The Eternals Who Travel the Worlds

But at the same time, another bigger question arose in Yun Zhongzi's mind.

That is, since Lu Yan is not an ordinary person, why on earth does he dare to rob a prison?

The way of heaven and energy are everywhere, and nothing can be hidden.

To be precise, even the saints dare not openly take advantage of the loopholes of heaven. What on earth does this guy who sells books have?

this problem.

Huang Feihu, who was riding on the five-color sacred bull, also wanted to know.

Strictly speaking, humans in this world actually have two ways to become stronger.

They are called Qi Practitioners and Warriors respectively.

These two methods of cultivation are not mutually exclusive. Rather, most Qi practitioners will also practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies at the beginning.

Most of the generals above the imperial court are trained in both.

But no matter how strong your body is, it cannot be strong enough to withstand weapons.

Unless some kind of magical power or Taoism is added.

Knowing these things means that you belong to the category of Qi Refiner.

As a Qi Refiner, he does not hold an official position, but he interferes in the affairs of the court. God should punish him.

But Huang Feihu waited for a long time and didn't see anything special happen.

During this period, many of the soldiers under his command had been knocked down by Lu Yan.

"No! You can't hurt him at all!"

"Then catch him!"

"ah!!!"

No matter what weapons these soldiers used, they couldn't even draw blood from Lu Yan.

Screams could be heard from time to time in the array, and Lu Yan walked around casually in the array with a leisurely smile on his face.

It doesn't feel like I'm under siege, but like I'm visiting a tourist attraction.

Facing these mortals, he didn't even make any defensive gestures.

Anyway, with his current physical fitness, he can even carry missiles hard, and the attacks from these ordinary people can't even be considered as tickling him.

And every time he takes action, more than one soldier will surely fall.

Seeing this scene, even if the soldiers present are elite soldiers, they will inevitably feel fear in their hearts.

After all, no one wants to deal with an opponent they can't beat.

"Asshole!"

Huang Feihu's face darkened.

He stretched out his hand and made a move, and the golden cup-handling gun in the distance automatically flew back to his hand.

The five-colored sacred cow on his crotch connected with his thoughts. With a step of its thick hoof, it rose into the air and passed over the heads of the soldiers.

Currently it was Lu Yan among the crowd.

After closing the distance, Huang Feihu's arm holding the gun slightly bent, and then suddenly stabbed it towards the top of Lu Yan's head. The violent air wave directly knocked away the surrounding soldiers.

Lu Yan didn't even look at Huang Feihu, and he carefully dodged and automatically turned on.

His whole body seemed to have turned into a projection, and the spear passed through his head without any restraints.

This situation shocked Huang Feihu, who was preparing to deal with Lu Yan's counterattack.

But Lu Yan did not take advantage of Huang Feihu's old tricks to attack him.

Instead, he stopped attacking and patted the non-existent dust on his hands.

"Forget it, it's boring."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the store.

Although he knew from the beginning that the ceiling combat power of this world was very different from other people's combat power, he was so weak that he had no interest in taking action.

No wonder most of the generals in the original work can fight with the monks. The battle between the immortals is just throwing magic weapons at each other.

From this point of view, only a saint can fight with him.

After all, all saints are just ants.

This is the iron law of the world of gods.

No matter how large the number of people gathered under the saint, they could not threaten the saint.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the total combat power of this world is one, then saints can account for at least 99%.

In terms of the level of this world experience.

He was really curious about how strong the saint could be, but unfortunately, with his current scope of activities, he really couldn't go to the saint to play with him.

Lu Yan was too lazy to continue bullying these ordinary people, so it would be more fun to go back to the bookstore and display them.

None of the soldiers dared to stand in front of Lu Yan. When they saw him approaching, they quickly got out of the way.

After returning to the bookstore, he closed the door, leaving the soldiers present looking at each other in shock.

The flag officer made a rough inventory and found that after such a long fight, not a single person was killed. At most, they were seriously injured and lost the ability to move.

Huang Feihu stood in mid-air riding a colorful sacred bull. He stared at the closed shop door with a strange expression on his face.

He really couldn't understand what Lu Yan's brain circuit was like. They were here to arrest the prison robbers and bring them to justice. They weren't pretending to be a drunkard in a super-realistic way. How could they say they wouldn't fight if they didn't want to?

The most important thing is, after fighting for a long time and no one was killed, how should he report to Di Xin later?

It was beaten, but it seems that it was not beaten?

No, I actually captured a Qi Master.

Yun Zhongzi: "..."

Thinking of this, Huang Feihu's eyes shifted to Yun Zhongzi, and he reluctantly ordered: "Lu Xiong, take some people to guard this shop, and the rest will escort the thieves and follow me back to the palace to resume your life."

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Documentary room.

"It's that shop again?!"

Di Xin stood in front of the royal case, his face uncertain.

The atmosphere in the study was extremely solemn, like the calm before the storm.

Huang Feihu stood stiffly, glancing at Bigan and other ministers aside from time to time, gesturing frantically with his eyes to signal them to say something.

"Over and over again..."

Di Xin made a fist with his right hand and pressed it on the imperial desk: "What on earth does that guy want to do?"

He had seen Lu Yan's shop with his own eyes and knew very well that if Lu Yan stayed behind closed doors, no matter how many troops he deployed, there was nothing he could do. If he wanted to catch Lu Yan, he had to find a way to open the shop.

Di Xin looked at Bigan and others and asked.

"My lords, do you have any good ideas?"

Lu Yan, who was being cared about by Di Xin, didn't feel any danger at all.

He was lying on the wicker chair with a leisurely expression.

Because there was no other furniture in the bookstore except wicker chairs and bookshelves, Du Yuanxian and Mei Bo could only make do with sitting on the floor.

Unlike Lu Yan, both of them had sad faces.

The injury on Mabel's head was simply treated and wrapped with a band of cloth.

He repeatedly lamented: "If the foolish king is dissolute, the sky will be angry and people will complain, the world will fall apart, and the people will be in ruins. What should we do?"

"How can we, as ministers, sit back and watch!"

Du Yuanxian also echoed angrily.

"Excuse me, you are no longer officials of the imperial court."

Lu Yan spoke with a smile, and the heavy truth immediately silenced the two of them.

A long time passed.

Du Yuanxian suddenly remembered something and asked: "I have something unclear. Why does the store insist on saving me?"

"Someone paid to save your life."

Lu Yan stretched out two fingers and added word by word: "I am willing to pay."

Hearing this, Du Yuanxian's eyes lit up: "Can I pay the store owner to get rid of the fox demon?"

Lu Yan suddenly stood up from the wicker chair.

"Obligated!"