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Chapter 21: Martial Arts Battle; Strange Beast Red Bearded Golden Camel

Chapter 21: Martial Arts Battle; Strange Beast Red Bearded Golden Camel
"Er Wa, you bastard! You told me not to cause trouble, but you still have the nerve to say that I am the root of trouble."

"I think you are the one who caused the trouble! You are the root of the trouble!"

One of Yin Yaoer's feet was hung by a dead vine on a large crooked willow tree in front of the garden. She was swinging upside down, still cursing.

"Grandpa told you to protect me! You're almost killing me! You dog... woo woo..."

Before he could finish his words, the red-bearded, golden-eyed young man in a red robe stretched out his hand and pointed, and the willow branches seemed to come alive and twisted and wrapped Yin Yaoer's mouth tightly.

"Shut up!" Zhao Chengyin snorted coldly.

Seeing this, Ji Yuan did not get nervous and walked forward and bowed.

Just about to speak.

The magic power surged in Zhao Chengyin's sleeves. He pinched his left fingers together, turned the finger seal horizontally, and pointed it directly at Ji Yuan.

He didn't give Ji Yuan any chance to talk nonsense.

"Swoosh". The green grass on the ground was swirling and mist was rising in an instant.

Ji Yuan saw that things were not going well, so he leaped over and about a meter high, and pulled out a shoulder pole that the strong men used to carry firewood from the wall.

The shoulder pole, which was as thick as a bowl and about ten feet long, looked extremely awkward in the hands of Ji Yuan, a nine-year-old boy who was less than four feet tall.

I couldn't even hold it with my hands, it was so awkward that I could only cross my hands and hold it back and forth.

"As expected, you have martial arts skills and great body movements. No wonder Shen'er is no match for you." Zhao Chengyin's face was slightly solemn, and he stretched out his hand and pointed horizontally.

The green grass on the ground suddenly grew to a height of several feet, and each root was as charming as a snake, winding around from all directions.

The force of the storm was so ferocious that it caused the collapse of houses and walls along the way, bringing with it a loud sound of breaking wind, like a steel whip lashing towards them.

Apart from the half-thousand-year-old cultivation master 'Lord Green Snake'.

This is the first time facing the monk's spell head-on.

Ji Yuan did not dare to be negligent at all. He took a step forward, bent his knees, turned around and pushed off the ground, using the third move of the Divine and Demonic Martial Arts, 'Double Sheep Head'. He instantly gathered all his strength, his spine was like a dragon, and the carrying pole in his hand swept across, shaking out all his strength in an instant.

Puff!
The carrying pole swept through the army, and with a loud explosion, it swept the falling vines into powder.

At the same time, the carrying pole could not bear the force, wood chips flew from the front end, and it was broken into pieces by several feet.

There is still half a shoulder pole left in his hand.

Green vines stretch for dozens of feet in all directions, endless.

But Ji Yuan didn't seem to be panicked at all, instead he felt more confident.

This green vine is very powerful, but it is still not enough for him who possesses the profound skills of gods and demons and the power of tremendous strength.

So he said calmly: "Your Shen'er is no match for me. If you rely on this skill alone, I'm afraid you won't be my opponent either!"

Even if he cultivated magical powers only a tiny bit, it is far from being enough to count as one year of practice, but he is still a Taoist master and can call himself "poor Taoist".

"You little brat are so arrogant. Just block this attack first." Zhao Chengyin smiled coldly and didn't take it seriously.

Green vines dozens of feet long swept over, leaving Ji Yuan no chance to breathe.

"Since the Taoist priest has praised my superb body movement skills, why should I resist?" Ji Yuan sneered, jumped up, and with one leap, he jumped onto the broken beam.

He leaped again, trying to use the mysterious power of gods and demons to move horizontally a few feet in the air and jump to a higher place.

The wind blew behind him, and green vines coiled up from under him, trying to wrap around Ji Yuan's ankles in mid-air.

Ji Yuan didn't even look at it. He swept the remaining eight or nine feet long carrying pole in his hand downwards, swinging the green vines away.

This time he reduced his force, and the vine was not broken, and the carrying pole was not damaged.

The man did three somersaults in mid-air, moved sideways about twenty feet, and instantly landed above the heads of Zhao Shen and Zhao Chengyin.

"Get out of the way!" The uncle and nephew of the Zhao family were both shocked. Zhao Chengyin pushed the burden Zhao Shen away and quickly whipped his double golden whips, trying to hold up the pole.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yuan's carrying pole shook slightly and did not hit the golden whip.

Instead, he took the opportunity to roll over and hit Zhao Shen, who had a confused look on his face, with a carrying pole.

"Puff!" Zhao Shen was hit on the back by a carrying pole, choking on blood. He felt like he was hit by an iron whip. His internal organs churned and he fell to the ground screaming.

But Ji Yuan didn't actually use much strength, only about 2000 or 3000. The key point was that Zhao Shen was too weak.

"Shen'er!"

"Master, Zhao Shen is in my hands now; please let Miss Yin go first." Ji Yuan picked up Zhao Shen who was still bleeding.

"You!!" Zhao Chengyin was shocked and angry.

What made him angry was that Ji Yuan, with his insignificant skills, dared to use this to threaten him.

What was shocking was that this boy's close combat martial arts was so mysterious and unpredictable. He had been practicing for more than a hundred years and had never seen such a skill before in his life.

"Snap!" The willow vine loosened, and Yin Yaoer fell to the ground, fainting.

"I let that little girl go, so you should let Shen'er go, right?"

"Master, you are a very open-minded person. It is worth it that I saved your face just now." Ji Yuan pointed with his carrying pole, but did not let the man go.

Zhao Chengyin's face turned pale. Of course he knew what Ji Yuan meant.

If he doesn't show any shame, he will be the one who gets beaten.

Zhao Chengyin wanted to step forward and beat the arrogant boy to death with a whip, but he thought to himself that in terms of martial arts, he was obviously no match for him.

Even though he had practiced his family's martial arts "Taibao Henglian Jinshen" for a hundred years and was strong enough to subdue a tiger with just two fingers, he was well-known in the Xuanwei Sect for his skill in fighting.

But the fight lasted only half a round. Compared to this tremendous force, Ji Yuan, who used the Qingteng magic that was as powerful as a steel whip and could easily break it with a wooden crutch, also had unpredictable body movements.

The gap is too big.

"I heard that Zhao Shen lost the Blood Spirit Fat yesterday. Taoist priest, you came here with your nephew to ask for it, right?"

"Did you really steal it?" Zhao Chengyin asked.

"How foolish of you, Taoist priest! If the blood spirit fat was not taken by me, why would you come here and smash and destroy things to show off your power? Isn't this wrongly accusing a good person?"

"If I had taken it, I would have already used the 'Blood Spirit Fat'. You came here to offend a fellow Taoist. Even if you win the fight, kill me, extract my soul and refine my spirit, you still can't get the Blood Spirit Fat back, right?"

"Besides, if we lose..."

"Enough! Stop talking nonsense. Since you said so, didn't you take the blood spirit fat?" Zhao Chengyin interrupted. He wanted to give everyone a way out.

"Of course I took it." Ji Yuan shook his head.

"You deserve to die!" Zhao Chengyin's eyes showed murderous intent, and he whipped his whip and rushed forward.

But Ji Yuan took out a brocade box from his chest with a calm face: "Here, isn't this the blood spirit fat?"

Under Zhao Chengyin's astonished eyes, Ji Yuan pointed at the brocade box.

"I did take it, but I just borrowed it to take a look. After all, a poor kid like me will never see such a 'high-end product' as Blood Spirit Fat in my lifetime."

"Hmph. Did you beat Shen'er too?" Zhao Chengyin snorted coldly, indicating that he did not believe Ji Yuan's nonsense.

Ji Yuan shook his head repeatedly: "I don't know. Who knows how Brother Zhao Shen fell to the ground and fainted?"

"I was just passing by and took the blood spirit fat from him. I planned to observe it carefully and return it to Zhao Shen when he wakes up."

Zhao Chengyin's expression was uncertain: "You took out the blood spirit fat, are you planning to return it to us?"

"My young Taoist friend has extraordinary martial arts skills, and is truly a guide to the immortal world. If you can return the money, then this matter can be dropped." Zhao Chengyin didn't want to get entangled in such a mess for the family's waste anymore.

Ji Yuan was such a powerful being, and his martial arts were so unpredictable; if they really fought, he didn't think he would be able to gain the upper hand over Ji Yuan.

"Okay, of course I can return it to you, Brother Dao." Ji Yuan's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity to call him 'Brother Dao' on the spot.

"But you, my brother, used magic to injure my strong men, and also hung up my maid Yin Yaoer; she has been timid and weak since she was young, and once she is frightened, she will get seriously ill..."

As he spoke, Ji Yuan looked intently at the majestic beast, the red-bearded and golden-eyed camel, that was spewing out mist.

Brother Zhao, this handsome and strange beast, wouldn't it be perfect to skin it and use it to make the "wind bag"?

You should ask your 'Daoxiong' for it.

(End of this chapter)

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