In the probing of Shanghai Feng's spiritual awareness, Yang Chen only used one hand, and grabbed the head of Shen Da's staff. Shen Da's iron staff was heavy, Shanghai Feng was very clear, his own strength plus the strength of the Fifteen Ton Talisman, he was afraid that it was no less than three to five thousand jin, but Yang Chen actually stood in the same place and grabbed it, it was really amazing.
Now, Shanghai Feng no longer believed that Sun Haijing was defeated by Yang Chen because of his carelessness, just based on this strength, Sun Haijing used the Fifteen Ton Talisman at that time was a huge mistake. Even if he was not shocked by Yang Chen's murderous spirit, he was not his opponent. Unless he could use other means. It was just that, at that time, as long as he was hit by Yang Chen's fist, he would directly faint, where would he have other means?
Don't look at Sun Haijing, Shen Da, they were already at the third layer of the qi refining stage, even though the spiritual power could already regulate the body, but compared to Yang Chen's body that had been washed by the life essence of the immortals, there was still a big difference. The specific strength, even Yang Chen himself did not have a clear concept, but, these few Fifteen Ton Talismans plus an iron staff, Yang Chen would not care about it.
The iron staff in Yang Chen's hands, began to swing wildly. Yang Chen did not have any moves, just the simplest swing of the iron staff into a circle, around the body, buzzing.
The pervasive smoke, seemed to be stirred by this huge force, began to show signs of slowly dissipating. The other three servants were shocked. The maid who controlled the magic talisman hurriedly took out a silk belt, which was painted with a variety of patterns. It seemed that the maid cherished this silk belt very much, but the situation in front of her was not up to her, her hand pinched a seal, and the silk belt immediately flew up.
Silk, the silk belt, like a poisonous snake out of its hole, quickly wrapped around Yang Chen, and then the silk belt retracted to the middle, Yang Chen, together with the staff, were all tightened on the body by the silk belt, and then the silk belt seemed to be alive, brushing and circling a few times, wrapping Yang Chen in it.
Even Yang Chen couldn't help but secretly nod in his heart. The maid's brocade belt already had the prototype of a magic weapon, but the level of sacrificial refining was not enough, and the materials used were too low-level, which led to it being only able to entangle the enemy, and could not be fatal. At most, it played a role of restraint.
The other two servants saw that Yang Chen had been wrapped by the ribbon, and their hearts were overjoyed. One of their palms lit up, and suddenly a raging flame appeared in their palms, and they pressed down on Yang Chen's chest. The other did not know where to pull out a peach sword, the surface of the sword emitted a glittering light, stabbing towards Yang Chen's throat.
Even if Yang Chen was clearly trying to learn from each other, but after the appearance of Shangguan Feng, these servants did not care about Yang Chen's life and death, every move was aimed at the fatal parts.
Seeing that the flame palm and the peach sword were about to reach his body, Yang Chen suddenly shouted, his arms shouted, the silk belt wrapped around his body suddenly straightened, after a burst of crackling sound, with a bang, it broke into several pieces. Yang Chen's hands did not stop, the arm-thick iron rod was suddenly swung up, the target was the two servants who attacked him.
The maid holding the peach sword was shocked, seeing the iron rod was about to sweep her body, at the critical moment, she could not care about anything, instinctively holding the peach sword in her hand to block.
Peng! With a muffled sound, the peach wood sword was directly broken into several pieces. Looking at this scene, the maid's heart seemed to be broken, the whole person began to become sluggish, staring blankly at the sword hilt in her hand, standing motionless.
Yang Chen's iron rod suddenly stopped, pulled back, and the other end of the iron rod accurately hit the hand of the male servant who rushed behind him. The male servant's burning flame palm made a cracking sound, and in the blink of an eye, his wrist was bent into a strange angle.
At this moment, Yang Chen's face was still facing the maid in a daze, and he did not turn his head. At the same time the male servant screamed, Yang Chen's fist had already hit the maid's face.
With a heavy punch, Yang Chen did not show mercy because she was a woman. With a punch, the maid's body was also smashed high, turned a few circles in the air, fell to the ground far away, and was motionless.
The male servant behind him saw the tragic state of the maid, and hurriedly stopped screaming, but Yang Chen had already turned around. In great shock, the male servant subconsciously retreated quickly, and did not even notice that he had retreated directly to the foot of the wall.
The moment his back leaned against the wall, the male servant's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he had seen something shocking. His head suddenly tilted to the side, and the iron rod as thick as an arm heavily hit the place where the male servant's head had been. Bang, a head-sized hole was smashed in the wall, and rubble flew everywhere.
Yang Chen's figure followed closely behind the iron rod, and he suddenly turned around, leaning back, and his whole body was pressed against the male servant's body. Bang, a human-shaped hole suddenly dented in the sturdy stone wall of the abode, and the male servant was firmly embedded in it. The male servant did not make a sound, and he lost consciousness.
All this was clearly seen by the female servant who controlled the illusion talisman. She never would have thought that four cultivators at the third level of Qi Practitioner would lose so badly against a normal person who had never cultivated before. The three of them were dead or alive, and she was the only one left. She, who had never faced such a situation before, did not know what to do.
Yang Chen didn't care about her. He threw the iron rod in his hand at the maid. The maid was greatly shocked and hurriedly scurried forward. Fortunately, she managed to dodge in time. Just as her front foot left the ground, the iron rod behind her foot pierced deeply into the place where she had just been standing.
Yang Chen's figure had already flown over. The maid was so shocked that she could no longer care about anything else. She hurriedly used the flying technique she had just learned and soared into the air. She was only thinking of escaping.
She didn't expect that her soaring into the air would give Yang Chen the perfect opportunity. At this moment, Yang Chen and the maid were already standing on the top of the gatehouse with Feng, forming a direct line.
With a hook under his feet, the iron rod was hooked up. Yang Chen grabbed the head of the rod with one hand and spun his body a few times. Using the force of the rotation, he threw the iron rod out. It seemed that the target was the maid, but in fact, it was Feng.
The maid, who was in the air, did not rise very high. Suddenly, her feet were caught, and the powerful force made her lose her balance. From afar, it looked like Yang Chen had grabbed the maid's feet with one hand, swung it high, and then smashed it hard on the ground.
The iron rod in the air did not slow down at all, and directly flew towards Feng's face. Shangguan Feng's face changed several times.
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