After the ascent failed

Chapter 42 My Legs Are Weak
As soon as these words came out, Fatty Qian and Tingyu broke out in cold sweat.

Ye Chunyang's voice was not loud, but the whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment.

The four blood-clothed men who had reached the Dao base stage showed incredible expressions.

Then, they couldn't help laughing.

For a trash of the third level of Qi refining to dare to despise them, this is probably the most ridiculous joke ever.

"Master Bai" was also taken aback for a moment, feeling that he heard it wrong.

But then he clapped his hands and laughed lightly, looking at Ye Chunyang's eyes with great interest: "Okay, okay, okay, this is my good apprentice, and he is so arrogant in the face of such a battle, I like it, but today, No matter what, you have to prepare for the apprentice ceremony."

Ye Chunyang was noncommittal.

"Master, don't talk too much with him. After the four disciples take him down, let him kneel down and kowtow obediently." The tall man said coldly.

"Master Bai" said with a playful smile on his face, "Remember, this old man wants to catch him alive! Don't hurt him!"

"Then what about the other two?"

someone asked.

"What should I do? You have seen my Xue Luosha doing business, did anyone survive? Just kill him." "Master Bai" rolled his eyes and pointed Jiang Shan indifferently.

When the four of them heard this, they immediately smiled ferociously, and looked at Fatty Qian and Ting Yu unkindly.

Fatty Qian's face suddenly turned pale.

Just now he was still thinking that with the strength of the other party, maybe he would give in a few times and offer some precious treasures, maybe the other party would be able to let them go.

But obviously at this moment they were enraged by Ye Chunyang's words, and it may be useless to beg for mercy now.

Looking at the two of them, Fatty Qian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Master, I will use secret techniques to cover you from leaving later, Ting Yu, you should go back to the city quickly and tell Master Cheng about this, and let him take action." Rescue!"

Ting Yu's face turned pale, and she nodded solemnly after hearing Fatty Qian's words.

Ye Chunyang didn't answer, but just stood there expressionless.

"Go!"

The four blood-clothed men didn't want to waste any more time, and as soon as the tall man said a word, four bursts of wind burst out immediately.

Immediately, Fatty Qian only saw four cold lights flashing past, and the wind and snow between the sky and the earth were cut and disappeared.

There was a loud bang.

The flying boat under him trembled constantly under the impact of such a domineering spiritual energy, Fatty Qian was terrified, and hurriedly cast spells to stimulate the spiritual power to stabilize.

"Master Bai" glanced at it with a chuckle, and then set up a fire, took out a chicken from his arms, and roasted it leisurely on the fire.

But at this time, beside the flying boat, the wind and snow were already rolling up all over the sky, and there were swords, lights and swords everywhere, and the severe cold wind made people's ears hurt.

Fatty Qian's heart trembled, seeing the tall man's face approaching him, he hurriedly executed a formula, and a dark green light flew out of his sleeve.

A two-foot-long short spear flew out into the air, and after ups and downs, it drew a scar in the void and stabbed forward.

After all, Fatty Qian is a small success in the Daoist realm, and he is also the owner of the Yunbao Building. His strength is beyond ordinary. Such a momentum is difficult to compete in the same rank.

But the cultivation base of the four people in front of him was far above him, as soon as the short spear flew out, the tall man immediately raised his hand to grab it, there was a "Zi La Zi La" sound in the void, and the brilliance on the short spear dimmed three points.

"A mere Daoist achiever dares to show off in front of the four of us. Since you want to stand out, I'll deal with you first, and then capture that kid!"

A man in blood sneered, his body swayed, and he fell straight to the flying boat.

Fatty Qian's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about other things, he hastily withdrew his magic weapon and blocked it in front of him.

The tall man looked disdainful, and with a slap of his big hand, Fatty Qian's magic weapon of short spear was slapped away again.

The rest of the blood-clothed men also approached at the same time, surrounding the three people in the flying boat.

Fatty Qian looked desperate.

Ting Yu had already turned pale with fright.

She was a maid at the medicine shop on the fifth floor of Qi refining, when she had seen such an astonishing scene, she couldn't help shrinking behind her back, her face full of fear.

At this time, she was already speechless, but suddenly found Master Ye standing in front of him, motionless, as if he didn't care about it.

"Boy, dare to despise our master, prepare to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The tall man sneered again and again, and put his big hand on Ye Chunyang's shoulder, as if he was about to lift him up.

What happened next was beyond his expectation.

I saw Ye Chunyang expressionless, standing in the same place without moving at all.

But the tall man who was holding him felt that his hand weighed more than a thousand catties, as if what he was holding was not a person, but a mountain!
"what happened?"

The tall man's face changed slightly, and just as he was about to use his spiritual power, a piercing burst of anger suddenly sounded in his ears.

In an instant, a shadow of a fist appeared like lightning.

There was no warning about this punch, it was so fast that it was unbelievable, even the tall man with the Dao base level Dacheng didn't react at all, when he was startled, the shadow of the fist had already arrived in front of him.

"boom!"

The tall man only felt as if he was being hit by a volcano. Although he instinctively used the protective mask, he was still smashed to pieces by a huge fist shadow, and his body flew horizontally.

"you?"

The tall man clutched his chest and struggled to raise his head, but saw Ye Chunyang retracting his fist slowly, his eyes indifferent.

The woman named "Xiaorou" and the other three blood-clothed men were also stunned by this accident.

They looked at Ye Chunyang with incredulous eyes, but before they could think about it, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the field.

This low-level monk at the third level of Qi refining disappeared out of thin air before their eyes.

Seeing this scene, the three of them yelled in their hearts that it was not good.

At this moment, a black figure flashed in front of him, and it was also simply punched out.

"court death!"

A blood-clothed man saw Ye Chunyang's figure clearly, fury welled up on his face.

Although I don't know why this kid suddenly has such strength, but with his spiritual sense, he found that the opponent was indeed just the breath of the Qi refining period, so he immediately looked contemptuously, and raised his hand to slap it hard.

He didn't even bother to use spells against a Qi refining monk.

But at the moment of this palm strike, he seemed to see a sneer flashing in Ye Chunyang's eyes, and the palm wind fell on him, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.

"how is this possible?"

The blood-clothed man's face changed color.

However, before he could respond, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The figure in front of him was so fast that he slapped him suddenly.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise like a mountain colliding, and the blood-clothed man screamed and followed the tall man in the snow, fainting into a dead dog.

The whole scene suddenly fell silent.

"Pfft!"

There was a dull sound from the flying boat, and Fatty Qian knelt down.

What did he see?
With one punch and one palm, two Daoist masters were sent flying one after another.

Is this something a qi refining monk can do?

Ting Yu opened her eyes wide, thinking she was dreaming.

On the other side, another blood-clothed man and Xiao Rou froze there.

Looking at this expressionless young man in the qi refining period, he felt a big stone pressing down on them, making them breathless.

They looked at their master, who was still lighting a fire and roasting chicken.

"This kid is weird!"

"Little Junior Sister, let's go together!"

Finally, the blood-clothed man spoke to "Xiaorou", a flash of spiritual light flashed in his hand, and a cold long knife emerged.

Clenching his hands, he slashed at Ye Chunyang fiercely.

"Xiao Rou" didn't have time to think, took out a strand of hair from her head, and with a flick of spiritual energy, it turned into a nine-foot long whip, which also locked onto the place where Ye Chunyang was standing and shot out.

The two of them shot very quickly, and they were Dao-based masters. If this record falls, even a master with a small Dao-based level like Fatty Qian will be smashed to pieces.But when the sword light and the long whip fell at the same time, the two of them suddenly turned pale with shock.

These two powerful attacks landed on Ye Chunyang without leaving any trace.

"how can that be?"

The two screamed at the same time. On Ye Chunyang, they clearly did not feel the fluctuation of spiritual power. How could they resist their joint attack?

At this time, they couldn't allow them to think too much, only to see Ye Chunyang stomping his footsteps, like a tiger swooping, and instantly appeared between the two of them.

Even though Ye Chunyang in the stage of transforming spirits has no magic power, he can tear apart the void with his physical body alone. In his eyes, these four people are really as weak as ants.

"what!"

In the end, the blood-clothed man let out a wail, and was directly smashed into the ground by Ye Chunyang's palm wind, and his head was buried in the snow.

The long whip in "Xiaorou"'s hand was also smashed into powder by a punch, and it flew upside down in embarrassment.

The city was dead silent!
Fatty Qian and Ting Yu felt dizzy, and looked at Ye Chunyang like gods.

In just a few breaths, the four daoist masters were beaten to the point where they had no power to fight back.

What kind of strength is this? !

Not far away, "Bai Shizu"'s chicken had already been roasted, and he was eating it with "huchi" and "huchi", with an unmoved expression on his face.

"Let's go."

Ye Chunyang glanced at this person with a half-smile, then waved at Fatty Qian, and sat back on the flying boat with an indifferent expression.

Fatty Qian showed deep awe on his face.

He could feel the presence of the four blood-clothed men who were Daoist and Daoist, and it was obvious that Ye Chunyang deliberately kept his hand and did not kill them.

As for ignoring the boy at the seventh level of Qi refining, it is probably because the other party's cultivation base is too low, and Ye Chunyang doesn't bother to make a move.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Fatty Qian almost tremblingly urged the flying boat, and the three of them turned into a flash of light and soared into the sky, quickly darting into the boundless snow.

It wasn't until the flying boat completely disappeared that there was a slight sound. "Master Bai" spat out the chicken bone in his mouth, opened the white paper fan of "Xian Feng Dao Bone", and shook his head slowly.

At this time, the four people who were stunned by Ye Chunyang woke up and turned around, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that their master was safe and sound.

"Master, we are incompetent and failed to capture that person, please forgive me!"

The four of them knelt down towards "Master Bai" with terrified faces.

"Master Bai" didn't say a word, just waved his fan.

Even though it was extremely cold, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his back was also wet with sweat.

"Although this person's aura is only at the third level of refining Qi, his physical body is extremely strong, so he should be a physical cultivator, but master, don't worry, we will try to catch this person and bring him in front of the master himself, so that he can be a master. He kowtows to you begging for mercy!"

The tall man said viciously.

Although their strength is no match for Ye Chunyang, it does not mean that they have no way to deal with each other.

"Ah."

After a long time, "Master Bai" agreed.

Then he waved to the four of them.

"Come on, come here, give me a hand, my...legs are weak."

(End of this chapter)