Chen Yang couldn't help but sigh that the Qinglian Holy Land was indeed the top power in the Northern Territory, attracting so many geniuses to come and become its disciples.

However, Chen Yang also felt that there were undercurrents in the town, as if some malicious eyes were secretly watching them.

"It seems that we have been targeted."

Xue Qing appeared beside Chen Yang at some point, her cold voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Are you awake already? Can't you sleep a little longer?"

Ignoring the malicious gazes coming from all around him from time to time, Chen Yang held the other person's soft hand and asked in a gentle voice.

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

Xue Qing's face turned slightly red when Chen Yang held her hand, but she did not struggle.

"As you know, the Floating Light Holy Land has secretly issued a hunt for us. We have come all this way without deliberately concealing our whereabouts. The news of our presence must have been spread by someone with ulterior motives."

Chen Yang smiled softly, showing no worry at all, and a hint of coldness appeared in his calm voice.

"No problem, just a clown blinded by greed."

He tightened his grip on Xue Qing's hand, as if he hadn't heard the seriousness in her words, and walked straight out of the town.

At a roadside tea stall, several young men dressed in the attire of novice disciples of the Qinglian Holy Land were sitting around, talking and laughing loudly, commenting on passers-by without any scruples, their words full of frivolity and arrogance.

"There are so many people taking the entrance exam this year. They're all out of place. I don't know where they get their confidence from, but they also want to try their luck at my Qinglian Holy Land."

A short and fat disciple looked at the monks passing by with a sidelong glance and a contemptuous tone.

"Exactly. They don't even consider their own moral character. With their mediocre skills, they think they can enter our Qinglian Holy Land? What wishful thinking!"

Another disciple with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks echoed this, causing his companions to burst into laughter.

Their voices were quite loud and they deliberately raised the volume, attracting the attention of many monks around them.

There were some who wanted to step forward and argue, but when they saw the Qinglian Holy Land costumes on several people, they finally held back and dared not speak out.

Chen Yang and Xue Qing happened to pass by and frowned when they heard these words.

In their impression, the disciples of the Qinglian Holy Land are all devoted to the way of alchemy and are oblivious to worldly affairs.

How can such stuff exist nowadays?

"What on earth is Old Monster Ni doing? He is really old and confused for accepting such a disciple into the sect."

A hint of coldness flashed in Xue Qing's eyes. Just as she was about to explode, she was stopped by Chen Yang.

"Why bother getting angry with this kind of bastard? It's just dirtying your hands."

"Old Monster Ni has been in retreat for who knows how many years. Now Xiao Mian is the leader."

"I'll go up and talk to Xiao Mian about this situation later."

Chen Yang whispered in her ear with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Xue Qing thought what he said made sense, so she ignored it and let Chen Yang pull her forward.

However, those disciples from the Qinglian Holy Land seemed to be looking for trouble on purpose. When one of them saw Xue Qing's beautiful face, his eyes suddenly lit up and he became lustful, so he reached out and grabbed Xue Qing.

"This girl is really pretty. Why don't you follow me, your brother? I promise you will have everything you want, how about that?"

As the disciple spoke, he reached out to touch Xue Qing's face.

A cold light flashed in Xue Qing's eyes, and she was about to take action, but she saw a big hand coming from behind and grabbing the disciple's wrist.

"Qinglian Holy Land is one of the six great holy lands in the world, and all its disciples are this kind of people?"

Chen Yang's eyes were cold, and the strength in his palms increased a bit.

When he was young, he often visited the Qinglian Holy Land.

It can be said that there are relatively strong emotions.

This is also why he didn't think of taking action at the beginning.

After all, beating a dog depends on its owner. After a hundred years of meditation and the hundred kinds of sword intent, his own temperament is no longer the same as before.

But now, the other party is actually getting more aggressive, so don't blame him for bullying the weak.

You can touch him, but do you want to touch Xue Qing?

Just seeking death.

The disciple felt as if his wrist was clamped by an iron clamp, and the severe pain made him scream.

"You... do you know who I am? How dare you attack me? You must be tired of living!"

The disciple was sweating profusely in pain, but he still did not forget to bring up his identity to scare Chen Yang.

"I don't care who you are. If you dare to hit on my woman, you're courting death!"

Chen Yang's expression did not change at all, and he increased the strength in his hands.

"Ah! My hand! It's broken! It's about to break!" The disciple screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing this, the other disciples drew their weapons and attacked Chen Yang.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

"If you dare to attack our senior brother, you're dead!"

A cold light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes, and his body moved, instantly turning into a shadow, shuttling between several people.

Bang bang bang!

Amidst a series of muffled sounds, the disciples didn't even see Chen Yang's figure clearly, and they flew backwards one by one, fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and couldn't get up for a long time.

It all happened so quickly that by the time everyone reacted, the battle was already over.

Looking at the people lying on the ground wailing, the surrounding monks were suddenly in an uproar.

"Who is this kid? How dare he attack the disciples of the Qinglian Holy Land in the street?"

"How audacious! Doesn't he know how powerful the Qinglian Holy Land is?"

"Now we're going to have a good show, this kid is dead!"

"No, did you see how he made his move?"

"I don't know. It's really strange. His aura is clearly only at the middle stage of foundation building."

Just as everyone was talking, an old voice suddenly came from the sky.

"stop!"

Following this voice, a stream of green light came rushing from afar and landed in front of everyone in the blink of an eye, revealing the figure of an old man wearing a green Taoist robe and with an immortal look.

The old man's eyes were as fast as lightning as he scanned the situation on the field, finally landing on Chen Yang, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Who are you, and why are you attacking my disciples from the Qinglian Holy Land?"

Chen Yang smiled faintly and said calmly, "I am Chen Yang. I saw injustice and taught a lesson to a few scum who were destroying your sect's reputation."

Upon hearing this, the old man frowned slightly, his gaze fell on the disciples lying on the ground wailing, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

These disciples usually rely on their status to act arrogantly outside.

It's not that he didn't know about it, but he just turned a blind eye to it because the forces behind the other party provided him with a lot of tributes every year.

I didn't expect to hit a wall today and get taught a lesson in the street.

However, as an elder of the Qinglian Holy Land, he naturally could not allow outsiders to bully his disciples.

"Humph, it's not your turn to meddle in the affairs of my Qinglian Holy Land!"