Chapter 29: No Discussion of Victory or Defeat

  Vote for me everyone~~~~

  Yang Yi took down the Moonfall Bow from his back and gently stroked its body.

  His mind was flashing back to the scene of him being forced by his grandfather to practice the Nine Linked Ring Fist when he was a kid. Those trivial things, now thinking about it, seemed like they happened just yesterday. Yang Yi's mouth gradually curled up into a faint smile.

  Whoosh

  In an instant, Yang Yi drew the Moonfall Bow, with a full moon-like draw, his fingers flying swiftly, and six long arrows shot out in an instant.

  "Bang bang bang"

  These six long arrows pierced the hard door panel, flew outside, and even shot half into the bluestone slab on the ground, showing off Yang Yiqi's terrifying power now.

  Yang Yi lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Old man, have you seen? Now I can already fire six shots in a row. The four consecutive shots that made you proud back then are nothing now..."

  This set of nine linked rings is the old man's only martial skill, and when combined with the Moonfall Bow, it truly has considerable power. Moreover, it's also very easy to cultivate, requiring only a grasp of immense strength.

  If Yang could condense six, seven or eight drops of essence blood, then the continuous growth of power would make it no problem to display the highest level of this martial skill, Nine Shots in a Row.

  "What a pity that the old man is no longer here, otherwise with so many elixirs and refined blood, the old man would have definitely been able to advance to the third level of Blood Condensation, or even higher!"

  In Yang Yi's heart, the most important person is naturally his old father who raised him, and this is irreplaceable by anyone.

  "Call"

  Yang Yi lightly exhaled a breath, his eyes instantly becoming resolute, holding his breath and concentrating, but his body trembled, unleashing the Nine Palaces Illusion.

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  In the room, four phantoms suddenly appeared out of thin air. The four silhouettes were identical and simultaneously shook their heads slightly before disappearing, leaving only Yang Yi's true self behind.

  "It's still not working, the further back I go, the more difficult it is for Jiu Gong Huan Ying to advance. The highest realm of Jiu Gong Huan Ying is to cast 99 illusions, no one can distinguish them, and its power is astonishing. However, now I can only cast 22 illusions!"

  Yang Yi slightly shook his head, the Nine Palaces Illusion was a Xian-grade martial skill, and every time he advanced, its power would be earth-shattering. However, for now, he could only cultivate 22 illusions, the next level being 33 illusions, and it was likely that he wouldn't be able to cultivate them until he reached the fifth layer of Blood Condensation.

  Yang Yi immediately stopped paying attention to the Nine Palaces Illusion, he stood up, his body slightly moved, and a burst of "crackling" sounds came from all over his body.

  He stayed in the house for three whole days, motionless, until he finally condensed the fifth drop of essence and got up.

  "This Huā Lóng City is the only city under Huā Lóng Palace, where dragons and snakes are mixed together, all sorts of masters are present, this is a very complex place, it's rare to come to such a place, also need to get familiar with it, and take a look at how the Huā Lóng Grand Tournament is held?"

  Yang made up his mind and pushed open the door, walking towards the main street.

  The streets were bustling with people coming and going, the crowds seeming to be even larger than in previous days. As the day of the Dragon Dance competition approached, more and more monks would arrive from all over.

  Most of the masters were traveling in groups, and it was not peaceful on this road. Yang Yi encountered several batches of robbers and killers along the way. If he had traveled alone, it would have been very dangerous.

  Of course, some people come alone, but most of them are either exceptionally skilled or have a strong backing; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to arrive here safely.

  There are also some big shots, these people are the young masters of those prefects, personally escorted by the prefects themselves. These prefects are mostly condensed blood fivefold or even sixfold existences. Such a grand gathering that occurs only once every hundred years, they don't want to miss it either. Some of the geniuses among them, even these high-ranking cultivators who have reached the fifth and sixth levels of condensed blood, dare not underestimate them.

  There are even more powerful beings, the young masters of the cave owners. These people all have fifth or sixth rank experts protecting them, so they naturally travel safely. On the streets, these people spend money like water, and whenever they see something extraordinary, they often buy it directly with tens of thousands of blood crystals, making ordinary loose cultivators envy them to no end.

  This is the gap, the gap that has been there since birth.

  Yang's eyes scanned the scene, and he also discovered many masters. Of course, these arrogant and domineering cave owners' sons were subdued when facing a team of guards wearing large red armor, and they became extremely respectful, just like mice seeing a cat, not daring to show off at all.

  At this moment, Yang Yi suddenly heard a movement beside him, and a master with five layers of condensed blood directly grabbed one of the old men who was selling some elixirs.

  The old man didn't move at all, letting this master of Congealed Blood Five Heavy Hands capture him.

  A young man with a gloomy face walked out from behind, took out dozens of elixirs in his hand, and coldly shouted: "Good, good, you actually deceived me, you have great courage! Do you know who I am? You're seeking death, are you looking for death!"

  This young man didn't know when he bought dozens of bottles of medicine, but when he took them back, he found that more than half of the medicine was fake. This man was also used to being arrogant and domineering in his daily life, so how could he tolerate this? He immediately went with the guards to find the old man who sold him the fake medicine.

  Those who can drive away the Five Great Blood Congealers are by no means ordinary people.

  The man suddenly flashed forward, and in an instant, he had rushed to the old man's side, stretching out his hand to give him a fierce slap.

  Crack

  The old man's arm was instantly broken, and he let out a mournful cry, trying to struggle with all his might. But how could he escape the grasp of a master of the fifth level of Blood Condensation?

  "You... you dare to make a move here? No matter who you are, you're dead for sure, you're dead for sure, haha!" The old man with the broken arm suddenly burst out laughing instead of getting angry, his face revealing a hint of mockery.

  The young man's face turned cold, and he shouted angrily: "You scoundrel, you really are a scoundrel! Do you know that my father is the master of the Xuanzhen Cave, and I am his tenth son? You dare to deceive me like this, it's as if Lao Shouxing has eaten arsenic and can't bear to live anymore!"

  The old man, however, did not feel terrified at all. Instead, he laughed louder and louder: "Haha, you're done for! Your father is the cave master, hasn't he told you what kind of place this is? Haha, you'll die without a burial ground, haha!"

  The young man's face sank, and he sneered coldly: "Good, good, let's see what tricks you have to kill me. Yu Bo, kill him!"

  The old man known as Yu Bei clenched his hands into claws and let out a sinister laugh before fiercely slapping downwards.

  But just as he was about to attack, a red figure suddenly darted in and blocked Yu Bo's attack with a swift punch. With an icy expression, the figure asked, "Who dares to make a move in Huálóng City?"

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  Four more figures clad in red armor emerged, their faces cold and intimidating. What was even more awe-inspiring was their cultivation level - each of them was a master at the fifth stage of Blood Condensation.

  "Who are you? My father is the Cave Master, and this old thief dares to deceive me! I want him dead!" The young man said proudly, not feeling any fear as he looked at these four formidable experts with five layers of condensed blood.

  The red armor didn't waste any words and coldly said: "Dare to make a move in Huálóng City, the law enforcement team will capture you on the spot!"

  The other four immediately flew over and tried to catch the young man.

  The young man's face turned slightly pale, and he shouted: "Yu Bo, save me! Who are you? How dare you capture this young master? When this young master's father, the Lord of the Mystic Cave, arrives, all of you will die without a place to bury your bodies!"

  Yu Bei shouted loudly beside him: "Put down the young master of my house!" Then, like a Jiaolong, he immediately displayed his martial arts skills to rescue the young man.

  The red armor at the forefront coldly spat out a few words from its mouth: "Resisting law enforcement, kill without exception!"

  Just a few short words, but they were icy and chilling. The people around them showed a hint of inexplicable terror in their eyes, and their bodies trembled slightly, clearly intimidated by these red-armored law enforcers.