C62 Ma Yuan Wu the Old Ancestor of the Ma Family
C62 Ma Yuan Wu the Old Ancestor of the Ma Family
Not long after, a faint fragrance of wood gradually filled the air. The fragrance lingered in the air, lingering in the air. It was like the wood of Ji River, but also like the fragrance of pine trees. Vaguely, there was even a hint of osmanthus in the air.
In the next moment. . .
An old man dressed in a green robe landed several dozen feet away from Yang Fann. He had white hair and a youthful face, and seemed to be no less than eighty years old. He looked to be less than sixty years old. He was thin, but the qi and blood in his body were as strong as tidal waves. The energy seemed to have substance, as if ten thousand horses were galloping, and his momentum was astonishing!
"Ninth Grade Huge Perfection! Looks like it's going to be a little troublesome this time!" Yang Fann's expression changed slightly. His state of mind was not any weaker than some Bone Forging Martial Master warriors. With just a glance, he had already seen through the cultivation base of the old man in front of him.
"Little thief, hand over the blood spirit grass and I will give you a complete corpse!" Emaciated Old Man looked down at Yang Fann from above, totally not putting him in his eyes.
"Old man, you've found the wrong person. I don't have the blood spirit grass!" Yang Fann said with a cold expression. Although the rogue cultivator in the martial arts world was not as powerful as the disciples of Sect, Emaciated Old Man's actual combat strength was not weak. It would be best if they didn't fight!
"Little thief, don't try to argue with me. I saw you take the blood spirit grass of the Ma family with my own eyes. Hand over the blood spirit grass now and break your own heart meridians. " Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he said in shock, "You're a disciple of the Seven Stars Sect?" Emaciated Old Man finally saw the silver Big Dipper symbol on Yang Fann's left chest.
"That's right!" Yang Fann admitted frankly.
"I don't think this little thief is more than twenty eight years old. This matter is a bit tricky. " A wisp of deep fear flashed across Emaciated Old Man's deep eyes when he heard this. He was unlike Zhung Xiaohui, who only knew a little about the Seven Stars Sect. He knew that even if outer sect disciple of the Seven Stars Sect could descend the mountain, he would only wander a few hundred miles around the Seven Stars Mountain Range. Those who could travel a thousand miles away from the Seven Stars Mountain Range were basically the best of outer sect disciple's group. Furthermore, the person in front of him was still so young. He might be a seed disciple of the Peak-pulse. If he really killed Yang Fann here, once he was exposed. . . However, the blood spirit grass was a very important matter. If word of this got out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Young hero, the Ma family has a great relationship with your Seven Stars Sect. As long as you hand over the blood spirit grass and make the martial arts Heart Oath, and don't tell anyone about the blood spirit grass, I will let you go. How about it?" The risk of killing a seed of the Peak-pulse was too great. Emaciated Old Man pondered for a moment, but he still suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
"Old mister, I really don't have the blood spirit grass that you mentioned. You must have misunderstood!" Yang Fann spread his hands and said shamelessly. A Nine Heavens Huge Perfection martial artist, and Old Ghost who was nearly a hundred years old. He had rich experience and was not easy to deal with. Furthermore, Yang Fann had just fought Tang Feiyu not long ago, and the inner force had yet to fully recover. It was best not to fight!
"Young man, you are highly regarded by the Sect, and you have a bright future ahead of you. Please don't take your life as a joke!" Emaciated Old Man's face darkened, and his killing intent could be faintly seen.
"You don't have to worry about this. I never joke around with you!"
"Young man, let me ask you one last time. Are you going to hand over this blood spirit grass or not?" Emaciated Old Man's expression was cold. He was on the verge of exploding.
"I will also say it one last time. I do not have the blood spirit grass!" Yang Fann's face was also cold, and he confronted him.
"Young man, I was kind enough to spare your life. If you don't appreciate my kindness, then don't blame me for being heartless! " Emaciated Old Man was so angry that he laughed instead. In an instant, a terrifying killing intent spread out from his body. His Qi rose exponentially, "Young man! Today, I will teach you a lesson. Before potential is converted into strength, That's useless. With your potential, you might even be able to fight those martial artist warriors from the level 8. But to me, you're still too young. Let me tell you, I'm not one of those ordinary rogue cultivator in the martial arts worlds. I have already reached the Nine Heavens Perfection Stage a few years ago. I only need one more chance to break through to the Condensation of Spirit Bones. Step into the Martial Master Stage! "
"I have been in the Danyang County for more than a decade, and I have killed countless people. However, I have never killed a genius of the Sect like you. Now, I am fortunate enough to do so. This is truly a great joy in my life! Killing you will not only allow me to take back the blood spirit grass of the Ma family, but also allow me to kill you! And a genius of the Sect like you who cultivates the martial skill. . . This is definitely not an ordinary skill. With a treasure like you. . . The Ma family of Hengyang will surely have a strong foundation. " Emaciated Old Man's Qi was rising steadily, and steam was rising above his head. It seemed like he was going to solidify into a solid form, "Remember. The one who killed you was the Old Ancestor of Ma family. If the King of Hell asks, don't say the wrong name!"
" Ma Yuanwu? " Yang Fann licked his red lips, and disdain flashed across his eyes. "Do you really think you can defeat me?" Although Yang Fann didn't want to fight, it didn't mean that he was afraid of Ma Yuanwu. Although this Ma Yuanwu's cultivation base was far above Tang Feiyu's, if he really wanted to fight with his life on the line, Ma Yuanwu might not be a match for Tang Feiyu. Tang Feiyu, who had condensed the Saber Qi. . . His combat strength was beyond the imagination of an ordinary Ninth-layer Martial Cultivator.
"You still want to kill me and steal my treasure? Good!" Yang Fann stretched his muscles and bones, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a burning desire, "As the old ancestor of your clan, you must be extremely rich with Nine Heavens Huge Perfection experts. Perhaps you are even more rich than Tang Feiyu. Let me see who is the real hunter between us!"
Yang Fann glanced at Ma Yuanwu as if he was hunting. Yang Fann didn't release any Qi, but a smile hung on the corner of his mouth as he took a step forward.
Of course, the inner force within his body, which was like a great river, was circulating within his body. It could erupt with his strongest combat strength at any time.
Yang Fann looked down on his enemies in terms of tactics, but he had to pay attention to his enemies in terms of strategy. Old Ghost, who was only a step away from breaking through to the Bone Forging stage, was not a small figure that could be easily dealt with!
Ma Yuanwu was stunned when he saw this situation. Something was not right with this situation. After Yang Fann found out that Ma Yuanwu was a Nine Heavens Huge Perfection expert, he didn't even tremble. He shouldn't be able to remain so calm. However, a cunning man like Ma Yuanwu who had lived for nearly a hundred years had experienced countless life and death experiences in his life. His determination far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. Of course, more importantly, he had absolute confidence in his strength. A outer sect disciple. A young man who was not even in his twenties. No matter what kind of monster he had, Being able to fight a martial artist from the level 8 was the limit. And in Ma Yuanwu's hands, let alone a martial artist from the level 8. . . No one knew how many Nine Heavens warriors he had killed.
In the next moment. . .
A cruel smile appeared on Ma Yuanwu's face, and he said coldly, "Young man, don't think that you can escape from me with some tricks. Let me tell you this, under absolute strength, any schemes and tricks are useless. Today, you will die for sure!"
"Life and Death Palm!"