"Brother." Zhong Shi exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother Zhong." The young man frowned and then looked at Xiao Yi.

"How dare you, a third-level Poxuan, hurt someone in front of me?"

Xiao Yi's cultivation level has only recovered to around the third level of Po Xuan.

The young man's cultivation level is at the eighth level of Poxuan.

Whoosh, Xiao Yi disappeared on the spot again.

When he appeared again, he was in front of the young man.

With a flick of the leg, the young man was instantly blown away.

"Pfft, such strong physical strength, are you a Shura warrior?" The young man spat out a mouthful of bloody blood, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and asked in surprise.

Xiao Yi did not answer and was too lazy to answer.

Bang, Xiao Yi punched again.

The ground cracked instantly, raising dust all over the sky.

When the dust fell, a big hole appeared on the ground.

The young man's face was blooming, blood was flowing everywhere, he was in a coma and in a big pit, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Senior Brother Xu Nan." Several young people exclaimed.

Qiang. Qiang. Several young men immediately drew their swords and pointed at Xiao Yi.

"Boy, we are disciples of the Fengwu Sword Sect, do you dare to hurt us?" Several young people looked proud.

"What? Fengwu Sword Sect?" The pedestrians watching the excitement suddenly exclaimed.

"Boy, if you know someone, just..." Several young people wanted to say something.

Whoosh, Xiao Yi has disappeared on the spot.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Xiao Yi's figure turned into a phantom.

Several roars fell, and several young people instantly vomited blood and were knocked away.

"Are you even worthy of being a swordsman?" Xiao Yi said coldly and returned to Du Youyou.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Du Youyou shook his head and glared at the Fengwu Sword Sect disciples.

"Let's go." Xiao Yi said lightly, turned and left.

Du Youyou followed.
Chapter completed!