It must be said that Meng Xiangyi is indeed exceptionally talented in body refinement. Not long after obtaining the Golden Bell Shield, he mastered it to a minor level, and his body's strength was contained within, making it impossible for anyone without innate talent to break through!

Strengthen your muscles and bones to become invincible, and sink your Qi to your Dantian for unparalleled power.

Cultivate physical strength both internally and externally, and combine softness and strength to manifest supernatural abilities.

Meng Xiangyi silently recited the incantation, and a golden light seemed to flash across his muscles.

With a stomp of his foot, he sent a spray of quicksand flying as he hurtled toward the Bodhi fruit.

Many powerful figures saw a figure join the battle. Seeing the imposing presence of this person, they knew he was a formidable opponent and dared not fight him, so they all retreated.

Under these circumstances, Meng Xiangyi was able to reach the Bodhi Fruit area without any hindrance. He saw that the Bodhi Fruit was readily available, but no one around him was picking it. He knew that whoever dared to be the first to touch the Bodhi Fruit would be attacked by everyone.

He immediately stopped and shouted to those around him, "Heroes, if we continue fighting like this, countless people will die in the end."

These words clearly had no effect; the crowd continued to fight without hesitation.

Several people even attacked Meng Xiangyi.

Meng Xiangyi was not afraid at all. He understood that people in the martial arts world would definitely start a fight for various opportunities such as divine weapons and precious medicines.

The saying goes, "Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace."

These people used all their skills to obtain the Bodhi Fruit; in an instant, palm strikes flew, sword energy swept across, and hidden weapons were everywhere.

Meng Xiangyi was also terrified by the chaotic situation. He could understand why they were risking their lives for a precious medicine. If he hadn't joined the Zhao family, or if the Zhao family hadn't risen to prominence, he might have been just as crazy as them!

Without holding back, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, striking the nearest burly man.

"puff!"

The burly man was sent flying by his punch and rendered unable to fight.

Those around him looked surprised. They recognized the burly man who had been sent flying. He was a master of the Acquired Realm, or rather, none of the people who could enter the inner circle were mediocre. They never expected that he would be crippled by Meng Xiangyi in one move!

"A master of external martial arts? Let's kill him first!"

Those present were all very experienced and quickly realized that Meng Xiangyi's martial arts were fierce and domineering. They also noticed that his muscles were solid, but his internal energy was insufficient. It was clear that he was a master of external martial arts and had achieved success in body training, enough to make a name for himself in the martial arts world.

Everyone knew that very few people could truly master external martial arts, but those who succeeded were not necessarily invincible among their peers, but they were definitely ruthless!

With solemn expressions, everyone stopped what they were doing and moved closer to Meng Xiangyi, forming a pincer movement against him!

Seeing the reactions of the people around him, Meng Xiangyi knew that he had been exposed and posed too great a threat to them. They wanted to eliminate him first!

He immediately stopped holding back and wasn't afraid to confront them head-on. He started fighting with his fists and feet, getting into a brawl with the crowd.

Meng Xiangyi's fighting style is open and aggressive, showing no fear of being hit by punches and kicks, and completely adopting a posture of exchanging injury for injury.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This burly man could dodge their swords and knives, but when faced with some unarmed opponents, he neither dodged nor avoided them. His punches and kicks didn't hurt him at all, but when he punched them, they were either seriously injured or crippled. How could they possibly compete with him?

The melee lasted for half an hour. Even Meng Xiangyi was now covered in heat and panting heavily, clearly exhausted!

Only a handful of people could stand around. Those on the periphery who lacked the cultivation level of the Acquired Realm also kept their distance, fearing that these martial arts heroes would go berserk and kill them as well!

"This burly man only relies on his physical strength. Watch this!"

Seeing that many people were dead or injured and few were left, a middle-aged man standing there grinned and stepped out from the crowd.

He didn't say much, nor did he approach Meng Xiangyi. He simply tossed out a few black beads.

Meng Xiangyi focused his attention and became vigilant, but the bead did not strike him; instead, it landed on the yellow sand around him.

Bang!

With several loud bangs, the bead exploded upon hitting the ground, spewing out purple smoke.

Meng Xiangyi knew he was in trouble. Just one breath of this purple smoke made him dizzy; it was clearly a poisonous fog!

He didn't blame the middle-aged man in front of him for being despicable; he only blamed himself for being careless.

In the martial arts world, people often resort to any means necessary in a deadly battle. Although the use of poison is criticized, the winner takes all, and the benefits they reap are more important than anything else.

Meng Xiangyi quickly jumped away, but as he circulated his energy, the poisonous gas he had inhaled traveled rapidly through his limbs and bones, causing him to feel dizzy!

Seeing that the medicine was working, the middle-aged man exchanged a glance with the others around him, and they all took out their weapons and attacked Meng Xiangyi.

Meng Xiangyi quickly dodged, but he was now almost completely exhausted and had no strength left in his body.

In the nick of time, a flash of light appeared in the distance, and Zhao Feng's figure appeared in this space.

"How dare you!"

As soon as Zhao Feng regained his footing and looked around, he saw Meng Xiangyi in grave danger and immediately shouted.

Hearing the shout, the attackers realized they were in trouble and knew it was too late to retreat.

Zhao Feng unleashed his powerful true energy, leaping into the air and hurtling towards the group engaged in the chaotic battle.

boom!

Zhao Feng forced everyone back with a punch, then shielded Meng Xiangyi behind him, turned around and struck out with a palm, unleashing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms powered by his Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Just then, the dragon-shaped palm force formed by his powerful true energy struck them instantly, and before they could even be surprised, they were swallowed up!

Boom! Boom! Boom...

A deafening explosion rang out, and yellow sand filled the air. Even the array formations here were shaken and rippled!

As the yellow sand settled, the martial arts practitioners who had taken refuge on the outermost edge stared in shock at the distance.

Zhao Feng stood behind Meng Xiangyi, his left hand on Meng's shoulder. As he circulated his Nine Yang Divine Skill, the poison in Meng Xiangyi's body was completely removed.

"Young Master, if you hadn't come, I might have been played to death."

Meng Xiangyi smiled wryly. He had also worked his way up from humble beginnings for many years, and now that he had some strength, he had become somewhat arrogant and conceited.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "You're lucky to have survived. I had to navigate through seven or eight formations to find you. If I had come any later, I would have been collecting your corpse."

Meng Xiangyi felt extremely ashamed. They were guards and should be protecting the young master, but now it was the other way around, as if Zhao Feng was their guard.

"Young Master, I..."

"No need to say more. You are a member of the Zhao family, one of our own. Why say so much?"

Meng Xiangyi knew that Zhao Feng wouldn't look down on them because of this incident, and he was even more grateful. He secretly resolved to study martial arts diligently in the future and strive to prevent such a situation from happening again.

"Go and pick those Bodhi fruits. When we get back, I'll have someone refine them into pills and distribute them to all of you who came out this time. Consider it a reward for you."

"Young Master, didn't you eat them all? These can be refined into an eighth-grade treasure medicine. Eating a few more would surely have a better effect."

Zhao Feng said confidently, "One is enough for me; there's no point in eating more."

A horse may have the potential to travel a thousand miles, but without a rider, it cannot go. A person may have lofty ambitions, but without good fortune, they cannot achieve them.

His entry into the Gold and Silver Gate was his greatest stroke of luck; drug use was merely a minor, albeit negligible, boost!