Chapter 592: Too Arrogant!

Perhaps because they really couldn't stand Fan Xian's arrogant behavior, the originally quiet street suddenly became turbulent again.

There was a loud rumbling sound from the wall of the alley in front, and the solid stone brick wall suddenly broke and collapsed. A tall and strong man over two meters tall, like a wall, walked out of it and looked at the two people on the top of the carriage with a fierce look in his eyes.

At this time, the roof of the carriage had been broken, and Fan Xian and Yamu stood on the narrow two sides of the carriage respectively.

Seeing the tall and strong man with bulging muscles, Fan Xian immediately reacted that it should be this person who threw the stone millstone just now.

"Wow, this physique, born with supernatural power!"

Fan Xian looked at the strong man in amazement.

In the world of Joy of Life, the grade of any warrior below the Grandmaster cannot fully represent the combat power.

It's like two warriors of the same grade. If one of them is just a normal body shape and the other looks like Hulk, the physical strength between the two is naturally very different.

Fan Xian recalled the performance of the sturdy man, and pondered his own strength, and then quickly made a judgment.

This sturdy man's realm is at least the eighth level, and with this strong body with natural divine power, even an ordinary ninth-level master may not be able to gain the upper hand in a head-on confrontation with him without weapons.

Wu Zhu had previously evaluated Fan Xian's strength, saying that he was the third-level momentum and the seventh-level strength.

Taken together, at most he can deal with an eighth-level master.

So... I confirmed from the look in his eyes that he is someone he can't beat!

Fan Xian made up his mind, jumped behind Yamu, pointed at the sturdy man and said arrogantly: "Brother Mu, beat him!"

Yamu: "..."

Teng Zijing: "..."

Too arrogant, too arrogant!

Teng Zijing couldn't help but cover his face with his palms, as if he was a little ashamed to see people.

Even he couldn't stand Fan Xian's arrogant appearance, let alone those assassins hiding in the dark.

In an instant, two black lights appeared on the left and right, like two black poisonous snakes, stabbing at Fan Xian's neck and temple respectively.

Sensing the sound of wind coming from his ears, Fan Xian was startled and leaned back immediately.

But the two sword lights turned like poisonous snakes and followed him like a shadow.

"Zheng——"

The sword body hummed, and the two black long swords just stopped in front of Fan Xian, who was full of horror.

Yamu held the intersection of the two black swords with one hand, and looked at Fan Xian, who was bending down, calmly.

"Are you still pretending?"

"... Hehe!"

Fan Xian smiled awkwardly, looking a little embarrassed.

Yamu's palm shook, and the two swordsmen holding the black swords were instantly hit hard. Their slender hands unconsciously loosened the hilts, and they fell heavily to both sides like two kites with broken strings.

"Bang!"

The two of them hit the walls on both sides of the alley and quickly stood up by holding the walls.

It was at this moment that Fan Xian discovered that the two assassins were actually women dressed in black.

Fan Xian immediately stood up and looked at the black sword in Yamu's hand and said seriously: "These two people are ruthless, and every move is aimed at taking my life. Moreover, the sword is painted with non-reflective black paint and smeared with a deadly poison. It is obvious that they are experienced professional assassins!"

"Do you need to tell me that?"

Yamu said unhappily: "And shouldn't you worry about me being hurt by the poison first?"

Fan Xian said with a smile: "I also use poison. The poison on this sword is indeed deadly for ordinary people, but in front of a master like you, Brother Mu, this poison is not very effective!"

"Makes sense."

Yamu nodded, then turned around, with his back to Fan Xian, looked at the strong man who was running towards the carriage and said: "These two female assassins are about the same strength as you, so you can practice with them!"

"...Huh?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly remembered that the two female assassins had been disarmed by Yamu.

So he changed the subject and said seriously: "Brother Mu is right, leave these two female assassins to me!"

...Too abominable!

Fan Xian really deserves to die!

The two pale female assassins glared at each other, their eyes almost spitting fire.

Judging from their appearance, even if the murderer behind the scenes died immediately, they would probably help kill for free.

Yamu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fan Xian, and after a little thought, he raised his hand and threw the two black swords in his hand, which were inserted into the hands of the two female assassins.

This time, not to mention Fan Xian and Teng Zijing, even the two pale female assassins couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Mu... Brother Mu, what are you doing?"

Fan Xian's face was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help but ask embarrassedly.

Yamu said without turning his head: "See that you are too arrogant, I will make it a little more difficult for you."

"...Ah?" Fan Xian widened his eyes.

At this moment, the strong man who roared like a beast had rushed to the front of the carriage.

The two horses pulling the carriage were frightened by the aura of the strong man and paced back and forth in panic.

Seeing this scene, the strong man who was running wildly showed a grim smile on his face.

The next second, the strong man slightly turned sideways, used his shoulder as the collision point, and hit hard.

"Bang--"

A deafening muffled sound exploded in the alley, shaking the sycamore trees next to it, and the leaves fell one after another.

The strong man who was running wildly flew high, widened his eyes in the air, and looked at the figure below who appeared at some point and was slowly retracting his feet at this moment with disbelief.

"Bang!"

The strong man drew a parabola and crashed hard into the ground in front of him.

Yamu raised his hand and stroked the horse's head, saying lightly: "Since it was to assassinate Fan Xian, why is the horse guilty?"

The strong man spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up from the ground with some difficulty, and looked at Yamu who was comforting the horse in front of him in disbelief.

"What did you do just now?"

"..." Yamu turned his head with some disappointment, "Still can't see clearly?"

The strong man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and seemed to not understand what Yamu was saying.

Yamu shook his head and said: "I have sealed almost all of my power, but you still can't see my movements clearly. It seems that there is nothing worth learning from you..."

Hearing Yamu's explanation, the strong man finally understood.

He immediately roared angrily, and then raised his feet and ran wildly, rushing towards Yamu again.

Yamu nodded slightly and said: "Your fighting spirit is good... Then I'll give you another chance!"

"Bang!"

The air exploded, and the strong wind spread, tearing the sycamore leaves floating in the air into pieces.

Yamu suppressed his own strength and fought with the angry man in front of him with ease.

After the journey to the Earth in the Dragon Ball world, Yamu no longer looked down on any existence weaker than him.

In his eyes, no matter how weak the world is, there must be something worth learning from.

Just like the [Kameha] he learned on Dragon Ball Earth, although it was just a move created by weak earthlings, it was a powerful skill that even he could use.

Because of this, Yamu did not kill these stronger assassins immediately, wanting to see if there was anything worth learning from them.

But unfortunately, the strong man in front of him seemed to be just a master of horizontal training who relied on strength. Although his punches and kicks were quite methodical, most of them were clapping and punching.

There are too many more exquisite moves in the [Scripture Pavilion] of the Transmigrator Alliance.

Yamu really looked down on this level of shallow martial arts.

"There is no value for reference..."

A trace of disappointment appeared in Yamu's eyes, and then he shook his head, raised his palm through the strong man's arm, and slapped him on the chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the strong man with his palm raised high froze in place.

Yamu walked past him carelessly, letting the strong man's body fall to the ground behind him.

The dust splashed, and was easily blocked by the Qi wrapped around Yamu's body.

Yamu raised his eyes and looked at the end of the alley with a calm expression.

There was a vague figure wearing a bamboo hat, looking at this place with a shocked face.

When playing with the strong man before, Yamu noticed that a flexible gust of wind was always surrounding his body, hindering his actions.

There is no reason, this should be the magic in the novel world of Joy of Life!

That's right, in the novel, in addition to those warriors who practice true Qi, there are also some magicians who are regarded as unorthodox.

Most of the spells they used were useless. Although they could be used to play tricks among the common people, they were not worth mentioning in front of warriors.

For example, the man in the bamboo hat at the end of the alley, he should be using wind magic...

"At this level, is it worthy of being called a spell?"

Ya Mu shook his head, and was very disapproving of the wind magic of the man in the bamboo hat.

They were also wind-related spells. Which of the spells and magical powers from the mythological world and the world of cultivation in the [Scripture Pavilion] could not set off a hurricane and change the color of the sky and the earth?

In comparison, this guy's wind magic could only control the airflow at most.

If it weren't for Ya Mu's keen perception, he might not have been able to detect the interference of the wind magic.

"Conclusion, it's worthless."

Ya Mu raised his right arm calmly, and pointed his index finger at the figure.

In an instant, a rich blue light bloomed at his fingertips, condensing into a bean-sized light spot.

Seeing this scene, the figure wearing a bamboo hat was startled, turned around and ran away, releasing wind magic to act on himself, making his body float more lightly and fly forward quickly.

"Swoosh--"

The blue light broke through the air and instantly pierced the heart of the man in the bamboo hat.

"Plop!"

The flying figure fell to the ground and lay on the ground at the end of the alley in the ugliest posture.

Yamu turned around calmly and looked at Fan Xian and the two female assassins who were fighting fiercely behind the carriage.

At this time, the three were fighting fiercely at the base of the wall.

Fan Xian held a short knife and first blocked the black sword stabbing at his face, then turned around, twisted his toes on the ground, bent his knees slightly, and let another black sword pass by his left chest and pierce the wall.

It was so thrilling and dangerous several times.

Teng Zijing was terrified and finally couldn't help but step forward to help.

"Don't worry." Yamu put his hand on Teng Zijing's shoulder and said softly, "Once may be an accident, twice may be a coincidence, but more than three times, that is an obvious gap in strength..."