BTTH: Emperor Yan, please exercise restraint, you are really a simple brother.

The arrows used by the captain of the Black Armored Guard are different from ordinary arrows. They are made from the feathers of the second-level magical beast Golden Scale Bird with a second-level magic core. They are special arrows that can be consumed once. Each captain can only use them once a month. You can receive three but cannot accumulate them.

Zhang Yuan injected his fighting spirit and the power of the Three Dragons' Thunder Gang Fire into the golden-scaled bird arrow. Its power can be imagined. After leaving the arrow, it traveled dozens of feet away and arrived in front of the female great fighter.

"Zi~"

The female great fighter reacted extremely quickly. Without turning around, she summoned the blue-purple fighting spirit armor, focusing her defense on the chest, just in time to block the arrows.

But in front of this arrow, her fighting spirit armor was like paper. In the blink of an eye, a gap was worn out. She could no longer block it and could only watch the arrow pierce through her body.

Even if her chest was pierced, she could still hold on with her strength. If she took high-grade elixirs, she might be able to recover in a short time.

But the power of thunder and fire on the arrow remained in her body. The flames devoured the fighting spirit and strengthened it. The power of thunder raged, making her whole body paralyzed and unable to move.

"Lanjuan!"

Senmarong, who had resisted the explosion and was about to continue running away, noticed something strange about the female master, and her expression suddenly changed.

He directly abandoned his Warcraft horse and landed heavily, leaving a deep pit. His body was ejected onto the back of Lan Juan's Warcraft horse like a cannonball, and he hugged her.

Lan Juan wanted to say something, but her lips moved but she couldn't speak. She could only give hints through her eyes, hoping that Sen Mayong could understand.

The tacit understanding cultivated together in life and death for more than ten years made Senmarong understand what Lanjuan meant. He put his hand into the lower abdomen of the latter, inserted his two fingers into a crack and bent them.

Lan Juan vomited blood, but had a satisfied smile on her face.

At this time, Zhang Yuan casually threw the long bow to a guard beside him, and summoned his fighting spirit armor to rush towards Sen Mayong. After one step, he left an afterimage in the air, and when he reappeared, he was already a foot behind Sen Mayong. at.

"Boom."

There was a sudden sound of thunder.

A low-level fighting skill at the Xuan level, including thunder strike.

Zhang Yuan let the fighting energy leave his body, turned into the power of thunder and lightning and blessed his two fingers, stabbing directly at Sen Mayong's back without any intention of holding back.

"Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being penetrated sounded, and Zhang Yuan's pupils shrank.

Just because at the critical moment, Lan Juan held Sen Mayong and rotated 180 degrees to change positions, blocking his attack with her body.

Not only that, a dark green power surged out of Lan Juan's blood, trying to invade his body along his fingers, with extremely strong corrosive and paralyzing power.

"puff!"

Lan Juan spat out a mouthful of blood again and completely lost her breath.

Sen Mayong, who was hit by the thunderous sound wave attack and temporarily lost consciousness, felt the heat coming from his face, and his eyes turned blood red. He immediately summoned the fighting spirit armor and punched Zhang Yuan directly.

A dark green water ball appeared out of thin air.

This is the Xuan level intermediate fighting skill, Xuan Shui punch.

Although it is water, it carries a huge force. Even ordinary fighting masters have to turn into meat cakes even if they resist hard.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuan calmly used the Divine Walk to Chase Electric Step, and immediately retreated a few feet to avoid Sen Mayong's attack, while looking down at his fingers.

I saw a drop of dark green blood trying to break through his body, carrying extremely evil power.

This is poison.

"It's so poisonous. The little medical fairy will probably like it in the future."

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up, and he summoned the Three Dragons Thunder Gang Fire to wrap the dark green blood and began to calcine it.

"Strange fire?!" Sen Mayong's face turned very ugly.

Lan Juan has a unique fighting skill that allows her to fuse the crystals within her body with the toxins in her body. After the fusion, she attacks through the medium of blood, which is a trick that can kill people together.

Even if a strong fighting spirit is accidentally infiltrated by this poisonous blood, his body will be paralyzed on the spot and his body will be weak for a period of time, or his cultivation will regress and he will be damaged for life.

But he never thought that Zhang Yuan actually possesses the legendary strange fire, which is the nemesis of all poisons and is not afraid of mere third-level poisons.

"Kid, just wait, I will definitely come back to kill you."

After saying harsh words, Sen Mayong released his fighting spirit and enveloped the monster horse.

"Woo~" The magic beast horse neighed in pain, a flash of green appeared in its eyes, and started running wildly, at a speed so fast that ordinary fighters could not catch its figure.

Zhang Yuan did not catch up in a hurry, but took out a jade bottle from the Najie, put the refined poisonous blood into it, capped the bottle and put it away carefully.

Then he used his physical skills unhurriedly, first taking down the fighting master who was injured by the self-explosion and was about to escape, knocked him unconscious and disabled his cultivation, and handed it over to a personal guard, and then took down several others. Fighter.

In front of him, a peak fighting master who can kill three-star fighting masters across ranks and is now a five-star fighting master, naturally none of these people can escape.

And when he had dealt with these people, the sound of a battle came from the mist not far away. He used his body skills to rush over, just in time to see a man in black robe condensed his fighting spirit into a spear, completely suppressing Senma Rong.

The storm of the fight between the two blew off the hat of the old man in black robe, revealing an old face, which was Lin Zhengqing, the lord of Wutan City.

Not far away from the two of them, the magical beast horse was dead, and Lan Juan's body fell to the ground.

"City Lord Lin, let me help you."

Zhang Yuan drew out the long sword from his waist, charged up with his fighting spirit.

A five-star master who can fight beyond the next level, coupled with a senior fighting spirit, makes Senmarong full of dangers.

With more and more injuries on his body, Sen Mayong's eyes became fierce, and the fighting spirit around him began to become manic, and he roared: "You, go to hell."

Lin Zhengqing's eyes narrowed, he tapped the ground and retreated, not forgetting to remind Zhang Yuan: "He is going to blow himself up."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan advanced instead of retreating and hit Sen Mayong's Dantian with a palm.

"Boy, come to hell with me." Sen Mayong showed a bloodthirsty smile: "I can take away a talented person from the Gama Empire before I die, so I won't lose."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed and he asked, "Aren't you from the Jiama Empire?"

"Hahaha." Sen Mayong only smiled and said nothing. He wanted Zhang Yuan to be a fool.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly and his expression became stunned.

Just because Zhang Yuan's hand touched his Dantian, he felt a force spread throughout his body, making him unable to move and unable to sense his Dou Jing.

He blew himself up and became a joke.

"The strange fire must be the strange fire." Senmarong said angrily.

"Correct answer, but no reward."

Zhang Yuan took back his hand and patted it gently.

In Senmarong's dantian, there was a three-dragon thunder fire that enveloped most of his broken Dou Jing, forming a suppression by devouring and strengthening it.

"City Master Lin, you and Master Gu Ni came a little late." Zhang Yuan turned to look at Lin Zhengqing and said with a smile: "If you were a few minutes later, your coming this time would have been in vain."

Lin Zhengqing came to Zhang Yuan's side. The spear in his hand gradually disappeared. There was surprise in his eyes. He smiled helplessly: "It's not that we came too slowly. It's that you ended the battle too quickly. I didn't expect that you still hide your strength."

Lin Zhengqing certainly didn't think that Zhang Yuan's strength had improved in the past few days, but thought that he had reservations when he fought against Gallebi.

Who would have thought that a sixteen-year-old boy would be a five-star fighting master, stronger than the heads of the three clans in Wutan City.

Zhang Yuan did not explain anything and said: "I didn't expect that Gallebi would come in person. It's just good luck."

He was not being modest, let alone showing off. This battle ended so quickly, and good luck was indeed the main reason.

Who would have thought that Gallebi, who had been tricked by him, would come in person.