"My attacks were all reflected back to me. I can't attack anyone else at all …"
Yang Qingxuan spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood. His face was full of shock and disbelief. However, he had no choice but to believe what he had seen.
The other eight people were also dumbfounded. They all stood on the street, not knowing what to do.
Yang Qingxuan suppressed his internal injuries and cupped his fists at the old man selling candied haws. "Old … old man, where is this place? What happened just now?"
He originally wanted to call the old man 'Lord', but the old man in front of him really didn't have the slightest ripple of origin power. He was just an ordinary person. He used his Fiery Eyes of Truth to check, and this was absolutely true. Therefore, he swallowed the 'Lord' that was at the tip of his tongue and changed it to 'old man'.
"I don't even know where this is. How did you guys get in?" The yellow-haired child said in a childish voice.
Yang Qingxuan pointed to the sky. The huge shadow of the wormhole was still looming in the sky.
Butcher Zhang looked up and said, "Only the Ethereal Star Palace can create such a huge wormhole that leads to this place. Are you all disciples of the Star Palace?"
Yang Wuxin said first, "I am a disciple of the Star Palace. We are the top ten champions of the Firmament Martial Arts Sparring Contest. We were sent here to rest."
"Firmament Martial Arts Sparring Contest?"
The surrounding people were puzzled.
The people in the nearby shops also poked their heads out when they heard the words "Firmament Martial Arts Sparring Contest". However, they only glanced at them and went back to their own business.
The old man selling candied haws mumbled, "Is there something wrong with the Human Emperor's head? Why did he put the resting area in Sky Street? Did he consider our feelings? "He was obviously very dissatisfied.
The others also began to grumble and complain.
Yang Wuxin was furious. "Sky Street was built by the first Human Emperor. It is in the same lineage as the Star Palace. Isn't it normal to use it as a resting area? Moreover, the Human Emperor is my father and the ruler of the Firmament Star Field. He can put it anywhere he wants! "
"F * ck, the ruler of the Firmament Star Field? Even if your father is the Human Emperor, you are not the Human Emperor. Why are you so arrogant? For the Human Emperor to have a son like you, it's obvious that he's not that great. "The candied haws seller snorted angrily, picked up the stick in his hand, and swung it at him.
Yang Wuxin sneered, and with a flip of his hand, he was about to send the old man flying.
He also saw clearly that this old man didn't have the slightest bit of True Essence fluctuation on his body. He was sure that this old man was a mortal.
However, just as Yang Wuxin's palm was about to hit the air, it flipped back onto his body with a bang, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"F * ck, what the hell is going on?!"
Yang Wuxin was going crazy.
However, the old man's stick fell straight down and hit him on the head with a "peng" sound. Then, he hit him a few more times with a "peng peng peng" sound.
Although it wasn't a heavy blow, given Yang Wuxin's status and temperament, it was like a slap to his face. How could he endure such humiliation? He roared and threw another punch.
However, this time, he was more cautious and didn't use much strength on his fist. As expected, with a "peng" sound, his fist returned to his body, and he was sent flying.
Yang Wuxin got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was uglier than a pig's liver. He roared, "What the hell is going on in this damned place?!"
No one answered him, and the others also wanted to know.
At this point, everyone knew that if they attacked someone in this Celestial Street, it would definitely bounce back and hit them.
Zhong Jie suddenly frowned and said, "If you attack someone else, it'll bounce back on you. What if you attack yourself?"
The candied haws seller said, "You're really a genius to have thought of this. You can try."
Zhong Jie flipped his hand and hit his chest. With a "peng" sound, his palm landed solidly on his chest, and he couldn't breathe properly. He coughed repeatedly.
"Haha." Zhong Jie's action immediately caused the residents to laugh.
Zhong Jie's expression was a little ugly.
No wonder the people from the Star Palace sent them here without worrying about them fighting each other. So this was what was going on in Celestial Street.
However, the nine people soon realized the problem. Why didn't the old man's attack bounce back on Yang Wuxin? Why did he hit him solidly?
Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists and said, "Sir, what's going on in Celestial Street? Please tell us. "
The candied haws seller sized up Yang Qingxuan and said, "You're not bad, kid. However, this old man has no interest in talking about it. I'm leaving."
As he spoke, he carried the stick with the candied hawthorn on it and walked away with a grunt.
"Sigh, there's nothing to see here. They're all ugly men. Let's go, let's go." The prostitute waved her handkerchief and walked away.
The ten people's faces darkened, and they all had the same thought. "Ugly woman, how dare you say I'm ugly? Blind old woman, retard, ugly people are always mischievous! "
At this time, Butcher Zhang's wife circled Lan Ningxu a few times and frowned deeply. She said, "You're … you're … no …"
Lan Ningxu smiled faintly and didn't say anything.
Butcher Zhang's face was full of anger. He grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her into the shop. He scolded, "You shameless woman, you're actually looking at a pretty boy!"
"I'm not looking at a pretty boy. Let go, let go!"
Butcher Zhang's wife resisted with all her might. The two pulled and wrestled, and their voices became quieter as they entered the shop.
The young man with the birdcage, the old woman selling chestnuts, and the others all left.
Soon, the street became deserted. There were only ten people left, as well as the yellow-haired child, who skipped away into the distance.
Yang Qingxuan hurried over and said, "Don't go, kid. Talk to uncle." He caught up and grabbed the toddler.
"I don't want to talk!" The yellow-haired toddler struggled with all his might.
Yang Qingxuan took out a few small objects and tempted, "Be good, kid. Talk to uncle and these toys are yours."
The yellow-haired toddler said, "I don't want to play with toys. I want to eat good food."
Yang Qingxuan said, "Good food? Candy? Uncle doesn't have any candy. "
The toddler pointed at him and said, "I don't want to eat candy. I want to eat Dao Pattern Pills. I smell Dao Pattern Pills on you, and they're perfect Dao Pattern Pills. I want to eat them."
As he said that, the toddler's saliva dripped down. His face was full of desire.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He said with a dark expression, "I can't give you those things. They're too precious. Uncle doesn't have many left."
The toddler snorted and turned to leave. He muttered, "You don't want to give me Dao Pattern Pills and you want to get information for free. Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
As he said that, he skipped and quickly disappeared into the street.
Yang Qingxuan: "…"
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