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Zhang Yan was not afraid of Lin Feng at all, the difference in cultivation level between him and Lin Feng was not too far off, and Lin Feng was also a tough and fierce person, but in terms of strength, Zhang Yan had never feared anyone before. Especially since he had started cultivating the Asura Transformation, Zhang Yan felt that his physique was growing stronger with each passing day.

Zhang Yan's legs stepped on the ground forcefully, the strength of his legs pulling at his waist, followed by his entire body's strength and Spirit Energy s concentrating on his right hand, he saw Lin Feng's fist and threw it towards him. Seeing that Zhang Yan still dared to go head to head against him, Lin Feng couldn't help but snort coldly, "In the end, you're still young. Who amongst the outer sect disciples doesn't know how strong your own strength is? This brat actually dares to overestimate himself. He's simply courting death. "

Lin Feng gritted his teeth as he endured the pain from losing his arm. He looked at Zhang Yan with incomparable hatred, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Seeing that Lin Feng was rushing towards his chest where his vitals were, Zhang Yan was completely enraged. He had to teach this Lin Feng a lesson this time, although he was angry, Zhang Yan was even calmer, and when the dagger was about to stab him, Zhang Yan exerted some force on his legs, and in a moment, jumped to the side to dodge Lin Feng's dagger.

Lin Feng's attack did not hit, he immediately turned and thrusted at Zhang Yan again, but this time, he still aimed at Zhang Yan's chest, but how could Zhang Yan do as he wished? Zhang Yan quickly bent his waist, and dodged Lin Feng's attack, following that, he quickly extended his right hand and grabbed the left hand that Lin Feng was about to take back.

Zhang Yan shouted, "Die!"

Zhang Yan's left hand clenched into a fist, and all of the Spirit Energy in his body gathered onto this fist, and punched towards Lin Feng's face. Lin Feng was unable to dodge, and firmly received this punch with his face.

The disciples of Qing Gang immediately ran over to see how Lin Feng was doing. In the end, they discovered that Lin Feng's face was covered in blood, and the bridge of his nose was completely broken by Zhang Yan's punch. Blood was flowing out from his nose and mouth, and there were two teeth in the blood flowing out of his mouth.

Seeing that, Ma Yong pointed at Zhang Yan and threatened: Zhang Yan, you are crippled, you actually dared to hit our Qing Gang, our Qing Gang will not let you off, brothers, let's go together and avenge our Vice Gang Leader.

After Ma Yong shouted, he realized that no one had responded to him, they looked around and realized that all of the disciples from the Qing Gang were standing there watching, and no one dared to go up first, Ma Yong continued to shout: "Brothers, do not be afraid, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a single person, the so called 'Two fists is no match for four hands', with so many of us together, how can we be afraid of him?"

"Together, we will take revenge for the Vice Gang Leader," a person at the side chimed in.

Zhang Yan coldly swept his eyes over the crowd and laughed coldly: "With just you trash? Whoever is not afraid of death, just come up and see how many of you I can cripple. "

Zhang Yan's words instantly stunned everyone in the Qing Gang. All of the disciples in the Qing Gang looked at each other, and no one dared to stand out as a leader.

Although Ma Yong was shouting the most, in reality, he was afraid that Zhang Yan was looking for revenge, and did not wish for Zhang Yan to die quickly. That was why he had called for everyone to come together, wanting to use Qing Gang's power to cripple Zhang Yan.

At this time, a blue-robed young man walked out from the crowd, and said while walking: "Who dares to hit my Qing Gang s in my territory?"

Seeing him, all the disciples of Qing Gang were overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "We greet sect master!"

Amongst the spectators, the person who was optimistic about Long Tian Yu previously, upon seeing this, could not help but frown and mutter to himself: "I never thought that Qing Gang's Sect Master, Long Yu, would actually appear. This Long Yu is one of the three strongest outer sect disciples. But wasn't Long Yu always in closed-door training, preparing to break through the sixth level of Innate Stage? How did he get out of seclusion so quickly? From the looks of it, he didn't seem to have broken through. "

Long Yu frowned and pointed at the crowd, cursing: "You bunch of trash, against a new outer disciple, you all actually want to attack together? Don't you all think it's embarrassing?"

Ma Yong immediately ran over and said: "Sect Leader, it's not that we want to attack together, it's just that this brat is too strong, even our Vice Gang Leader is severely injured by his attack," As he said that, he pointed to the disfigured Lin Feng who was being supported and was barely able to stand up.

Long Yu looked at Lin Feng's situation, shook his head and said: "You really disappoint me, I have so much trust in you, I never expected you to not even be able to take care of a new disciple." Lin Feng did not dare to refute what Long Yu had said, and could only stare at him with hatred.

Long Yu continued to smile as he looked at Zhang Yan, not showing any anger in the slightest. He said indifferently, "To be able to beat Lin Feng to such a state, it seems like you have a certain level of strength. However, you brat actually dared to hit the Vice Gang Leader in front of everyone. You are clearly not giving my Qing Gang face, not giving my Long Yu any face. If you don't give face to me, Long Yu, you won't have a good ending even if you try again. No one will be able to save you today. "

Long Yu's words were overbearing, upon saying that, the people of Qing Gang started to cheer, but Zhang Yan acted as if nothing had happened and asked: Why do I need to be saved? Do you think I would be afraid of you just because they are afraid of you? You're just the leader of a mob. Do you really think you're a big shot? "

After Long Yu heard this, he laughed out loud, "You have guts, in all these years, you are the first person to dare to speak to me like this, are you willing to be my subordinate and join our Qing Gang? If you are willing, then forget about today's matter, and I even let you be Qing Gang. If I become an inner disciple in the future, then this outer sect's Qing Gang will be yours. "

If Zhang Yan were to become the Vice Gang Leader, then there would definitely be no good days for him in the future. Everyone present stared at Zhang Yan closely, wanting to see if he would agree to join the Qing Gang, after all, he was one of the biggest disciples of the outer sect, with over a thousand disciples of his sect. And now, as long as Zhang Yan nodded, he could effortlessly become the Vice Gang Leader, no matter who it was, he would agree to it without any hesitation.

However, Zhang Yan exceeded everyone's expectations, and without even thinking, he shook his head and said: "I have never liked being a dog for others, furthermore, your Qing Gang is just a group of shameless people who bully the weak and fear the strong. Let alone the Vice Gang Leader, even if you wanted me to be the Sect Master, I would not agree to it.

When Long Yu heard this, his originally laughing face instantly turned cold. With an ice-cold expression, he looked at Zhang Yan and said: "You're refusing a toast only to eat a forfeit?"

"The penalty wine is good, I like to drink penalty wine as a person," Zhang Yan looked up and said disdainfully.

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Long Yu coldly snorted and said, "Then today, I will make you know the price of provoking our Qing Gang, and let you have a taste of my forfeit," as he said that, he emanated a powerful aura.