At the foot of the cliff, everyone from the Beggar Clan's Western Grand Elder to the ordinary disciples of the Beggar Clan looked at him angrily, and many of them cursed.
The Beggar Clan with one hundred thousand disciples is a true mixture of dragons and snakes, including all three religions and nine streams.
"Little girl, I think you owe it to a man to take care of you!" Elder Song among the elders of West University swore coldly, stamped his right foot on the ground, strode towards Wang Yuyan, and slashed her head forward with the dark sword in his hand.
Wang Yuyan's face was as cold as water, she took a step forward, and her figure instantly appeared on the right side of Elder Song.
Boom~.
Wang Yuyan waved her right palm lightly, and the cold palm force came out from the palm of her hand and hit Elder Song's chest at an unparalleled speed.
Before Elder Song could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his whole forward movement stopped, like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down.
Wang Yuyan's footsteps didn't stop, and her figure rushed into the middle of the Beggar Clan. She was as fast as a flying fairy, as fast as a ghost, her hands turned into wind-shaped shadows, and screams came one after another.
"Hurry up and set up the formation," an elder shouted urgently.
Snap, snap, snap.
The sound of bamboo poles hitting the ground was heard, and the Beggar Clan disciples instantly formed a dog-beating formation.
The monks from Shaolin and Tianlong Temple were very sensible and immediately retreated from the encirclement of the Beggar Clan disciples.
"Do you want a dog-fighting formation?" Li Xianyu, who was hiding in the dark, stared at her fiercely. His feet were already full of strength. As long as Wang Yuyan had the slightest tendency to be in danger, he would take action and perform a 'hero's rescue'.
"The formation is exquisite, but the strength of these disciples of the Beggar Clan is too average..." Wu Xingyun, who was hiding in another place, looked indifferent, thinking that when encountering this situation, he only needed to rush forward in one direction, and there was no need at all. Understand the formation.
Wang Yuyan did not rush, but deliberately walked in the middle of the formation, facing the bamboo poles attacked by a group of Beggar Clan disciples... Not only to prove her own strength, but at the same time she also had a very strong desire to fight and destroy in her heart.
She wants to destroy everything, including herself.
"What a strong woman." Xuanci couldn't calm down. He could see that Wang Yuyan was able to move with ease, and the many attacks from the Beggar Clan disciples had not had the slightest impact on her.
"Uncle Kurong, later..." Duan Zhengchun came to Kurong's side with the support of two senior monks from Tianlong Temple.
"I have my own opinion." Kurong whispered, he knew what Duan Zhengchun wanted to say.
Wang Yuyan, who is currently fighting, should be named Duan in terms of blood relationship, and belongs to the Duan royal family of Dali.
Duan Zhengchun didn't say much, and looked at Wang Yuyan who was fighting with a complicated mood.
Suddenly, an iron flute sounded... Quan Guanqing, who was standing at the outermost edge of the group of Beggar Clan disciples, held an iron flute and started playing.
"Hiss, hiss~." A frightening 'hiss' sound sounded.
Most of the monks in Shaolin and Tianlong Temple were startled, and soon many people heard rustling sounds on the ground.
"Snake..." Li Xianyu, who was hiding in the darkness, narrowed his eyes.
As the flute sounded, snakes of different colors emerged from the bags at the waists of the Beggar Clan disciples standing outside.
In a short time, the ground was densely covered with small black, cyan, red, and white snakes, as well as large colorful snakes.
Among them, there are even seven or eight large pythons.
Wang Yuyan frowned slightly, and with a slight movement of her right hand, a long bamboo pole on the ground rose up out of thin air and fell into Wang Yuyan's hand.
"Photography from the air?" Many people were shocked.
Wang Yuyan glanced at the Beggar Clan, a strange curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, and began to use the dog-beating stick technique.
Her movements were fast and slow, light and heavy, and the bamboo pole seemed to come alive in her hands. All the snakes that came around were picked back to the Beggar Clan disciples.
"This is... the dog-beating stick method?" The elders of the West University of the Beggar Clan were all shocked.
"That's right, it's your Shaolin dog-beating stick technique." Wang Yuyan smiled lightly, and then sarcastically said, "You Beggar Clan expelled Qiao Feng, and now you don't even have an elder who knows the dog-beating stick technique, right?
Want to learn? I can teach you for free. "
"You bastard, how dare you insult our beggar gang?" An elder was furious and immediately shouted, "Put up a net."
"yes."
A group of Beggar Clan disciples on the east side responded in unison.
Then, the group of disciples stepped forward and surrounded Wang Yuyan three feet away.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Suddenly, fishing nets filled the sky.
Wang Yuyan's face changed slightly, and just as she was about to dodge, bursts of sound broke through the air, and long bamboo poles shot towards her.
At the same time, the sound of the iron flute became more urgent, and the snakes all attacked Wang Yuyan as if they were stimulated.
Wang Yuyan encountered a real crisis.
She understands the world's martial arts and is quite familiar with the Beggar Clan's dog-fighting formations...but she doesn't understand what the Beggar Clan's methods are.
After all, she didn't really walk in the world.
Everything I know is mostly learned from books...The reality is much more complicated.
Phew~.
There seemed to be a sound breaking through the air.
In the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be a moment of stillness between heaven and earth... countless fishing nets that were about to land stopped in the sky.
Li Xianyu appeared behind Wang Yuyan, clasping his hands together, and threads of true energy emitted from the palms of his hands, surging into the sky, turbulent and solid.
Everyone was shocked.
Even Wu Xingyun was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.
"How well this brat masters Qi..." Wu Xingyun looked at the nearly motionless fishing net in the sky and couldn't calm down.
Wang Yuyan froze and her face became extremely cold.
"Disperse."
Li Xianyu whispered, and all the fishing nets suspended in the sky were shattered.
"Li Xianyu." Shaolin Abbot Xuanci whispered, his expression dark and unclear.
"It seems that the monk who killed our Beggar Clan is one of you two." Quan Guanqing, who was standing behind the Beggar Clan, said coldly.
"I have seen him, he is Li Xianyu." A Beggar Clan disciple pointed at Li Xianyu and shouted.
"Li Xianyu?" At this moment, it was like a pot was exploding under the cliff.
Li Xianyu's expression remained as usual. He looked at Wang Yuyan in front of him, sighed softly, and walked forward slowly.
"If life is just like the first time we met, what's the point of being sad?"
Li Xianyu came behind Wang Yuyan and chanted a line. He did not think that this line of poetry would be inappropriate for the situation; he only felt that this line of poetry could not be more suitable to describe his mood at the moment.
Wang Yuyan's body trembled slightly, and her face became colder and colder.
"Li Xianyu, why are you pretending to be my Shaolin disciple?" A monk of the Xuan generation behind Xuan Ci asked coldly.
"Li, our Beggar Clan has no grievances against you, why do you want to harm my Beggar Clan disciples?" Elder Song glared and asked angrily.
After the initial shock, the other Beggar Clan disciples all came to their senses and glared at Li Xianyu.
All the monks of Tianlong Temple looked at each other, suddenly feeling that their position was a bit awkward.
