Before long, Gu Yan, carrying his bundle, followed Mu Xue'er and the old woman to the top of the mountain.
I saw a group of about twenty or thirty people, all dressed differently, but the three with the most people were the strongest overall.
Those wearing red clothes must be from the Crimson Flame Sect, Gu Yan thought to himself.
He could feel the scorching heat emanating from those people and their weapons, similar to his Flame Dragon Sword, only slightly inferior in craftsmanship.
When everyone saw that a young man was indeed following behind Mu Xue'er, they were immediately furious.
How could the fairy in their eyes be won over by someone like this? Even if she's single, it's fine; at least she can fulfill their fantasies.
A man in blue robes walked over and pointed directly at Gu Yan, saying, "Boy, if you know what's good for you, leave now. Fairy Xue'er is not someone you can lay a finger on."
The old woman pretended not to see it, but Mu Xue'er frowned immediately, somewhat dissatisfied.
"Oh? So you mean you're ready?" Gu Yan asked back, his arm around Mu Xue'er's incredibly slender waist.
Mu Xue'er gave him a reproachful glare.
The crowd erupted in excitement.
"You little brat, get your hands off me right now, or don't blame me for being impolite," a young man said, drawing his sword and looking ready to charge.
"That's right, count me in! I'm going to chop off your groping hands!" a burly man shouted.
"Hey bro, you're over thirty, could you move aside?" a young disciple said, but the big, clumsy guy blocked his way.
"Junior brother, are you targeting me?"
"Look, that old veteran has already drawn his sword. If I don't, I'll lose face," the burly man said with dissatisfaction.
Everyone looked in that direction and, sure enough, a seventy-year-old man shakily drew his sword and followed.
"Damn it, Old Sun, what are you doing? Come back here right now!" An old man went over and pulled his old friend back.
"Don't stop me! I'm going to kill this brat today!" the old man shouted, his voice trembling with tears.
"Alright, alright, we independent cultivators can just watch. What are you doing getting involved with your peak Yellow Realm cultivation?" the old man scolded.
"Never mind that, brothers, let's all charge and kill that kid!" A young man drew his sword and charged forward.
"That's right, I can't quell my hatred until I kill him."
"Let go of that hand... let me do it."
...
The old woman saw dozens of young people rushing towards them.
Mu Xue'er looked at the people rushing towards her and shouted, "If you dare to come any closer, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Hahaha, these little trash can't hurt me, Xue'er, watch closely." Gu Yan said, squeezing her soft, slender waist tightly.
The old woman looked at Gu Yan with a long face, but she was also prepared to take her young lady away at any time.
"What? This little trash? This kid dares to look down on us like that, let's teach him a lesson!" a young man shouted.
"Damn it, let's teach him a lesson. My scissors don't discriminate," another young man said, holding a gleaming pair of scissors in his hand.
The sight sent a chill down everyone's spine, and they quickly moved back a distance, fearing they might be accidentally injured.
Gu Yan directly hugged Mu Xue'er in his arms and kicked her away.
He kicked the first few people to the ground.
"Ouch! My brother's tooth!" someone cried out, covering their face.
"Whose stinky foot went into my mouth? Ugh..." a man said, gagging.
The ancient saying goes that one would stroll through a crowd with a beautiful woman in his arms, and kick anyone who happened to be caught off guard.
"Here you are, kid, watch my Sunflower Treasure Scissors!" the young man shouted.
Looking at Mu Xue'er, who was blushing in Gu Yan's arms, he was green with envy.
Ughhhhh, why wasn't it me?
Just as he was internally screaming in anger, he was kicked in the face.
...
Before long, dozens of half-dead people lay sprawled on the ground, all with bruises and swelling on their faces. One of them was trembling as he looked at the small scissors on his pants.
At this moment, several men in red walked over, the one leading them being Chi Wenbin.
He looked at Gu Yan and said in a deep voice, "Boy, put Xue'er down and I'll spare your life, but I'll only punish your arms."
“That’s right, if you know what’s good for you, put Fairy Mu down right now,” shouted another sycophantic man in red.
Gu Yan glanced at these arrogant newbies, but instead of stopping, he took a deep sniff of the woman in his arms, making her face turn red.
"Chi Wenbin, you're meddling too much. Tell him to put me down, but I'm telling you, I'm not getting down," Mu Xue'er said, sitting up and nestling in Gu Yan's arms.
"Xue'er, what's so good about him? He only has some pills and a meager cultivation level. He's not good enough for you," Chi Wenbin said through gritted teeth.
"What do you think is good?" Mu Xue'er said, a smile curving her lips.
She then slapped Gu Yan's hand away, blushed, and sat in Gu Yan's lap, saying shyly, "What's so good about him? Is there anything you two can have?"
"Ahhh, as a fellow man, why is that kid so powerful? He can actually support a person," a young man said with red eyes.
The thought that I was not even as good as a finger suddenly made me feel a little inferior.
"Cough cough cough, what am I seeing? Is this even human?" an old man exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"My God, even Old Black can't compare to this!" a man cried out in despair, clutching his head.
Chi Wenbin felt as if all his strengths had been suddenly taken away.
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