Xu Zhan sneered, "As long as I can defeat my opponent, I can use any means. If I'm despicable, I'll smear poison on my silver needles."
While the two of them were fighting, more warriors arrived. Many of them stood to the side and watched the two of them fight.
"Stop!"
Yang Tian was about to step forward when suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky. Then, with a whoosh, a huge red-feathered eagle descended from the sky and landed on the ground.
Yang Tian had seen this red-feathered eagle before.
This eagle was also very powerful. It pecked the Winged Serpent's eyes blind.
A person jumped down from the back of this red-feathered eagle.
This person was Steward Wu.
After Steward Wu landed, he said to Yang Tian, "Yang Tian, Master asked me to take you back."
Yang Tian naturally recognized Steward Wu. Hearing Steward Wu's words, Yang Tian finally heaved a sigh of relief. After being chased for so long, he could finally go back.
He knew that since Grandpa Qin asked him to go back, he must have a way to deal with Du Xiongwu of Shenwei Martial Arts Hall.
Yang Tian didn't hesitate and said with a smile, "That's great!"
Yang Tian knew that as long as he flew into the sky, these warriors wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
"No!"
As soon as Yang Tian's voice fell, Xu Zhan said coldly, "If you don't hand over this Winged Serpent's beast core, don't even think about leaving.
Hehe!
Even if I agree, I don't think they will agree.
This Winged Serpent is a Level Eight Exotic Beast. Where's the Level Eight beast core? "
Yang Tian had already given the beast core to the Little Blue Dragon to eat. Not to mention a Level Eight beast core, he couldn't even take out a Level One beast core now.
However, Yang Tian didn't explain. He glanced at the warriors and sneered, "If you want the beast core, let's see if you have the ability!"
"Yang Tian, as long as you hand over the beast cores, you can leave this place safely. As for the Martial Artist Warrant, it's only two billion Martial Coins. We don't care about it at all," a tall middle-aged man walked over and said with a smile.
After the man finished speaking, he said, "I am Wei Changkong, a Level Six martial artist from Yangwei Martial Arts School."
Yangwei Martial Arts School was one of the top three martial arts schools in Tianxiong City. It was no weaker than Tianwei Martial Arts School.
After the man finished speaking, Yang Tian said disdainfully, "You're really good at calculating. My head is worth two billion Martial Coins, and a Rank Eight Beast Core is worth a hundred billion.
If I bring it back and sell it, I can issue an Underworld Arrest Order to Dojo Master Du. I believe that some Level 7 or 8 martial artists will be interested in a hundred billion Martial Coins. "
After Yang Tian finished speaking, some of the martial artists laughed.
Wei Zhangkong turned a deaf ear to the surrounding cultivators' laughter as he looked at Yang Tian and said coldly, "Since you want to seek your own death, I can only fulfill your wish."
Other than Xu Zhan and Wei Zhangkong, some other high-level martial artists also walked over.
A Rank Eight Beast Core was extremely rare. It was a huge temptation for martial artists.
Very few people could resist it.
Of course, Yang Tian did not have a Rank Eight Beast Core. He did not explain because even if he said that he did not have one, no one would believe him.
Instead of wasting his breath to explain, he might as well admit it.
As more and more martial artists arrived, Yang Tian looked at Steward Wu and said, "Uncle Wu, it seems that I can't leave!
Please go back and tell Grandpa Qin that I will walk back on my own. "
When Steward Wu heard Yang Tian's words, he sighed helplessly and said, "Your temper is as stubborn as Master's. However, I promised Master that I will bring you back safely."
"Hiss ~"
Steward Wu shook his hand and a silvery-white filament appeared in his hand.
When Yang Tian saw the silvery-white metal filament in Steward Wu's hand, he knew that Steward Wu was also an expert in using strange weapons.
Steward Wu was a Rank Six martial artist. Together with the Red-feathered Eagle, he could deal with at least two Rank Six martial artists. Although Yang Tian did not swallow a Rank Six Beast Core, his strength was comparable to a Rank Six martial artist.
On the other hand, the other party only had two Rank Six martial artists, Xu Zhan and Wei Zhangkong. It seemed that they would win in a two-on-three situation.
However, at this time, three more people walked over.
One of them had long silvery-white hair and carried a silvery-white broadsword on his shoulder. The other person was a woman in red who was about thirty years old. Her weapon was a pair of thorns. There was also a strong, bare-chested man who held a silvery-white spear in his hand.
"Bai Kai, Zhu Hongyu, and Zheng Dalong of Shenwei Martial Arts Hall. All three of them are Rank Six martial artists."
Steward Wu said indifferently when he saw the three of them.
The three of them walked over. The white-haired Bai Kai smiled and said, "We are here on the orders of the Hall Master to take Yang Tian's life. As for the Rank Eight Beast Core on him, it's best that you don't have any ideas about it. Disperse!"
As Bai Kai spoke, he stabbed the broadsword into the ground, making a 'poof' sound.
Zhu Hongyu and Zheng Dalong, who were behind Bai Kai, looked at Yang Tian coldly and did not speak.
Now, it was equivalent to three against five.
Yang Tian raised his broadsword and wiped off the Winged Serpent's blood on it with his sleeve. He said indifferently, "Are you all coming together or one by one?"
After Yang Tian finished speaking, Bai Kai burst out laughing and said, "Let's fight together. Are you worthy?"
Yang Tian smiled and said, "That's good!
Let's do it one by one! "
Bai Kai turned his head and said to the woman in red, "Hongyu, this kid is your prey."
Zhu Hongyu nodded and walked towards Yang Tian while holding her twin thorns.
In a battle between martial artists, as long as it was in full view of the crowd, it would be embarrassing to bully the opponent with numbers. Otherwise, even if one won, they would be ridiculed by others.
Of course, in a situation where there was no one else, it was a different situation …
And at this time, it was under the watchful eyes of the crowd. As time passed, more and more martial artists rushed here.
Most of the martial artists were staring at the gigantic Winged Serpent's corpse with shining eyes. Only high-level martial artists would be interested in Yang Tian and the beast cores on Yang Tian's body.
This was because most of the low-level martial artists understood that with their current strength, they simply did not have the qualifications to get involved.
In a short few months, Yang Tian had already grown into a high-level martial artist that no one dared to underestimate!
This was the first time in the history of martial artists!
It was the first time that an 18-year-old youth had become a high-level martial artist in a short few months.
Even if Yang Tian died in battle this time, his name would still be passed down.
Zhu Hongyu slowly walked towards Yang Tian. Her pace was extremely slow, but when she was about ten meters away from Yang Tian, she suddenly moved.
Zhu Hongyu's figure was like a rapidly flowing flame, burning towards Yang Tian.
Yang Tian pulled the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked coldly at Zhu Hongyu.
"Si si si … Clang clang clang …"
Yang Tian suddenly moved. The moment he attacked, he unleashed a torrential barrage of attacks. He had raised his attack speed to the maximum.
As for Zhu Hongyu, she gritted her teeth and resisted with all her might, retreating step by step.
From Zhu Hongyu's point of view, Yang Tian's attack could not be sustained for long. When Yang Tian was exhausted, it would be time to counterattack.
"Clang!"
The most violent collision sounded. Zhu Hongyu was forced back by Yang Tian's slash.
As for Yang Tian, he took this opportunity to rush towards Zhu Hongyu. Suddenly, he made a turn and rushed towards the entrance of the valley.