On the bank of Yunwu Lake, many people were cursing.

Everyone sympathizes with the weak, what's more, the one who is now facing the pressure of the five great masters alone is a woman with no strength.

Faced with the verbal and written criticism from everyone, even though he has been through many hardships and has seen many hardships, he can't help but feel a little uneasy.

The old face is turning blue and yellow, which is very ugly.

"Bastard thing!"

"Who are you?"

"How dare you talk nonsense, confuse right and wrong, and tarnish our reputation?"

In anger, Ke Zhe turned around and yelled at the woman in the red dress not far away.

"Truman, Meng Wanyu."

Faced with no questioning, Meng Wanyu did not hide anything and directly reported her name and identity.

In fact, from Meng Wanyu's point of view, she had nothing to hide.

Don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.

Although Yanxia Martial Arts is somewhat hostile to Trumen, the two forces have been peacefully coexisting for many years.

What's more, she, Meng Wanyu, didn't do anything excessive when she came to the hot summer.

Even if Qiu Mucheng was taken as a hostage, she would not be harmed.

Therefore, Meng Wanyu does not feel the need to conceal her identity.

"Truman?"

"So, you are the Truman witch who caused unrest in Jiangdong?"

"I didn't go to get you, but you came out on your own."

"Okay, then come with us."

Knowing that Meng Wanyu was the one from the Truman family who had caused trouble to Jiangdong recently, Ke Zhe sneered, but was also ready to take Meng Wanyu away with him.

Meng Wanyu frowned immediately after hearing this: "Your Excellency is really overbearing."

"In one sentence, I want to take Miss Qiu away without saying anything. Now, are you still planning to capture me?"

"There is no distinction between right and wrong, right and wrong, the strong bullies the weak, the more bullies the less, life and death are all based on personal preferences."

"Could it be that the strong masters of Yanxia all have this kind of virtue?"

Meng Wanyu asked sarcastically.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I don't need a reason to capture you, a witch from Truman."

"Die to me~"

Ke Zhe seemed to be completely angered by Meng Wanyu's tricky words.

After shouting loudly, he stepped on the ground and his whole body shot out like an arrow from a string.

Then, he clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it down on Meng Wanyu's chest.

The power is so strong that it can only have the strength of a thousand people.

It was a powerful and heavy blow, and everyone had almost no doubt that if it had landed on Meng Wanyu, she would have been seriously injured even if she was not dead.

"Miss Meng, be careful~"

When Qiu Mucheng saw this, she was immediately startled and shouted worriedly.

Meng Wanyu showed no fear, and looked at the increasingly approaching punch. She chuckled lightly, and then lightly struck out with a palm.

The graceful movement of the palm is just like picking through flowers and picking leaves.

There is a kind of elegance and refinement in everything he does.

However, compared to its elegance, what shocked everyone was Meng Wanyu's counterattack. There was no unnecessary movement at all, and every bit of force was controlled just right.

Steadyly, it enveloped Ke Zhe's fist strength.

"What a beautiful blow!"

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

"This elegance alone is probably unparalleled in the world, right?"

On the bank of Yunwu Lake, many martial arts practitioners spoke with emotion, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The master who was not equal to Ke Zhe walked with him, but he laughed disdainfully: "There is gold and jade on the outside, but nothing but ruins on the inside."

"Martial arts practice emphasizes returning to nature."

"Only the most common attacks can unleash the most powerful power."

"Today's young people only know how to pursue magnificence and attention, so as to attract attention and attract attention. However, they have lost themselves and their original intention of martial arts."

"A flashy attack like this is destined to be short-lived."

"Under Mr. Ke's hand, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive even half a second."

Yan Buping's eyes were distant and he stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

The faint words, with a hint of preaching, sounded slowly.

Several old men beside him nodded in agreement.

"As expected of Mr. Yan, he has a sharp gaze."

"At one glance, you can see the reality of that witch."

"With a few words, the whip penetrated deeply and pointed out the location of the demon girl's life gate."

"If we want to catch up with Yan Lao in martial arts, I'm afraid we will have no hope in this life."

The other masters laughed and their words were filled with compliments.

Yan Buping seemed to take advantage of these compliments.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the pride on his old face was extremely clear.

"When practicing martial arts, don't think about catching up with or surpassing someone all day long."

"After all, people have different talents. Some people may be the only ones you can compare to in your lifetime."

"So, as long as you can surpass yourself every day."

"I often say these words to Ke Laoyan," Yan Buping replied calmly.

"That's it. No wonder Mr. Ke's strength has improved rapidly in the past few years. It turns out that he got the guidance from Mr. Yan. We have also been taught~" The other masters and elders clasped their fists to show respect.

"Okay, we'll talk about cultivation later when we have time. Now, let's see how Mr. Ke tortures that Truman witch." Yan Buping stroked his beard and said calmly.

There is a hint of pretentiousness in his words and deeds.

Bang~

At this time, Ke Zhe's heavy punch and Meng Wanyu's palm skills finally met.

There was only a dull roar, like thunder exploding.

Ke Zhe, who was still confident of winning, suddenly turned red in the face and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Then the whole person was shot away by Meng Wanyu like a cannonball.

"What?"

"How...how is this possible?"

Seeing such a scene, Yan Buping, who had been calm and calm just now, almost burst his eyes.

The old man's face was ashen, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

The other masters were immediately shocked.

"Yan Lao, what's going on?"

"Didn't you say that Mr. Ke could torture and kill that Truman witch?"

"What's going on? Defeated in seconds?"

This question is unfair and very embarrassing.

"It must be that Ke Zhe was careless."

"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength."

"You should also take this as a lesson." Yan Buping replied pretending to be calm.

"Witch, you dare to hurt me?"

"Come again!"

At this time, Ke Zhe had crawled out from the ground, spat out the blood in his mouth, and charged forward again brandishing his iron fist.
To be continued...