A Return to the Old Hometown on the Tenth Day

  At the sound of the command, the disciples who had been surrounding them finally took action, using the fist and footwork that Tang Yan had learned before to kill their way towards Tang Yan. The seventh senior brother who was once the gatekeeper's son! In the eyes of the fighting master, he was just a clown jumping around, and for this emotionless boxing school, Tang Yan did not intend to show any mercy.

  Carrying the snow, Tang Yan's body was very agile, but his hands were as agile as a spirit snake. The kung fu in the boxing door, in two years, Tang Yan had calculated it with compound mathematics. Boxing road, strength degree, Tang Yan knew more clearly than anyone else, and he also figured out a way to break the boxing door. As long as the speed was faster than the opponent's, he could break through the opponent's attack. Could a fighter's speed be faster than a master's?

  No, the highest strength of these disciples was only five or six star fighters. In Tang Yan's eyes, they were like turtles crawling, facing their four-way fists. Tang Yan reacted in the same way, his double arms were like two spiritual snakes coming out of a cave, his index and middle fingers transformed into two fingers that resembled the mouth of an immortal crane, constantly pecking at the joints of his opponent's wrist. Then, he withdrew his two fingers, transforming them into fists that struck his opponent's chest, and with five fingers open, they transformed into palm prints on his opponent's body. The speed was extremely fast, one move, two styles, fist and palm strikes hit the opponent, sending him flying and knocking down several disciples.

  "Ah!" A cry of pain.

  More than a dozen disciples who attacked Tang Yan were knocked to the ground, vomiting blood. Each of them had their hands dangling down, palms numb, joints dislocated, and pale with fear as they stared at Seventh Brother. No one expected him to be so ruthless, seemingly crippling his opponents' hands, and even if they recovered from their injuries, their hand movements would be greatly impaired.

  "I don't want to die, get out of here, don't force me!" Tang Yan's right hand slowly placed itself on the hilt of his Bixue sword behind his back, as if ready to draw it at any moment.

  "Damn it, this kid must have learned from another school!" Eldest Brother shouted, seeing that Tang Yan's attack was not a technique from their own Fist School.

  "Hmph, a group of idiots! Others think your Fist Gate's 38 Routes are impressive, but to me, they're just some childish finger techniques, full of openings!" Tang Yan coldly hummed and scolded.

  One year ago, Tian Xiong gave up on Tang Yan, but Tang Yan did not give up on himself. For his junior sister Zi Lan, he practiced every day, studying the 38 routes of Fist Gate, and calculating its power, position, etc. with formulas. He planned to win the position of leader with the weakest strength, and take the beautiful Zi Lan as his own. Who would have thought that today, on Tian Xiong's seventh memorial day, he would make his move? Unfortunately, Tian Xiong could no longer see it, or else he would definitely have praised Tang Yan as a martial arts genius.

  Tsinghua University can also be tested, just a few mathematical methods, how difficult is it to get someone else's power? Today, he has reason in the hundred mouths, and it's hard to distinguish between male and female. Moreover, his junior sister told him to roll away, so he left, anyway, although his strength was not bad, if six senior brothers came together, Tang Yan alone would be no match for six enemies of equal power.

  "You, you stop right there!" Zilan heard Tang Yan's words and pointed at him in anger.

  "Zi Lan, I didn't mean it that way, little sister. I'm leaving now!" Tang Yan said, knowing he had misspoken.

  "You rebellious disciple, I'll take revenge for my father today!" Pale and haggard, Zilan swung her fist at Tang Yan.

  Thirty-eight Road Fist, because Zilan is a woman, it's not very suitable for her to practice fist and footwork, but over the years she has followed various senior brothers and learned a few roads of fist. The speed is not fast, the power is not great, but her powder fist hits Tang Yan's chest mouth accurately without deviation, striking out several punches in a row, heavily hitting Tang Yan's body.

  "Ugh!" Tang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with confusion as he stared at the person in front of him, muttering bitterly.

  "Little sister! I'm leaving."

  Zi Lan's strength wasn't very strong, but facing this little sister, Tang Yan couldn't counterattack and didn't want to use his internal energy to defend himself, fearing that he would shock her. In the end, Tang Yan still got hit by her powder fist, carrying a two-ton heavy Snow Blower on his back, how could a mere five-star fighter like him possibly move it?

  Facing Tang Yan's words, Zilan didn't know what to say anymore, her hands felt numb and tingling, watching this once smallest and weakest little brother cover his chest and step back towards the rear mountain, her heart was filled with emotions. The disciples who blocked his way, one by one, gave way to Tang Yan, perhaps they didn't want to end up like their fellow disciple who had just been crippled.

  "Why? Why didn't he fight back? Why does it hurt so much in my heart?" Zilan thought, looking at Tang Yan who was about to leave.

  Just then a loud and clear voice shouted in her ear: "Little sister, kill him, don't let him leave!"

  This voice wasn't someone else, but rather Third Master Lu Yu. Looking at Tang Yan's severely injured body, he didn't want to let this opportunity slip away now. Who knows if letting him go would make things worse for him in the future?

  Everyone saw that Tang Yan had deep feelings for Purple Orchid, especially towards Second Brother Lu Bei's possessive attitude towards Purple Orchid. He didn't want to let Tang Yan take his woman away in the future. Immediately cooperating with Lu Yu's words, he shouted at Sixth Brother: "Old Six, he is now seriously injured, go and finish him off, can't let him escape!"

  "Yes, Second Brother!" He was always honest and didn't have many thoughts, Old Six, but his strength was very strong, currently already at the Three-Star Dou Shi level.

  After finishing, he made the thirty-eighth route of boxing, the thirty-first style: Boxing asked the world towards Tang Yan, and dozens of fist shadows covered Tang Yan's back. The sound of fists, the sound of wind, lifted up the withered leaves around, sweeping towards Tang Yan.

  "Roll!" Tang Yan shouted loudly, his entire body suddenly spinning around, both hands quickly grasping the hilt of the Blowing Snow Sword behind him, his arms bulging with veins as he drew out the sword and slashed at one of the thirty-one fist shadows behind him. A white light flashed by, and fresh blood exploded into the air.

  Plop, plop! Two corpses fell to the ground. The Sixth Master, who had once been carefree and had exchanged a few words with Tang Yan, was split in half by Tang Yan's Snow Piercer and lay dead in a pool of blood.

  After the white light flashed, a 20-meter-long and 3-meter-deep sword groove was left on the stone steps. The cold light flashing in Tang Yan's hand, the blood-free dripping, under Tang Yan's power, dragged it step by step towards the back mountain. The blown snow left deep gaps on the ground where it was dragged, and the bricks and stones were all broken.

  It wasn't that Tang Yan wanted to destroy the stone stairs, but he simply didn't have the strength to put his sword back in its scabbard, so he could only drag it step by step towards the back mountain, where there was still something most precious to Tang Yan.

  "Old man, can you withdraw the Blowing Snow?" Tang Yan said to the old man in the Dragon Ring with his spiritual power.

  "Kid, don't you think this is quite impressive? They don't dare to take another step closer to you. But on the other hand, why do you have to be like this? She's just a woman, right? Once you become the Fighting Emperor, those princesses will still crawl into your bed at the crook of your finger!" he said.

  Tang Yan's affairs, he saw very clearly, especially in front of this little Shifu, fortunately, Zilan did not attack him with malicious intent, nor did she use her weapon. Otherwise, it's possible that Tang Yan really stood there and let her stab a few knives, thinking about this, the old man said: "Alas, I really don't understand what makes her worthy of your liking as the future Dou Emperor."

  Tang Yan didn't respond to him, he also knew that this old ghost wouldn't take back his words about blowing snow. It was good, one move would kill a Dou Shi, and from then on no one would dare to fight in the front lines again. Only little Shifu looked at Tang Yan's figure slowly disappearing before her eyes, her eyes filled with tears. She knew that if things hadn't happened this way, she would have become Seventh Shixiong's wife in the future. But now, their sect was experiencing a series of tragic events.

  Only Fourth Brother slowly walked to Zilan's side, his hands gently patting her powdered shoulders. Not hitting would be fine, but with this hit, Zilan finally couldn't bear it anymore and started sobbing on this big uncle's body. The school founded by her father had people dead and injured, and they were even killed by the useless Seventh Brother. She believed that after this incident, many people would leave the Fist School, and many enemies would come to their door...

  "Second Brother, what shall we do now?" asked Lu Yu, leading several disciples as they followed Second Brother Lu Bei to the back mountain.

  "Wait, wait for him to come out and then we'll use the Huà Gōng Sǎn to get rid of him. We absolutely can't let him leave the mountain!" Second Brother's face floated up with a sly smile, and in his heart he was thinking: "Damn it, when did this little guy become so strong? Where did that weapon in his hand come from? Could it be that he picked it up from the Demon Beast Forest?"

  "Will others find out that we did this good deed?" Lu Yusheng feared being discovered by his fellow disciples about the chemical fragrance on him.

  "Didn't you see that they didn't dare to follow? Don't worry, I'll be in control. Now that Lao Liu is dead and Da Shixiong is injured, if we're seen by them, we'll take care of them too. What's there to fear?" Lu Bei said.

  Tang Yan returned to his small hut, looking around at the damaged things left from the fight. He put down the snow and started searching on his broken wooden bed. Finally, he found the broken watch from under the bed board, picked up the torn quilt from the ground and wiped it a few times before putting it back on his wrist. Although it was broken, to Tang Yan, it was something with sentimental value, a birthday gift from his father.

  "Little one, you're not going down the mountain like this, are you?" Longjie asked as he saw Tang Yan dragging Bixue to leave.

  "Not going down the mountain, am I supposed to stay here and watch others' faces? There's nothing left for me to miss here, Little Sister must hate me to death!" Tang Yan said, touching several painful spots on his face.

  "I'm telling you, you're really stupid. If you keep going like this, it's a dead end. I advise you to go back to the forest and cultivate for a while before coming out again. When you encounter an expert outside, you won't be at a disadvantage. Damn it, even if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!" The old man scolded Tang Yan.

  "Damn it, if it weren't for you bringing me to this guy, I would have been with Little Shimei already!" Tang Yan didn't blame him for bringing himself to this world, but over the past two years, he had become a waste because of him.

  "If you didn't have his blood flowing through your veins, if you weren't pissing on the stones, I wouldn't want to bring this idiot here either!" The old man scolded Tang Yan angrily.

  For a woman to become so useless, at that time, Tang Yan could have knocked Zilan out with one punch, but was instead beaten until severely injured, and then forced to use the Blowsnow slash. Now, Tang Yan's injuries are piling up, and he still has to risk his life to go down the mountain, can you say he wouldn't be angry? If Tang Yan dies, he might disappear from this world, and the Dragon Seal might be lost in another realm, but what about the grave in the forbidden land that he hasn't opened yet?