C4 Zhang sha di

Tie Muyuan stared at the milky-white four-petaled flower, and suddenly understood.

This little flower was called the Crimson Spirit Flower. It was a very rare medicine and it contained a large amount of spiritual energy. After consuming it, one could directly refine it into their spiritual energy to increase their cultivation level.

This Scarlet Flame Tiger should be the guardian demon beast of this Crimson Flame Tiger. The two men from the Ancient Plum Camp must have discovered them and made a move in order to kill the Scarlet Flame Tiger and seize the Crimson Flame Flower.

"This beast is after all at the late Qi Gathering stage, it's really hard to deal with!" One of them cursed.

"They won't come here, will they?" The other one was worried.

"It's almost dark, who would come here? Furthermore, last time we beat up a few people from the Iron Mountain Gang into such a miserable state, they definitely wouldn't have the guts to come here! "

"Hehe, what a great day! Especially that guy called Tie Lin from the Iron Mountain Gang. Even though he's at the late Qi Gathering stage, we still broke his leg, no? "

As the two of them chatted, they fought fiercely with the Scarlet Flame Tiger. Not too far away, Tie Mu's teeth were itching with hatred as he heard their conversation. Killing intent surged in his eyes!

So it turned out that Abba's legs were broken by them!

Damn it! He had just broken his Abba's legs, and today, he came to the territory of the Iron Mountain Village to hunt demon beasts!

This was something intolerable!

Veins bulged on Tie Muyuan's forehead as he charged forward!

Stepping onto the Floating Cloud Steps, Tie Mu moved like a ghost and silently approached them from behind!

The two people who were battling the Scarlet Flame Tiger actually didn't notice Tie Muyuan!

It was only when Tie Mu was behind one of them that he threw out a punch!

"Hmm?!"

At this critical moment of life and death, this person realized that there was someone behind him and hurriedly turned around in shock. What greeted him was a pair of tightly clenched fists!

"Bam!"

With a dull thud, Tie Muyuan's fists landed on the man's face. In a split-second, the man was struck so hard that blood splattered all over his face. His head went 'weng' and he actually fainted!

"AHH!" "Who is it?!"

The remaining member of the Ancient Plum Faction turned pale with fright. However, he soon discovered that the attacker was only a young cultivator at the early Qi Gathering stage.

"So it's a bastard from the Iron Mountain Gang!"

"Reckless fool!" Today, I, Mei Zhenpeng, will let you know what it means to overestimate yourself! "

Mei Zhenpeng roared out as the long spear in his hand trembled. Then, he drew a spear and pounced towards Tie Muyuan!

"Rolling Stone Fist!"

Tie Mu was fearless as he charged forward. Although Mei Zhenpeng was in the middle Qi Gathering stage, he was already injured and had consumed a great deal of his physical strength. Tie Muyuan himself was already at the peak of Early Qi Condensation, and he also possessed the Floating Cloud Steps and Rolling Stone Fist, two medium-grade human-step martial skills!

Comparing the two, he was not afraid of Mei Zhenpeng!

Pow! Pow! Pow!

As the two of them exchanged blows, Tie Muyuan's fists began to move rapidly, hitting the spear shaft consecutively. The force behind the blows was like rolling rocks, causing the spear shaft to tremble continuously!

This was the essence of Rolling Stone Fist. Fists connected one after another like endless rolling rocks. Countless rocks turned into stormy waves, smashing against the long spear in waves!

"What's going on?!"

Mei Zhenpeng's facial expression changed drastically. Under Tie Muyuan's continuous bombardment, the spear in his hand showed signs of falling out of his grasp!

This was definitely not something that an ordinary early Qi Gathering cultivator could do!

"Break!"

Mei Zhenpeng steadied himself and shouted. He then shook his hands violently, causing Tie Muyuan's fists to shatter!

Then, with a flick of his spear, he swung it at Tie Muyuan!

Mei Zhenpeng knew that he had consumed too much energy and could not afford to keep fighting for too long. Thus, he wanted to seize the moment to unleash his full strength and defeat Tie Muyuan. He had used all of his strength in this shot. If it hit Tie Muyuan, even if he didn't die, he would still be able to beat him until he vomited blood and received serious internal injuries!

However, in the next moment, something unbelievable happened that made his eyes widen!

Tie Muyuan's feet lightly rubbed against each other, and his body swiftly and gracefully flew back by half a meter. He dodged the blow with the grace of a fluttering swallow!

Bang!

Tie Muyuan landed lightly on the ground, then fiercely stomped on the ground and jumped up, throwing a punch straight at Mei Zhenpeng's face!

"Shi Potian!"

Tie Muyuan exerted his full strength of two Qilins in this punch, sweeping through the air with a whistling sound!

"AHH!" "Not good!"

Mei Zhenpeng cried out in fear. From this punch, he actually felt a strong threat to his life!

In a split-second, Mei Zhenpeng raised his spear and held it horizontally in front of him. Then, Tie Muyuan's fist landed squarely on the spear shaft!

Pow!

A crisp sound rang out, and Mei Zhenpeng's facial expression changed. A strange cry was issued out from his mouth, his two hands fiercely shook, and the long spear unexpectedly flew out of his hands!

As for Tie Muyuan, he continued to press forward with his fist, imprinting it on Mei Zhenpeng's chest!

Mei Zhenpeng trembled as his chest caved in, and then...

"Pfft!"

As he spat out a mouthful of blood, Mei Zhenpeng was sent flying backwards like a kite with its string cut. He flew a full 70 to 80 feet before finally crashing into the ground!

At this moment, his face was deathly pale, his eyes wide with disbelief!

Who would have thought that an early Qi Condensation martial artist would be able to defeat him without any chance to fight back!

A sense of despair rose in Mei Zhenpeng's heart, as he watched the youth with killing intent walk towards him step by step, he could no longer endure the fear in his heart, and shouted, "Spare me! Please spare my life! "

Tie Muyuan didn't say a word, but continued to walk slowly towards him.

"Please! "Please spare my life. From now on, I'll listen to everything you say …"

Mei Zhenpeng begged loudly, his voice trembling as he sobbed, "I was wrong, I am willing to give you everything I have …"

However, before he could finish his words, Tie Muyuan interrupted him, "Now you know your wrongs!" When you stepped into the territory of the Iron Mountain Village, did you ever think about doing so?! "

"When you were hunting the demonic beasts in this place, did you ever think of doing so?!"

"When you broke my Abba's legs, did you ever think of doing this?!"

"Huh?"

Mei Zhenpeng stared blankly for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed in shock, "You … "You are …"

"I am the son of the man from the hemlock village whose legs were broken by you!"

A hint of hostility flashed through Tie Muyuan's eyes as he snapped, "Now, do you still think I'll let you go?"

"Go!" "Die!"

Tie Muyuan gritted his teeth and these two words burst out from his throat. He clenched his fists and ruthlessly smashed them under the terrified and desperate gaze of Mei Zhenpeng.

A mournful scream resounded through the sky!

Looking at the now lifeless Mei Zhenpeng, Tie Muyuan sneered as his murderous gaze fell on the unconscious man!

"Everyone must die!"