly, and said:
"Trash."
The two light words floated out, making Wu's face grow even uglier.
"It's you two?"
As Yang Yan led Gu Sheng upward, a thin man suddenly flashed out in front to block the way.
His green robe confird his status as an Outer Sect disciple.
That lofty air of his made it seem like whoever he t had to be a level below him.
"And you are?"
Yang Yan already had his guess confird in his heart, so his words held no respect at all. Instead, he looked lazy and casual.
The thin man in front split his mouth in amusent:
"Heh! You're quite interesting."
"So what? A good dog shouldn't block the road."
Yang Yan looked at the thin man with a harmless smile, but his mouth showed no rcy.
"You injured my man and you're still this arrogant in front of . Looks like you're pretty capable, planning to play the fierce dragon crossing the river?"
Yang Yan asked back noncommittally:
"And who are you?"
A flash of anger and surprise passed through the thin man's eyes, then he laughed in fury:
"Such arrogance! You want to challenge and don't even know who I am?!"
"Kid, rember this, the one who cripples you is nad Fang Yuan!"
Clearly infuriated by Yang Yan's "who are you," Fang Yuan viciously swung a slap at him without holding back.
Fights between Outer Sect disciples were common.
After all, they were all hot-blooded youths!
Even crippling soone's Cultivation wasn't unheard of.
Compared to such a huge sect, between a top-three-hundred Outer Sect disciple and an ordinary Outer Sect disciple, which side weighed more was obvious at a glance.
So Fang Yuan was completely fearless.
He wasn't afraid that crippling this unknown Outer Sect disciple in front of him would bring him any consequences.
"Smack!"
A loud, crisp slap.
A red, swollen palm print rapidly puffed up on that fair face.
Yang Yan watched Fang Yuan, who was covering his face in front of him, with a smile, and earnestly lectured:
"When you hit soone, you shouldn't hit the face."
"You! Courting death!"
Fang Yuan was inwardly shocked out of his wits, but he still roared subconsciously.
He was the one who'd struck first just now, so how had he sohow ended up on the receiving end of Yang Yan's slap?
From start to finish, he hadn't even seen how Yang Yan made his move!
However, that didn't stop him from trying to take back the field.
"Sparks Set the Forest Ablaze!"
Infuriated, Fang Yuan waved his hand, bellowing.
Boom!
A vast swathe of bright yellow flas exploded from Fang Yuan's sleeve, surging straight for Yang Yan's face.
Words Beco Law?
Yang Yan's heart gave a jolt.
In his eyes, Fang Yuan in front of him was only at a level where he could be punched to death.
However, this Words Beco Law realm was still too shocking to Yang Yan.
So this was the innate advantage of a Cultivator?
Yang Yan's eyes narrowed and his feet were no slower. He actually grabbed the sowhat dumbstruck Gu Sheng and vanished from where they stood.
When they appeared again, the two of them were eerily standing behind Fang Yuan.
anwhile, that sheet of fire seed to swell at the slightest breeze.
In the blink of an eye, a sea of flas over ten square ters wide surged where the two had just been standing.
However, those flas only lasted a mont before Fang Yuan drew them back.
"Where are they?!"
The furious Fang Yuan couldn't see a trace of Yang Yan or Gu Sheng.
He wasn't arrogant enough to think that his current mortal flas could instantly burn two living people into air.
"Fang Yuan, behind you!"
Wu stared at Yang Yan in shock and blurted out a reminder.
Even as a bystander, he had no idea how Yang Yan had suddenly appeared behind Fang Yuan.
The Body Technique Yang Yan had just displayed was practically Instant Teleportation.
"Die!"
Fang Yuan whirled around, his fist shooting out before his eyes even found the target.
Bang!
When Fang Yuan finally saw clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked.
In his panic, he instinctively tried to pull back his strength, but it was a step too late.
There was no trace of Yang Yan behind him—only that gray-robed disciple!
Bang!
With a dull thud of fist on flesh, the gray-robed disciple didn't even get the chance to scream before he was blasted flying.
Snatched up by Yang Yan and used again, the gray-robed disciple flew out more than ten ters and crashed heavily to the ground.
He landed face down, a pool of blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth, life or death unknown.
Yang Yan calmly put down the chubby Gu Sheng and walked over to take a look at the gray-robed man.
He shook his head with a helpless look and sighed lightly:
"Sigh, what a pity, no way he's living through that. Better prepare for the funeral."
Fang Yuan was so enraged he was about to ascend heaven in anger, his eyes blazing.
He raised his hand and pointed at Yang Yan, grinding out:
"You barged into Ten Thousand Mountains for no reason and even killed soone in front of my cave abode. By sect law, you should be executed!"
With that, Fang Yuan turned to look at Wu and said:
"Brother Wu, this fiend is truly a disaster to Ancient Abyss Sect. You and I should join forces to eliminate him!"
Wu seed to have been waiting for those words and imdiately said:
"Don't worry, Fang. Leaving aside the sect rules, just for the sake of the bond between you and , I have to take this fiend down to vent the hatred in my heart!"
After he spoke, he stared fixedly at Yang Yan, face full of righteous indignation.
In truth, neither of them was stupid; both had already realized that Yang Yan in front of them was no ordinary character.
Thus, one wanted to borrow Wu's strength to deal with Yang Yan together.
The other also feared Yang Yan's strength and was thinking of strangling this potential competitor in the cradle.
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