People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

They watched in surprise.

As Li Yuchun approached, Li Qiye raised his hand to block her.

"boom!"

A shockwave rippled through the air, ruffling the guests' long hair!

They stared in astonishment at the scene before them.

That was Huaiqing, and Luo Yuheng's gaze couldn't help but shift.

Li Qiye effortlessly blocked Li Yuchun's punch, a sixth-rank martial artist, with his left hand, without any apparent difficulty or stress.

They didn't even take a single step back.

"You are!"

Li Yuchun was also very surprised.

However, he didn't finish his sentence.

Li Qiye's right fist was already upon him.

The punch landed directly on Li Yuchun's protective silver bra.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Li Yuchun was sent flying by Li Qiye's punch, leaving a long gash on the ground!

at the same time!

"Crack!"

With a crack, Li Yuchun's silver robe shattered under Li Qiye's fist.

Li Yuchun was sent flying backward, feeling his blood churning.

Yang Yan was surprised, and Yin Luo behind him was even more dumbfounded.

Li Yuchun slumped to the ground, gazing intently at Li Qiye.

"You're more than a sixth-rank official!"

Yang Yan's eyes narrowed: "Fifth rank!"

He scrutinized Li Qiye, his expression becoming wary.

The crowd gasped in astonishment. Li Qiye was actually a fifth-rank martial artist?!

Li Qiye remained silent and walked forward.

Yang Yan knew that Li Qiye was invincible except for him, so he also made a move.

Yang Yan was dressed in a golden martial arts uniform, the gold gleaming like a god of war.

Both men raised their fists and faced each other, with Yang Yan using the power of a fourth-grade master in this punch.

The same applies to Li Qiye.

"boom!"

The two fists collided with a loud bang, so loud it deafened people.

Meanwhile, the terrifying aftershocks knocked over some guests, and the air vibrated.

The two are evenly matched!

Yang Yan was startled!

"You are a fourth-rank official!"

Fourth grade!

Everyone was in an uproar!

"Mr. Qiye is actually a fourth-rank martial artist!"

"It's surprising that Mr. Qiye is so unassuming."

"As far as I know, even the night watchman's gong is only a fourth-rank official, right? How did Mr. Qiye cultivate his skills?"

"You ask me? How would I know? This time, Jinluo Yangyan might not be able to win over Mr. Qiye!"

Huaiqing, Lin'an, and Chu Caiwei were also greatly surprised.

Li Qiye is actually a fourth-rank martial artist!

Luo Yuheng remained calm; she had already realized that Li Qiye was not a fifth-rank official, but a fourth-rank official!

Li Qiye remained silent, only asking questions about fist techniques.

Yang Yan is the same.

I have never encountered such a master in the capital of Dafeng.

At first, the two exchanged blows with their fists and feet, and a tense atmosphere instantly filled the air.

Li Qiye moved with lightning speed, his footwork creating a sharp gust of wind with each punch.

Each punch he threw contained immense power, imbued with demonic flames. The interplay of his fists resembled a dragon emerging from the sea, stirring the air with a buzzing sound.

Yang Yan was equally impressive. His fist techniques were fierce and powerful, and his body was as steady as a mountain. Every move he made carried an indomitable momentum, like a tiger descending a mountain, and he met Li Qiye's attacks head-on.

Boom! Bang!

The two exchanged blows, their fists whistling through the air. Each collision caused the air to vibrate and produce a muffled explosion, lifting the surrounding buildings into the air with their powerful gusts.

The fierce close combat lasted for a long time. Yang Yan was solemn. He had tried his best, but he could not gain the upper hand and could not defeat Li Qiye.

Li Qiye's strength was subtly superior to his, and the rolling flames sometimes made him hesitant to exchange blows with him.

Li Qiye was engulfed in flames at this moment, and every punch he threw was accompanied by the heat of fire.

Invincible in the same situation!

Yang Yan knew that this was not a long-term solution, so he suddenly leaped backward, widening the distance between himself and Li Qiye.

He simply reached out and a long spear flew into his hand like lightning.

The spear's shaft gleamed, and its tip flashed with a cold light, as if it could pierce the sky.

Li Qiye's lips curled up slightly, showing no fear whatsoever.

He rapidly formed hand seals in the air, chanting incantations, and in an instant, a mysterious fire-tipped spear appeared in his hand amidst a blazing inferno.

Yang Yan was stunned!

Li Qiye also had a weapon, and it was a spear!

However, Li Qiye's spear seemed to be something special.

The flames on the fire-tipped spear burned fiercely, radiating intense heat that seemed to distort and warp the surrounding air.

"drink!"

Yang Yan shouted and launched the first attack.

The spear in his hand was like a white snake spitting its tongue, hissing and cutting through the wind, and like a dragon weaving through the air, moving swiftly around his body. Sometimes it was light and agile, pointing, picking, and stabbing, and sometimes it was fierce and powerful, striking, smashing, and sweeping, swiftly thrusting towards Li Qiye.

Li Qiye remained calm, and with a gentle wave of his Fire-Tipped Spear, a barrier of flames instantly formed, blocking all of Yang Yan's attacks.

The clash of spears produced a crackling sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qiye launched a counterattack.

He brandished his fire-tipped spear, the shaft wreathed in billowing flames, like a fire dragon soaring into the sky, rushing towards Yang Yan.

That shot was incredibly fast!

Like thunder.

However, Yang Yan was skilled in martial arts and used his spear to defend himself.

"boom!"

The terrifying collision shook the earth violently, and the surroundings trembled as the two fought.

Li Qiye aimed his spear at Yang Yan.

immediately!

"Crack!"

With a snap, the Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly opened up in its lotus-like shape.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of hot air rose up.

Yang Yan knew something was wrong.

next moment!

"boom!"

Flames roared and surged from the tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear, passing through Yang Yan like a fire dragon.

Yang Yan immediately felt a wave of heat hit him, forcing him to dodge.

He struggled to swing his spear, trying to block the raging flames, but the fire-tipped spear was too powerful, and the flames continued to spread, making him no match for it.

At this moment, the world seemed to be dyed crimson by the blazing flames.

Yang Yan's forehead was covered in sweat, but his eyes showed surprise.

He hadn't expected Li Qiye to be so powerful!

The guests were astonished.

It seems that Yang Yan is no match for Li Qiye.

Surprised, they couldn't help but speak up.

"How did Mr. Qiye describe his spear as being similar to the Fire-Tipped Spear in the story of Nezha?"

"You know what, it does look somewhat like one; the tip of the gun has a mechanism that can ignite a flame."

"Could it really be a fire-tipped spear?"

"Impossible, isn't that just a story? It's really a Fire-Tipped Spear. Doesn't that mean Mr. Qiye's story is true?"

"Couldn't it be that Mr. Qiye uses himself as a character to tell a story?"

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Three Golden Gongs! Huaiqing and Lin'an Give Their Strong Support!

Chapter Thirty-Five: Three Golden Gongs! Huaiqing and Lin'an give their full support!

The appearance of the fire-tipped spear aroused a slight suspicion in all the guests, however small.

But the seeds have already been planted.

It will only take root and sprout once things are revealed one by one!

This gun is like the Fire-Tipped Spear in the story told by Mr. Qiye.

The spear shaft was about ten feet long, seemingly cast from pure gold, with wisps of faint flame patterns all around it, like flowing veins of fire.

The gun barrel also resembles mysterious runes engraved on it, exuding an ancient yet fiery aura.

The spearhead was incredibly sharp, triangular in shape, like blooming flame petals. Its cold gleam seemed capable of easily tearing through the air, and crimson flames flickered as the blade moved, as if a mere flick could ignite a prairie fire.

The spear tassel, as red as blood, was woven from countless fiery red threads that rustled fiercely in the wind, leaping and dancing as if it had a life of its own, each sway seemingly capable of scattering invisible sparks.

The Fire-Tipped Spear can unleash tremendous power in an instant, with raging flames surging across its body like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying a world-destroying force. Wherever it goes, the void seems to be scorched and distorted.

The spear that Li Qiye used just now was exactly the same as the description of the Fire-Tipped Spear.

If Yang Yan hadn't dodged in time, he would have been engulfed by the flames; to put it bluntly, even if he hadn't died, he would have been severely injured.

Looking again at the direction of the flames shooting out from the Fire-Tipped Spear, the air was scorching, and everything it touched became polarized.

Looking at Yang Yan again, his face had a slightly dark look.

Although I never touched it, just grazing it almost melted him.

Li Qiye, wielding the Fire-Tipped Spear, was undeniably imposing, his long, jet-black hair billowing in the flames and wind.