The man, as strong as a calf, whispered, "Master Fan, please don't be impulsive. Master Long is definitely not as simple as you think."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
Fan Wuyan turned his head and stared at him coldly. As long as this strong man couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he didn't mind using the Fire Lion to teach this guy a lesson.
After all, boosting the enemy's morale would destroy the prestige of his own people, so as the leader of the team, he needed to take action to intimidate this guy.
The sturdy man, with cold sweat on his forehead, explained carefully: "According to the rumors in the Central Plains, this Master Long is a master of magic and is also quite accomplished in the cultivation of external sects.
He once killed a Blood Demon Taoist priest at the mid-level Heaven Realm with just three moves. It's even rumored that Master Long is already a master at the peak of the Heaven Realm, and his strength is on par with Sword Saint Lu Jiutian."
Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly when they heard this, and they took a deep breath.
"The peak of the Heavenly Realm? Killing the Blood Demon Taoist Priest with three moves? A young warrior who can be compared to the Sword Saint Lu Jiutian?"
This sounds too crazy. Even the biographies of ancient powerful figures would not dare to write it this way. But looking at the serious look on the strong man's face, it doesn't seem to be fake.
At this moment, a thousand alpaca horses were galloping through Fan Wuyan's mind, trampling his confidence into pieces.
"Damn it! Why are you telling me such an important thing now?"
Although he is also a strong man in the middle level of the Heavenly Realm, his strength is compared with the Blood Demon Taoist Priest who has been dominating the capital for more than ten years. He will definitely not survive more than ten moves.
Since the young man in front of him killed the Blood Demon Taoist Priest with just three moves, wouldn’t killing him be as easy as killing a chicken?
Suddenly, Fan Wuyan's heart was alarmed, and he felt a chill behind him. He turned his head stiffly inch by inch, and was shocked to find that Long Yi had already come to within three steps behind him without anyone noticing.
If Long Yi really had the cultivation level of a Taoist priest, given the current distance between them, killing him would be as easy as killing a chicken!
'Your grandmother!'
Fan Wuyan screamed in his heart. He couldn't throw away the fire lion in his hand, nor could he destroy it. He could only stand there stupidly, not daring to move.
But he is the head of a family after all, and a well-known fire control master in the Central Plains. Even in such a dangerous situation, the panic in his heart disappeared in an instant.
Looking at Long Yi's half-smile, Fan Wuyan aroused the fighting spirit in his heart. He shouted:
"Boy, rumors are just rumors after all. I don't believe that you have reached the peak of the Heavenly Realm at such a young age. Even the young master of the Xuanwu Sect doesn't have that kind of strength!"
"Xin Lao San, take action!"
He quickly made finger gestures, and a lion transformed from the raging fire suddenly jumped up from his palm, landed on the ground suddenly, roared continuously, and pounced towards Long Yi with fangs and claws.
Fan Wuyan spared no effort in this attack, fully demonstrating the powerful skills of a master of fire control.
The huge fire lion under his control is like a real king of beasts. Although it is an unruly lion, it is as easy to control as his own arm under his magic.
When Scorpion Girl and Wu Bai saw this scene, they were filled with shock and realized that Fan Wuyan had held back, otherwise a random blow would have turned them into ashes under the flames.
"This kind of fire control is worthy of the master of the Fan family who is famous for his fire control!"
The Scorpion Woman took a deep breath, and a hint of deep fear flashed in her eyes.
"Forget it. I'm loyal to my emperor, damn it! I'm willing to sacrifice my life today to bring down the emperor!"
The man who was as strong as a calf, whom Fan Wuyan called Xin Lao San, had a fighting spirit in his eyes and stared at Long Yi intently.
He pounded his chest and stamped his feet violently, his whole body's aura surged, his knotted muscles became engorged with blood, instantly bursting his clothes, veins bulged all over his body, and his skin was as black as black iron.
The next second, Xin Lao San pushed the external martial arts he had practiced for more than ten years to the extreme. Even if a bullet hit his body, it could not break his defense.
I saw Xin Lao San with his legs slightly bent, his toes touching the ground, rushing towards Long Yi like a heavy tank. Wherever he passed, deep footprints were left on the solid ground.
The other two masters of Xin Lao San's skills also secretly made finger gestures, ready to throw talismans at Long Yi when he was not prepared and launch a surprise attack.
In an instant, Long Yi was caught in a life-or-death situation, and if he wasn't careful he would die.
"Brother Yi, run!"
Lu Yiyi covered her mouth and screamed in worry.
In the eyes of everyone, Long Yi's stature was far different from Xin Lao Si's, not to mention that there was a fiery lion watching him closely. No matter how you looked at it, it was impossible for Long Yi to win under the combined siege of several people.
"Unless this brat truly has the strength to rival Sword Saint Lu Jiutian, he's doomed!"
Wu Bai watched coldly from the side and made a conclusion about Long Yi's situation.
When Lu Yiyi heard this, her heart sank to the bottom, as if her heart was being tugged at hard.
"How is this possible? How can a young man in his early twenties have the strength to rival that of a Sword Saint?"
Facing the ferocious fire lion, Long Yi just smiled contemptuously, then clenched his right hand into the air. Although he was clearly holding the air, his hand contained the mysterious secret of being able to embrace the sun, moon, and stars.
"What kind of technique is this? Is this Yin-Yang Tai Chi?"
Fan Wuyan was just feeling doubtful when his expression suddenly changed drastically as he saw a scene that he would never forget.
The originally ferocious and violent lion turned into a docile sheep in the next second and jumped directly into Long Yi's arms.
The high temperature was enough to melt steel, but Long Yi was not only unharmed, he even stroked a sheep's head with his right hand.
"Nine Xuantian Styles!"
"The first move, the footprints of a wild goose in the snow and the arrival of a phoenix!"
The next second, the sheep transformed into a majestic fire dragon, coiled around Long Yi's arm, and moved according to his will, as if he was the real master of fire control.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Fan Wuyan screamed in shock.
The moment Long Yi made his move, he lost control of the flame. This was the first time such a thing had happened in decades.
Fan Wuyan instantly felt like an eggplant hit by frost, his eyes full of loss.
For a master of fire control, having his control over fire taken away in front of him is as insulting as a slap in the face.
Long Yi sneered in his heart. As the handed-down martial arts of the ancient great sects, the power of the Nine Styles of Xuantian is completely beyond the imagination of modern warriors. In this Dharma-Ending Age where resources for cultivation are scarce, it is comparable to immortal arts!
At this time, Xin Laosi was caught in gusts of wind and was rolling towards Long Yi like a heavy tank.
"Move!" Long Yi pointed into the air, and the fire dragon in his hand attacked Xin Lao Si directly as if it had received an order.
"Ah!" Xin Laosi was so scared when he saw this scene that his face turned green, but due to the huge inertia, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
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