Build the Traveler Alliance from scratch

Perhaps because he really couldn't stand Fan Xianhu's arrogant behavior, the originally quiet street suddenly became turbulent again.

There was a loud rumbling sound from the wall of the alley ahead, and the solid stone brick wall suddenly shattered and collapsed. A tall and strong man with a height of more than two meters, like a wall, walked out of it and looked at the two people on top of the carriage with a fierce look. people.

At this time, the roof of the carriage was broken, and Fan Xian and Ya Mu were standing on the narrow sides of the carriage.

Seeing the tall and strong man with bulging muscles, Fan Xian immediately realized that this was the person who had just thrown the stone millstone.

"Oh, with this physique, you are born with divine power!"

Fan Xian looked at the strong man's appearance in amazement.

In the world of Qing Yu Nian, the rank of any warrior below Grand Master does not fully represent their combat power.

It's like two warriors of the same level. If one of them is of normal size and the other looks like Hulk, the physical strength between the two is naturally very different.

Fan Xian recalled the performance of the strong man, considered his own strength, and then made a quick judgment.

The realm of this strong man is at least the eighth level. Coupled with this strong body with natural divine power, even an ordinary ninth-level master may not be able to gain the upper hand in a head-on confrontation without weapons.

Wu Zhu had previously evaluated Fan Xian's strength, saying that he had the strength of the third level and the strength of the seventh level.

Taken together, he can at most be able to deal with an eighth-grade master.

So... after confirming his eyes, he is someone who cannot be beaten!

Fan Xian made up his mind, jumped behind Ya Mu, pointed at the strong man and said arrogantly: "Brother Mu, beat him!"

Yamu: "..."

Teng Zijing: "..."

Too arrogant, too arrogant!

Teng Zijing couldn't help but cover his face with his palms, as if he was a little embarrassed to see others.

Even he couldn't stand Fan Xian's arrogance, let alone the assassins hiding in the dark.

In an instant, two black lights appeared on the left and right, like two dark poisonous snakes, piercing Fan Xian's neck and temple respectively.

Sensing the sound of wind coming from his ears, Fan Xian was startled and immediately leaned back on the iron bridge.

But the two sword lights suddenly turned like poisonous snakes and followed him like a shadow.

"Zheng——"

The sword body buzzed, and the two long black swords stopped in front of Fan Xian, who had a look of horror on his face.

Yamu held the junction of the two black swords with one hand and looked at Fan Xian who was bending down to the ground indifferently.

"Are you still pretending?"

"……hey-hey!"

Fan Xian smiled and looked a little embarrassed.

Yamu's palm shook, and the two swordsmen holding the black swords felt as if they had been hit hard. Their delicate hands unconsciously let go of the sword hilts, and they fell heavily to both sides like two kites with broken strings.

"Bang!"

The two of them bumped into the walls on both sides of the alley, and stood up quickly while holding on to the walls.

It was at this moment that Fan Xian discovered that the two assassins were actually women dressed in black.

Fan Xian immediately stood up straight, looked at the black sword in Yamu's hand and said seriously: "These two people are ruthless, and their moves are all aimed at killing me, and the sword is also painted with non-reflective coating. The black paint, smeared with poison that seals the throat when blood is seen, is obviously an experienced and professional assassin!"

"Do you even need to say this?"

Yamu said angrily: "And shouldn't you worry about me being injured by this poison first?"

Fan Xian said with a smile: "I also use poison. The poison on this sword is indeed enough to seal the throat of ordinary people at the sight of blood, but in front of a master like you, Brother Mu, this poison is not very effective!"

"That makes sense."

Yamu nodded, then turned around, with his back to Fan Xian, looking at the strong man running towards the carriage and said: "The strength of these two female assassins is similar to that of you, I will leave it to you to practice!"

"……Eh?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that these two female assassins had been disarmed by Ya Mu.

So he changed the topic and said seriously: "Brother Mu is right, leave these two female assassins to me!"

...It’s so abominable!

Fan Xian really deserves to die!

The two pale-faced female assassins glared angrily, their eyes almost ready to spit fire.

Judging from their appearance, even if the person behind the scenes died suddenly, they would probably help kill for free.

Yamu couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Fan Xian. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and threw the two black swords in his hands, inserting them into the hands of the two female assassins.

This time, not to mention Fan Xian and Teng Zijing, even the two pale female assassins couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Mu...Brother Mu, what are you doing?"

Fan Xian's face froze slightly and he couldn't help but ask sarcastically.

Yamu said without looking back: "Seeing that you are too arrogant, I will make it more difficult for you."

"...Ah?" Fan Xian's eyes widened.

At this moment, the strong man roaring like a wild beast rushed to the carriage.

The two horses pulling the carriage were taken by the strong man's momentum and paced back and forth in panic.

Seeing this scene, a sinister smile appeared on the face of the running strong man.

The next second, the strong man turned slightly sideways, used his shoulder as the point of impact, and hit him hard.

"Bang——"

A deafening muffled sound erupted in the alley, causing the sycamore trees nearby to tremble and their leaves to rustle down one after another.

The strong man who was running wildly flew high into the air, his eyes widened in mid-air, and his face looked in disbelief at the figure who had appeared below at an unknown time and was slowly retracting his feet at the moment.

"Bang!"

The strong man drew a parabola and hit the ground hard in front of him.

Yamu raised his hand and caressed the horse's head, and said calmly: "If you want to assassinate Fan Xian, why should the horse deserve it?"

The strong man spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up from the ground with some difficulty, and looked in disbelief at Ya Mu comforting the horse in front of him.

"What did you just do?"

"..." Yamu turned his head with some disappointment, "Can you still see clearly?"

The strong man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he didn't understand what Ya Mu was talking about.

Yamu shook his head and said: "I have sealed almost all my power, but you still can't see my movements clearly. It seems that there is nothing in you that I can learn from..."

After hearing Yamu's explanation, the strong man finally understood.

He immediately roared angrily, then raised his feet and ran wildly, rushing towards Ya Mu again.

Yamu nodded slightly and said, "The fighting spirit is good... Then I'll give you another chance!"

"Bang!"

The air exploded and strong winds spread, tearing the sycamore leaves floating in the air into pieces.

Ya Mu suppressed his own strength and was able to fight with ease against the angry strong man in front of him.

After his journey to the earth in the Dragon Ball world, Yamu no longer has any contempt for any existence weaker than him.

In his eyes, no matter how weak the world is, there must be something worth learning from.

Just like the [Turtle Style Qigong] he learned on Dragon Ball Earth, although it was only a move created by a weak earthling, it was a powerful skill that even he could use.

Because of this, Yamu did not kill these stronger assassins immediately, wanting to see if there was anything worth learning from them.

But it's a pity that the strong man in front of him seems to be just a master of horizontal training who relies on his strength. Although his punches and kicks are quite methodical, most of them are clapping and boxing.

There are too many more subtle moves than this in the [Tibetan Scripture Pavilion] of the Traveler Alliance.

Yamu really doesn't like this level of crude martial arts.

"There is no reference value..."

There was a trace of disappointment in Yamu's eyes, and then he shook his head, raised his hand and passed through the strong man's waving arm, and slapped him on the heart.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the strong man who raised his palms froze in place.

Yamu walked past him indifferently, letting the strong man's body fall to the ground behind him.

Dust splashed up, but it was easily blocked by the Qi wrapped around Yamu's body.

Ya Mu raised his eyes and looked at the end of the alley with a calm expression.

There, there was a vague figure wearing a bamboo hat, looking at this place in shock.

When playing with the strong man before, Yamu noticed a strong and flexible wind surrounding his body at all times, hindering his movements.

There is no reason, this should be the magic in Qing Yunian's novel world!

Yes, in the novel, in addition to those warriors who practice Qi, there are also some mages who are regarded as heretical.

Most of the spells they use are useless. Although they can act like gods among the people, they are simply not worth mentioning in front of warriors.

Just like the man in a bamboo hat at the end of the alley, he should be using wind skills...

"At this level, does it deserve to be called a spell?"

Ya Mu shook his head and was very dissatisfied with the wind skills of the man in the hat.

They are also wind spells. Among those spells and magical powers from the mythical world and the world of immortality in the [Sutra Pavilion], which one is not capable of setting off hurricanes and changing the situation in the world?

In comparison, this guy's wind technique can only control the air flow at most.

If it weren't for Ya Mu's keen perception, he might not be able to detect the interference of the wind technique.

"Conclusion, worthless."

Yamu raised his right arm calmly and pointed his index finger at the figure.

In an instant, rich blue light bloomed at his fingertips, condensing into a light spot the size of a bean.

Seeing this scene, the figure wearing a bamboo hat was suddenly startled. He turned around and ran wildly. At the same time, he released the wind technique on himself, allowing his figure to float more lightly and fly forward quickly.

"call out--"

The blue light broke through the sky and instantly penetrated the heart of the man in the hat.

"thump!"

The flying figure fell to the ground, lying on the ground at the end of the alley in the most ugly posture.

Yamu turned around calmly and looked at Fan Xian and the two female assassins who were fighting fiercely behind the carriage.

At this time, the three people were fighting fiercely at the base of the wall.

Fan Xian held a short knife. He first blocked the black sword that was stabbing his face. Then he turned around, twisted his toes on the ground, and bent his knees slightly, letting the other black sword rub against his left chest and stab it. on the wall.

Several times, it was always so thrilling and full of dangers.

Teng Zijing was frightened by what he saw, and finally couldn't help but step forward, wanting to step forward to help.

"Don't worry." Yamu put his palm on Teng Zijing's shoulder and said softly, "Once may be an accident, twice may be a coincidence, but more than three times, there is an obvious strength gap..."