From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 25: See You Again (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
Venerable Dawei made a great start, with a faint Buddha's light all over his body, and he really looked like a Vajra.

The demons were about to run away, but they were frightened by this and shouted, "Big Tail Brother, the real Buddha!"

"Bullshit!" Nie Yannian spat, and immediately drew his sword from its sheath. Then he held the sword in one hand and ran forward quickly, "Spring Thunder!"

As the words fell, there was a roaring sound in front and behind him, like spring thunder!

For a moment, as Nie Yannian ran, spring thunder burst out and moved with him, giving a feeling that all things were reviving and full of vitality.

The man and the wolf were only a hundred steps apart. The sound of spring thunder surged forward at a rapid speed. Nie Yannian came first and arrived even faster than Venerable Dawei.

Seeing that the two men were less than ten steps apart, Nie Yannian suddenly stood up, gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and chopped at the Great Tail Venerable.

There was a huge thunder, and the monsters all around were terrified. The brave ones ran away, while the timid ones defecated and peed, and it was obvious that they could not stand steadily.

At this moment, the long sword in Nie Yannian's hand had collided with the Zen stick of Dawei Zun, and a faint Buddha light was seen spreading out. There seemed to be a mirage on Nie Yannian's body, and a faint strange scene appeared, which was actually spring thunder in the mountains and rivers.

With one blow, the staff of Great Tail Venerable broke into two pieces immediately, and it retreated more than ten steps before stopping, as if all the openings it had just made were of no use.

It was not known whether the seventh rank of Buddhism was no match for the seventh rank of martial artists, or whether Nie Yannian was simply superior in ability, but Meng Yuan was fascinated by the scene, especially when Nie Yannian's sword blasted out like thunder, causing strange sights to appear around him, truly like a burst of spring thunder.

"You haven't learned the six supernatural powers well enough. You might as well go back and study for another two years." After breaking up the momentum of Venerable Dawei with one move, Nie Yannian did not slow down at all. He took advantage of the victory and pursued him. Every time he drew his sword, there was a thunderous sound, and the sound of thunder became more and more frequent.

The peach trees around him were blown away by the knife-like wind and all broken, and were shaken by the spring thunder, with broken branches and wood flying everywhere.

The staff of the Great Tail Master was broken into two pieces. He held one piece in each hand at this moment. His eyes were gloomy. He gasped for breath while trying his best to resist. "Amitabha, this is a prickly thing! The wind is blowing!"

A high-ranking Buddhist monk actually started talking about the underworld's jargon, which was really out of place!
What's more, he was full of vigor and vitality just now, but he immediately became cowardly after facing the last move. It's also funny.

The first and second wolves had already sensed something was wrong, and after hearing what Great Tail Venerable said, they immediately fled to the deep of the peach forest, one to the left and one to the right.

"Don't let them run away!" Nie Yannian shouted.

Meng Yuan had already chased after Wolf One, and Ren Debiao also reacted and hurried to chase after Wolf Two.

The Great Tail Venerable wanted to stop him, but he was entangled by Nie Yannian's Spring Thunder and could only defend himself!

"Are you kidding me that I have no supernatural powers?" The Dawei Venerable's hair and beard stood up, and he was so angry that he yelled. Buddha light appeared on the bald man's head, and he held a broken Zen stick in each hand and shouted madly: "Immovable Vajra Seal! Come out!"

In an instant, a strong Buddha light emanated from his body, and he really looked like a wolf-headed Vajra.

At this time, Meng Yuan no longer had time to watch the battle between the two seventh-grade warriors. He just held a long sword in his hand, shuttled through the peach forest, and chased after the wolf.

The remaining monsters also came to their senses and saw Meng Yuan coming with a knife. Even though they knew he was not coming to kill them, they were still scared and ran away, actually chasing after Wolf Da.

For a moment, there was chaos and confusion.

The wolf was a wolf demon with very nimble legs and feet. It rushed into the depths of the peach forest like crazy. Meng Yuan chased it relentlessly. After following it for several hundred steps, he heard a crisp sound coming from the chaos.

"What happened? What happened?"

"Why are you running? Aunt Niu, please save me! It's thundering and I need to go home to collect my clothes!"

"Mrs. Pig, give me a hand! I caught lice for you before! Little Sister Pig, don't go! We played in the mud together before!"

"Brother Ji! Brother Ji! We have been friends for more than two years, and you... Ouch, what are you doing? Fly slower, you almost pooped in my mouth!"

"Big Wolf, Big Wolf, I was wrong! Let me go home quickly!"

The voice was very familiar, like that of my aunt.

Meng Yuan ran forward a hundred steps and saw a weasel hanging on a peach branch.

The weasel had brown skin and a white belly, and its four short legs were tied together and hung upside down on the peach tree, dangling from side to side. It was clearly the old lady, but there was no sign of its little bag.

When a fleeing monster passed by, the little weasel would yell a few times, but unfortunately, when disaster struck, everyone flew away and no one paid any attention to him.

Meng Yuan didn't have time to deal with it and just walked past.

"What ran away?" The little weasel was stupidly hanging on the peach branch, listening to the spring thunder in the distance. The monsters had all run away. He looked up at the sky in disappointment and muttered, "Someone come and save me."

At this moment, Meng Yuan ran as fast as he could. The wolf was slightly slower, but he was familiar with the terrain and changed directions repeatedly in the peach forest.

If the peach trees had not grown lush green leaves in the early spring, Meng Yuan would have almost lost him.

The weather in the mountains is changeable. A drizzle began to fall from the already gloomy sky. For a moment, mist rose in the peach forest, and the atmosphere was hazy.

Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and chased for a few miles. The wolf was not careful and fell on its butt on the slippery ground.

Meng Yuan took the opportunity to step forward, and the two sides were only ten steps apart.

"Chase, chase, chase! Chase endlessly? Do you really think that Buddha is a vegetarian?" The Wolf got up and pulled out a long-handled sword.

Meng Yuan held the long knife in his hand, panting, and said nothing. The wolf was tall, almost ten feet tall, and at this moment he roared fiercely, and immediately raised his sword to chop at him, which was really quite imposing.

Meng Yuan neither dodged nor gave way, but held his sword to receive the blow.

When the two knives touched, Meng Yuan immediately felt that the wolf was stronger than himself, and his knife strikes were very methodical, much stronger than those of Black Mee and White Mee.

Meng Yuan's arm was slightly numb from the shock, but he had no time to relax. He quickly turned his sword around and fought with Lang Da.

There were dense peach trees here, and both sides were wielding long swords, so when they were swinging their swords they would often accidentally touch the branches of the peach trees.

The man and the wolf were not like Nie Yannian, who had the power to chop down the peach tree with a single strike of his sword. Their attacks were always blocked by the peach tree, forcing them to deflect their long swords.

In addition, the spring rain was rustling and the ground was slippery. The wolf and the man first chased each other desperately, and then fought with all their might, which consumed a lot of physical energy.

Meng Yuan calmed down and no longer sought to win quickly. Instead, he used 70% defense and 30% attack to focus on depleting the opponent's physical strength.

After fighting for only a short while, Wolf began to swing his sword much slower.

Although Meng Yuan was on the defensive, he was not feeling well. The rush and the fierce battle consumed a lot of his internal energy, and he began to breathe heavily.

However, the wolf's decline was already apparent, so Meng Yuan gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and began the main attack.

For a moment, the Kuangfeng sword technique was used and Lang Da was caught in defense, but he slipped and was cut on the shoulder.

Although the wound was minor, it was still considered a success. Meng Yuan became ruthless and attacked fiercely like a violent storm.

"Who wouldn't fight to the death?" Wolf Da howled, and slashed with his sword to force Meng Yuan back, then he slashed vertically, forcing Meng Yuan to retreat again and again.

The big wolf stopped chasing and turned away.

This wolf has clearly lost his courage! Meng Yuan drew out his bow and shot arrows, but only one arrow hit the wolf's back shoulder.

Seeing that the bow and arrow did not do much damage to the enemy, Meng Yuan threw away the bow and arrow and picked up his sword to chase after him.

After a while of chasing, they were only a few steps away. But Lang Da was so determined to survive that Meng Yuan could only catch up with him despite risking his life.

Meng Yuan knew that he could not chase any further, otherwise something bad would happen if he went too deep into the mountains. He had to capture Wolf Master as soon as possible.

With a thought in mind, Meng Yuan roared and threw his long sword at Lang Da.

The wolf dodged the attack after missing it. When it saw that the weapon of the man it was chasing had been lost, it turned around to look, but saw that the young man did not stop.

As soon as Wolf took a moment to slow down, he saw the young man coming in front of him with bare hands.

"Die!" the wolf shouted loudly, turned around and slashed sideways.

Meng Yuan was waiting for this moment. Seeing Lang Da raising his knife, he suddenly thrust forward and came into Lang Da's arms. He held Lang Da's hands holding the knife with both hands, and at the same time twisted his body and threw the tall Lang Da to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

The blow was not fatal, but it took away Lang Da's knife.

The wolf had no time to get up and had to crawl forward.

Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and pounced, immediately riding on the wolf's waist.

The wolf's waist was its weak point. Meng Yuan pressed down hard, and the wolf immediately fell down.

Meng Yuan also became ruthless. He didn't think about anything else and just punched the wolf's head again and again.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

He didn't know how many punches he had thrown, but Meng Yuan only felt that the spring rain was getting heavier, and the smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of soil was particularly unpleasant.

When he looked at the wolf again, he was already dead, his skull was shattered, red and white blood had leaked out, and his two eyeballs were popped out.

Meng Yuan punched for a while, and when he saw that he had little strength left, he stopped.

Gasping for breath, he looked up and suddenly found that there were more than a dozen gray wolves in front of him, looking towards this side, as if they wanted to go forward but did not dare to.

These are the reinforcements summoned by Wolf King. They are not even monsters, but just ordinary mountain wolves.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Get out!" Meng Yuan stood up, picked up the long knife on the ground, and shouted at the wolves.

Sure enough, the wolves hesitated for a moment and then slowly dispersed.

Meng Yuan held the knife in his hand, gasping for breath. Seeing that the clothes were torn and dirty, and blood had already seeped through the clothes, he kicked the wolf twice in anger.

(End of this chapter)