Returning From The Xianxia World

Rustle, rustle!

At the same moment two men ran out like hungry wolves and rushed towards Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan's gaze suddenly became cold as ice.

"Let's go away!"

From somewhere behind, an old monk ran out, ran forward and, cursing angrily, stood in front of Xiao Fan. And then his legs, like lightning flashes, tried to hit two bodyguards.

"Hey!"

The two guards only smiled coldly, they cleverly evaded the attack of the old monk. After that, the bodyguards opened their palms, claws appeared on each of the five fingers. Like hawks chasing a rabbit, they quickly and violently grabbed the old monk's hands.

"The technique of two hitting together?"

The old monk raised his eyebrows. Then, unwilling to give up, he suddenly released both hands and, wriggling like a water dragon, shouted loudly and punched the claws of both guards.

"Bang! Bang!"

The fist fell on the claws, and a crunching sound reached people.

The old monk stood still, and the two guards slowly retreated three steps back, covering their constantly shaking hands. Their faces were painfully pale.

"Dignified servants of the Yin family, you have some power in you!" - the old monk spoke coldly, casting the eyes of two bodyguards.

"Elder, Junior, step back! Xiao Yaozu is no rival to you!" - Yin Yi Yu chilly said.

"Yes!" - two guards with pale faces retreated immediately and stood quietly behind Yin Yi Yu.

"Mr. Feng Yi, please extend your hand!" - In the same cold tone Yin Yi Yu said, looking at the old monk and Xiao Fan behind him, her eyes were shimmering coldly.

"All right, Madam!" - ...there was a straightforward voice from the man behind Yin Yi Yu... Then the man himself, forty years old in traditional Chinese clothes, appeared and stood up to all present.

"Feng Yi, when did you become a servant of the Yin family?" - in a trembling voice, the old monk asked when he saw this man in his traditional clothes. The monk's pupils had narrowed.

"The Yin family made me a continuator of the bajitsuan fist fighting technique, so now I'm trying my best to help the Yin family!" - calmly said the man in traditional clothes.

"Now I'm guarding Miss Yin Yi Yu, so I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me, travelling teacher!"

"Feng Yi, if your dead mentor finds out you went to help the Yin family, he'll jump out of his grave and strangle you to death, don't you think?" - the old monk said with laughter.

"In this world, the purpose of my existence is to achieve the highest level of quanshu skill, and for that I will give anything!" - said a man in traditional clothes.

"If my mentor has any power there in heaven, I think he will support me!"

"Will he support you? Would he support you serving the Yin family, the family that killed his daughter?" - slowly, the old monk said with a sneer.

"He could have!" - calmly said the man in traditional clothes.

"Feng Yi, you are a disgraceful ancestor traitor! Go to hell!" - The old monk shouted angrily, unable to stand it. He stomped with force and rushed towards the man.

"Traveling teacher, your ability to guess and predict fate is really unrivaled, there is no one else in the whole country who can do it right. But speaking of martial arts, you're a long way from mastery. You're not my opponent!" - with a peaceful expression on his face said a man in traditional clothes.

"You'll regret it if you let go of me!"

When he finished talking, he rushed to the old monk and hit him hard with his fist.

Two men grabbed him!

A man dressed as Tang easily evaded the old monk's attack, and then his fist turned into his claws, and he turned the old skinny monk's hand out of the raid. The old monk threw up, he was like a thunderstruck and immediately staggered back.

"And I told you you weren't my opponent!" - watching the retreat of the old skinny monk, the man in the clothes of the Tang era stood still and didn't even think to catch up with him.

"But considering we've known each other a long time, this time I won't kill you. You'll get off with a sprained joint!"

"What?"

The old skinny monk smiled, his face suddenly became cruel.

"I warn you, you'd better not let go of me. Because if you want to fight again, I won't be ceremonial, and when I hurt you in due time, don't be surprised!" - Says the man in the Tang era clothes without partiality.

"Feng Yi, don't get excited!" - evil was abandoned by an old monk.

"I won't get confused, I'm just stating facts, irrefutable facts!" - Feng Yi said indifferently.

"Feng Yi, go to hell!"

The old monk suddenly grabbed his own hand and squeezed his teeth, pulled the dislocated joint with a snap. Then he suddenly climbed up, an atmosphere of terror spilling out of his body. Looking like a mad tiger, he rushed towards a man in traditional clothes.

"Wanderer, have you gone mad? You want to use the skill of a madman" - Feng Yi changed his face, he was afraid and could not return the same calm.

"Stop talking nonsense! Die!" - The old monk screamed with cruelty. He described a series of pirouettes in the air and his fist hit the c.h.e.s.t of a man in a traditional costume.

"You forced me!"

Feng Yi wouldn't be modest and immediately screamed out loud: "Bujitsuan, the eight sides of the world merge!"

Feng Yi took a step forward like a roaring colossus. In his fists there was a huge force, he swung violently at the old monk.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two men fought at the peak of opportunity, their speed reached the highest point. The others only saw the shaking in front of their eyes, but then they saw the two men clashing.

Then there was the sound of a broken bone with a fist and immediately the two men pulled away from each other and retreated.

The man, dressed in traditional clothing, immediately withdrew out the door and knelt down. Scarlet blood suddenly poured out of his mouth and his body calmed down.

A long-suffering old monk, noisily tilting furniture in the living room, snuck to the wall and hit him. He punched again and again, and his blows made the wall crack.

To the side of the wall stood a huge floor vase of flowers, which the old monk came across. The vase tipped over and fell on his feet with a rumble.

"Ahhh..."

The old monk immediately made an agonizing scream.

"Old man!" - Lin Zhentian rushed to the old monk.

"Old monk!" - Zhang Feyang exclaimed and also ran to the monk with all his piss.

"Master Feng Yi!" - Yin Yi Yu hurried forward, wanting to get close to a man in traditional clothes.

"Madam, calm down... I'm... fine!"

Feng Yi raised his hand and gave Yin Yi Yu a sign so she wouldn't worry. Then he wiped fresh blood from the corners of his mouth and pale, wobbly got back on his feet. He stared at Xiao Fan, the old monk and their companions with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Come and accept death!"

At this time, Xiao Fan's eyes filled with a murder plot and, using the power of the Great Void, grabbed a man dressed as Tang.