Beautiful women never lack attention, no matter where they go.
Lan Yu is such a delicate and beautiful woman, so pitiful that she naturally attracts many wolfish eyes.
Ye Feng, especially, always kept his back to everyone, as if he dared not be seen.
Judging by his height, he's only about 1.7 meters tall, thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. What kind of sense of security can you get from a man like that?
The fat man next to me, Situ, was huddled up in a ball from the cold; he looked like a cowardly wimp.
Xiahou Ba was dozing in the corner, making soft snoring noises.
Leonif happened to be away, having gone to relieve himself in the backyard of the tavern.
The martial artist who came to harass Lan Yu was the same South Korean martial artist who had just mocked Ye Feng.
He saw that Lan Yu's cultivation was only at the Martial Soul Realm, not even reaching the Martial Saint level, making him nothing more than a lamb.
Seeing that the three people beside him were not particularly powerful, he immediately felt reassured and acted boldly.
"Come on, little beauty, drink this glass of wine, then warm up in your brother's arms, haha."
He had drugged the wine beforehand; even a tiny sip could turn a fierce woman into a silver-faced monster.
Surprisingly, Lan Yu smiled and nodded.
"OK."
"However, one glass isn't enough; we need at least a bottle."
The South Korean martial artist was overjoyed. "Good, little beauty, you're so sensible. I like someone like you."
As they were talking, Lan Yu snatched the bottle of wine that he had just opened from his hand, swung it around, and smashed it down on the other man's head with a thud.
They immediately cracked open the guy's skull, and blood mixed with alcohol kept gushing out.
The narrow tavern was instantly filled with a pungent smell of alcohol and blood.
The South Korean warrior, after a moment of stunned silence, snapped out of his daze and became enraged.
"Holy shit, you're asking for it..."
He clenched his iron fist and slammed it hard at Lan Yu.
This is a Martial King of the Third Rank, two major realms higher than Lan Yu.
The iron fist sliced through the air, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
Lan Yu stood there, motionless, as if she had been frightened into a daze.
Everyone present looked at the little girl with pity.
It seemed they could already see the horrific sight of Lan Yu being smashed into a pulp by a single hammer blow.
What's even more infuriating is that none of the three men beside her dared to make a move, completely ignoring the situation.
The crowd grew increasingly contemptuous of him.
"Three cowardly wimps!"
“That’s right, I’ve never seen such a coward.”
"It probably crawled out of some rat hole."
Although many people present felt indignant on Lan Yuming's behalf, not one of them was willing to stand up.
We're about to enter Blood Wolf Valley to compete for energy crystals, so who would want to meddle at this crucial moment?
Bang!
A dull thud was heard as Lan Yu was punched, but his head, seemingly made of steel, remained completely unharmed.
The South Korean martial artist felt as if he had punched a wall of bronze and iron; his fist throbbed with pain, and he was filled with shock and disbelief.
"That's it..."
Lan Yu shook her head slightly, a sly glint in her eyes. She clenched her delicate little fists together, making a cracking sound, and while the other person was momentarily stunned, she punched him in the lower abdomen.
"Aww..."
The South Korean warrior let out a shrill scream, his body instantly bent into a giant shrimp shape, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been shattered.
Lan Yu delivered another clean and decisive hook punch, striking his opponent squarely in the chin, knocking out many of his teeth and leaving him covered in blood.
It's a long story, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, you little brat, you're asking for it, cough cough..."
The South Korean warrior was completely enraged, and with many helpers around him, they swarmed around Lan Yu.
The old tavern owner, trembling, stepped out from behind the counter and offered his advice.
"Everyone, please don't act rashly. If we start fighting, it could easily trigger an avalanche..."
A group of martial artists from South Korea swarmed forward, single-mindedly focused on dealing with Lan Yu; who would listen to him?
"Hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba stood beside Lan Yu, his body engulfed in black, malevolent flames, a sword held horizontally across his chest.
Fatty Situ also stepped forward, holding a small abacus made of pure gold.
Both of them were at the Martial Soul Realm, which would put them at the bottom of the rankings among all the martial artists in the tavern.
However, having learned from their previous experience, the group of martial artists from South Korea dared not underestimate their opponent.
Ye Feng kept his hands behind his back, as if admiring the snow scene outside the window.
Just as the two sides were about to fight, the door to the tavern was suddenly kicked open.
The flying door panel knocked two Japanese soldiers who couldn't dodge in time to the ground.
A gust of cold wind carried a figure in, along with a faint, familiar, pungent smell.
An old weasel rode in on a big black ox, its white beard fluttering in the cold wind. It wore a cotton hat that covered its ears, making it look incredibly comical.
Moo—
The big black bull, its nostrils flaring with white steam, was rampaging wildly in the tavern, as if it had gone mad, knocking over tables and chairs.
Before the group of South Korean martial artists could even make a move, several of them were already sent flying.
The guy who had previously harassed Lan Yu had his chest pierced by sharp bull horns, hanging there bloodied, and died instantly.
"Hey, you bunch of idiots, do I look like a human or a deity to you?"
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