1174: C1174 What Type Do You Belong to

C1174 What Type Do You Belong to

2"Who are you?" Zhou Yan looked at the group of masked men in black warily and asked with a frown.

"Hehe... The things here belong to us now. You can get lost now," the leader of the masked men in black chuckled and said sinisterly.

"Why? Zhou Yan was startled, then asked in a deep voice.

"Because we are disciples of the Profound Origin Sect." The leader said proudly.

"Profound Origin Sect, no wonder." Zhou Yan suddenly realized something and said. This sect was extremely famous in Floating Cloud City. It was said to be a second-class country, so the disciples of this sect were generally much stronger than ordinary martial cultivators.

"Since you know that we are disciples of the Profound Origin Sect, why don't you obediently hand over the valuable things you have on you?" The leader continued.

"Are you sure that the Profound Origin Sect can really make the decision?" Zhou Yan asked with a cold smile.

"Humph! Our Profound Origin Sect is one of the top three sects in Floating Cloud City, and our Sect Master is a super expert at the sixth layer of the Martial Master Realm. Does a small power in Floating Cloud County need our Sect Master to personally handle it? If you know what's good for you, then hurry up and get lost so that you won't suffer any physical pain. " The leader looked at Zhou Yan coldly and said in disdain.

"Oh! Alright, let's go!" Zhou Yan said indifferently and left first.

"Brat, at least you know what's good for you." The leader watched Zhou Yan leave with a mocking smile.

Swish!

Just as Zhou Yan walked a few hundred meters, Zhou Yan's figure returned, causing the group of masked men in black to immediately grip their weapons nervously, preparing to fight to the death.

"Is your Profound Origin Sect very awesome?" Zhou Yan looked at the wary masked man in black, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a devilish smile as he said mockingly.

"You... What exactly do you want?" The leader stuttered. Although his heart was filled with fear, he forced himself to not lose the dignity of a disciple of the Profound Origin Sect.

"Nothing much. I just feel that you guys are too weak to threaten me. You guys can scram now." Zhou Yan looked at the masked men in black with disdain and said arrogantly.

"What? You said we're too weak?" Hearing Zhou Yan's words, the group of masked men in black immediately flew into a rage. Then, they all pulled out their weapons and pointed them at Zhou Yan.

Clang!

Zhou Yan's speed was very fast, and in an instant, he had arrived in front of the group of masked men in black. Then, he swung his sword, and a bright golden sword light bloomed. A sharp aura swept across the entire scene, causing people to feel suffocated.

Puff!

As the Sword Energy swept past, the figures of the group of masked men in black suddenly stopped. Then, they held their throats and fell into a pool of blood, dying with everlasting regret.

Zhou Yan did not even look at these masked men in black as he walked over the corpses.

"Who exactly are you?" Just as Zhou Yan left, a slightly aged voice sounded in his ears.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yan turned his head and looked behind him. He saw a white-haired old man with a head full of silver hair slowly walking out of the darkness.

"My name is Xu Changfeng." The old man looked at Zhou Yan and said with a serious expression.

"Xu Changfeng?" Zhou Yan searched through his mind, but he did not find any information about this old man, so he was a little suspicious of the old man's identity.

"What? You don't know me?" Xu Changfeng frowned and asked, the expression on his face gradually turning cold.

"Hehe! What do you think?" Zhou Yan laughed and asked.

"This is clearly our first time meeting, and you don't have any martial true energy fluctuating from your body. How could I possibly know you? " Xu Changfeng pondered for a moment, then looked at Zhou Yan suspiciously as he spoke, a bright light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"I think so too. After all, there are very few people as handsome as me." Zhou Yan rubbed his nose and said arrogantly.

"Eh..." Xu Changfeng was startled for a moment, and then his face completely darkened. His fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked, as if he wanted to smash Zhou Yan's dog head with a single punch.

"I'll give you one minute. No matter who you are, scram immediately!" Xu Changfeng looked at Zhou Yan and said word by word. His words contained a bone-piercing cold killing intent, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by more than ten degrees, as if it had fallen into winter.0

"You..." Zhou Yan's face instantly darkened. He did not expect this old man to be so rude and unreasonable, without the humility and courtesy that a martial cultivator should have.

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't leave now, then you will be buried with me forever." Xu Changfeng said coldly.

"You're courting death." Zhou Yan was immediately enraged, and a monstrous killing intent surged out from his body, like a volcano erupting.

"You're courting death!" Xu Changfeng's expression changed, and then with a cold shout, his body appeared in front of Zhou Yan like a ghost. He immediately struck out with his palm, bringing with it a vast amount of force as it fiercely struck towards Zhou Yan's chest.

"You don't know life from death!" Zhou Yan snorted coldly, his right leg suddenly raised, and then with the force of a thunderbolt, he kicked out, fiercely kicking Xu Changfeng's arm.

Crack!

Zhou Yan's kick was extremely powerful, it directly broke Xu Changfeng's arm, and the remaining force did not decrease as it landed on Xu Changfeng's abdomen.

Bang!

Following a muffled sound, Xu Changfeng let out a miserable howl, and then spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs. He flew backwards and fell to the ground, his fate unknown.

Whoosh!

Right at this moment, a dagger suddenly appeared at Zhou Yan's waist, and stabbed towards Zhou Yan's neck with incomparable speed.

Having already prepared himself for this attack, Zhou Yan stepped lightly on the ground with his right foot. Borrowing the momentum from the kick, his body instantly soared into the air and dodged the fatal attack.

Zhou Yan landed on the ground and looked at Xu Changfeng, who had both of his arms crippled. He was slightly shocked. This old man was actually a High-Rank Martial Master, and he seemed to have hidden his cultivation. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

"Which sect are you from?" Zhou Yan stood where he was and asked Xu Changfeng.

"Humph! You dare to cripple my cultivation, you're dead for sure." Xu Changfeng was lying on the ground. His face was pale and his arms were shaking. Fresh blood was flowing out from the wound and dyeing his clothes red.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" Zhou Yan squinted his eyes as he looked at Xu Changfeng, his body emitting a strong killing intent.

"So what if I tell you? Hahaha, I am an elder of the Mystic Abyss Valley. If you dare to cripple my cultivation, you will be making an enemy out of the entire Mystic Abyss Valley. You must die! "Xu Changfeng roared ferociously. While coughing, he took out a black pill from his storage bag and threw it into his mouth.

After taking the black pill, Xu Changfeng instantly felt that the injuries in his body had recovered a lot, and his cultivation had also increased a little, but he did not stop there. Instead, he continued to take the black pill.

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