Chapter 327 Big Boss’s Bullshit

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Yan Anlong fell to the ground and took three steps back.

He barely managed to keep his body steady.

There were two rows of deep footprints on the ground of the alley.

The face of the Yan family ancestor turned purple and black, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the gray beard was stained with blood, which looked particularly shocking.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yan Anlong laughed in anger, and his lion eyes were full of violent and bloodthirsty looks.

The heavy blow he just suffered not only did not make him bow his head and surrender, but instead aroused the resentment hidden deep in his blood.

Opening his mouth and spitting out blood clots, the Yan family ancestor suddenly raised his arms.

Swish!

The two robe sleeves were instantly shattered, revealing a pair of muscular and sturdy arms.

The next moment, the pair of bronze arm guards he was wearing ejected dense spikes, and the front ends of the arm guards automatically extended forward at the same time, covering his hands in an instant.

Yan Anlong clenched his fists with his fingers together, and the metal rubbed against each other, making a tooth-grinding sound.

His momentum suddenly soared, and he broke through the three-foot range limit!

Yan Anlong's pair of arm guards and fist gloves had an extraordinary origin. They were the mysterious weapons he obtained when he was young, and after decades of nurturing and fighting, they almost became a part of his body.

It was easy to stimulate the full power of the mysterious weapon!

As the ancestor of the Yan family who sat in the ancestral house, Yan Anlong had not fought with anyone for several years.

This time he encountered an unprecedented setback, and he had to sacrifice this powerful weapon that had accompanied him for many years.

The powerful innate energy was continuously injected into the arm guards and fist gloves.

The latter suddenly emitted thousands of golden rays of light.

Yan Anlong crossed his arms and raised them high, and blood oozed from his mouth, eyes, ears and nose at the same time.

His whole face was distorted.

He not only stimulated all his strength, but also entered a state of breaking through the limit.

And Yan Anlong's spiritual will also broke through the invisible cage in an instant, locking Huizhi who was still standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Kill!"

The ancestor of the Yan family roared with the strongest anger in his life.

However, at this moment, he saw Huizhi pointing at him indifferently.

Sword pointing!

At the same time, a colorful auspicious light rose from the high tower in the center of the ruins city.

A statue of the sky-supporting god, wearing cloud dragon golden armor, holding a hammer in his left hand and a mace in his right hand, with an extremely mighty figure and appearance, suddenly appeared in the auspicious light!

Countless people inside and outside the Xiaxu witnessed this scene, and screams came one after another.

Miracle!

Many people knelt on the ground on the spot and prayed devoutly to Yuanshi Tianwang.

The next moment, the vertical pupil between the eyebrows of the Tianwang statue suddenly opened, and then swung down the golden mace held in his right hand.

Boom!

Yan Anlong in the alley suddenly looked up, and was surprised to find that a beam of golden light that was almost condensed into substance broke through the air and fell towards him.

It hit him right in the middle of his raised arms!

"Ah!"

The ancestor of the Yan family screamed and was smashed into the soil under his feet.

His arms were broken, his internal organs were displaced and severely damaged, and his Qi Hai Dan Tian was cracked. His extremely strong innate Qi was forcibly dispersed.

However, Yan Anlong's cultivation was really good, and his willpower was strong enough. He did not faint at this point.

He was like a beast trapped in a trap, holding on to the last breath, and let out an unwilling roar in his throat.

It just had a little more awe and submission!

"Wulian Tianzun."

Huizhi, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, retracted his sword and said lightly: "Friend Yan, is the justice you want enough?"

Although there were too many grievances in his heart.

But Yan Anlong, who was trapped underground, still lowered his lion-like head.

In this battle, he had no chance to show his strength at all, and was crushed by Huizhi, who was at the level of Tianshi.

Now he was not only seriously injured, but also his martial arts foundation was mostly destroyed.

Although he could slowly recover with the help of natural materials and treasures, he had no hope of breaking through to a higher level in this life.

That was fine, Yan Anlong was very clear about his strength limit.

What really hurt him was that he was beaten down to a state. Without ten or eight years of recuperation, there was absolutely no possibility of practicing back!

The loss was too heavy.

Seeing Yan Anlong bow his head and admit defeat, Huizhi did not kill him again, and turned around and left.

Disappeared without a trace in a flash.

At the same time, the colorful auspicious light and the statue of the king of heaven above the tower disappeared.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

And this scene was all seen clearly by Zhang Yuan.

He was practicing "Wind and Cloud Nine Swords" in the yard, and suddenly he felt a sense of intuition, and then he saw the statue of Yuanshi Tianwang appearing above the tower.

Intuition told Zhang Yuan that something big had happened in the ruins city!

However, Zhang Yuan didn't know at this moment that this matter had a great relationship with him.

And he avoided a crisis because of this.

But the aristocratic families and sects in the city were all in a state of panic. For a time, people who were trying to find out the news were running around in the city, and all kinds of rumors were flying around.

The number of visitors to the Heavenly King Palace increased sharply!

And in this huge storm, only the Yan family kept a low profile, as if they were not interested at all, but seemed to be brewing something.

The next morning, Zhang Yuan suddenly received a talisman from the Heavenly King Palace.

He immediately went to see Huizhi.

"Fifth level?"

The chief mage sat cross-legged on the floor and saw through Zhang Yuan's current cultivation strength at a glance.

Zhang Yuan nodded vigorously: "Level 5!"

"It's really the luck that favors you."

Huizhi sighed lightly and asked: "Did Yan Qingshan die in your hands?"

Zhang Yuan answered without hesitation: "Yes, he led people to set a trap to ambush me, and I killed them all."

He had to tell the other party the whole story clearly.

If it were someone else, he might not tell the truth.

But for Huizhi, the master of the Heavenly King Hall, there was no need to hide it.

And Zhang Yuan didn't think that this matter could be hidden from the other party.

Huizhi was not surprised at all, as if it was all expected.

But his next words surprised Zhang Yuan: "Yan Anlong came to see you yesterday, but was stopped by the old Taoist."

Yan Anlong!

Zhang Yuan was familiar with this name.

The ancestor of the Yan family, a famous sixth-level strongman, is said to have fought hundreds of battles and never lost.

He is also a top-notch figure among the sixth-level strongmen!

Zhang Yuan did not expect that a sixth-level strongman would come to trouble him without any shame.

The Yan family is indeed of the same lineage!

Of course, even if it is a sixth-level strongman, Zhang Yuan is not afraid.

But he still thanked Huizhi for his help: "Thank you, Lord!"

Huizhi shook his head: "You are the guardian god of this hall, and you also represent the face of this hall. You can't be beaten just because others want to!"

The chief magician said again: "At least in the next ten years, Yan Anlong will no longer be a problem."

The boss is awesome!

Zhang Yuan understood the meaning and couldn't help but give Huizhi a big thumbs up in his heart!