Chapter 2415: Fruit on the Trees

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Normally, with his Dao Realm mid-stage body protecting qi, his defenses were incredibly strong, impenetrable to most. However, before this person, he was as fragile as an eggshell. One punch sent him flying, a blossoming of thousands of flowers exploding outward.

What's even worse is that she didn't stop there. Xiaoqing had no intention of stopping at all. Before his body even hit the ground, another small fist was already coming towards him.

"Bang!"

Duan Rui was punched to the ground, then a foot landed on his chest, the force driving him below ground level.

Xiaoqing's fists rained down, beating him until he was bruised and battered, crying for his father and mother.

Only at this moment did the disciples of Jixianmen come to their senses. Nangong Du roared with anger, "You dare!"

At this moment, he also realized that the other party was a strong opponent. With a flick of his hand, he drew the long sword from behind him. A dazzling sword glow ripped through the night sky, carrying a fierce killing intent and stabbing towards Xia Qing's face.

Ji Jianmen, just from the name one can tell this is a nine-star sect that cultivates the sword way. As a core disciple of the sect, Nangong Du also has profound attainments in the sword way.

His sword strike was both swift and fierce, carrying the momentum of piercing a rainbow.

In his eyes, even if this sword didn't injure the young girl before him, it would be enough to force her back and save his junior brother.

As it turned out, he was wrong. The sword, halfway through its thrust, suddenly stopped dead in its tracks, not budging an inch. A small hand, white as jade, reached out and grabbed the blade.

"This…"

Palace NanGong was dumbfounded. He knew very well the power of his sword; it could be called earth-shattering and river-splitting without exaggeration.

Such a sword, it was actually caught bare-handed. How strong must the cultivation be, how powerful the flesh and blood

After a brief moment of shock, he hurriedly tried to retrieve his sword, but found that the blade in his hand was as if welded shut. The jade-like small hand held it firmly, no matter how much true energy he channeled, the sword wouldn't budge an inch.

“This… this is a powerhouse from the Mahayana Era!”

Although he wouldn't admit it, a terrifying thought had sprung to mind.

Only one answer could suppress him to this point, the other party must be a powerful cultivator at the Great Ascension Stage.

He never would have imagined that a little guy at the Refining Void Realm would actually be guarded by such powerful figures.

Xiaoqing paid him no mind, her small fist smashing into his face, shattering the sword completely. Then another punch landed squarely on his chest.

It all happened so fast that Nangong Du didn't have any time to react and was directly knocked away by a punch.

Xia Qing appeared out of nowhere, grabbing his ankle with a swift movement. She then unleashed her most skilled technique, forcefully throwing him to the ground.

Nangong Du suddenly felt darkness before his eyes, as if his five internal organs and six fu were about to be shattered. He spat out a mouthful of old blood directly.

Right now, he regrets it deeply. If he had known there was such a powerful expert on the other side, he either wouldn't have come or would have brought the elders from his sect to help.

It's too late now, all he can do is try his best to endure the opponent's brutal assault.

Seeing the eldest brother being beaten, the other disciples of Ji Jianmen immediately came to help, but as a result, they were all knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye.

They are not even a match for a single move from someone at the peak of Lian Dong Xu, let alone these small fry.

Xia Qing this time was throwing a truly brutal punch, each strike landing with force and accuracy. The sounds of fists meeting flesh echoed through the air, punctuated by continuous cries of pain.

"I'm almost done," she said, turning back to Ye Bufan. "Brother Ye, is the lesson over"

"Okay, let's move on to the next step."

Ye Bufan stepped forward and completely sealed these people's cultivation bases, then tore their clothes off, leaving each person only with a pair of large flower bloomers.

Then a program was added that stole all of their storage rings, and then a rope was taken out to bind these people together, lifting them into the air.

They soon arrived at the most bustling district in the imperial city, found a sturdy big tree, and hung all these people from it like ganoderma lucidum.

It was late at night, and there were few people passing by. For a moment, I hadn't been discovered.

Okay, let's go back.

After accomplishing all of this, Ye Bufan and Xiao Qing returned to the station happily together.

Poor Nangong Du and the others were beaten black and blue, covered in wounds, and their cultivation was sealed. Even the acupoints on their bodies were blocked.

One by one, they were hung there, calling to heaven and earth for help, but there was no response.

As disciples of the Ji Jian Sect, they had never been treated so poorly. Their anger was palpable, but they were powerless and could only wait to be discovered.

Finally, it was daybreak, and pedestrians began to appear on the streets. At last, a child of five or six saw them.

"Oh, Mom! There are fruits on the tree! They look just like people and they're even wearing flowery shorts!"

A child's shout immediately drew everyone's attention, and the crowd grew larger and larger, all staring at the people in the trees like they were monkeys.

Nangong Du had always placed great importance on his face. Facing the jeers and ridicule of the crowd, he wished he could bury his head in his crotch immediately.

But now I'm tied up tight, like a zongzi, can't even make a move.

It's all a carefully orchestrated plan of his, originally intended for Ye Bufan. He wanted to ruin Ye Bufan's reputation and leave him humiliated.

In the end, it all came back to haunt itself, realized within its own confines.

After a grueling half hour, a voice came from under the tree.

"Brother Nangong, is that you"

It was Feng Wuhen, yesterday's speaker, who stood under the tree, looking at Nangong Du with disbelief.

Yesterday, he was suave and charming, but today he's a complete mess. His face is bruised and swollen, looking like a pig's head. He barely recognizes himself.

Nangong Du was originally ashamed to admit it, but now there was no way out. He couldn't just hang around here forever. The more time passed, the more people would come, and sooner or later he would be recognized.

He had no choice but to swallow his pride and nod frantically, whimpering softly.

Seeing that it was indeed Nangong Du, Feng Wuhen was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. He didn't expect the other party to end up so pathetically.

Smiling, but I'll help out anyway.

With a single raise of his hand, dozens of wind blades roared out, instantly severing everyone's ropes and bringing them down from the trees.

Catch them and put them on the ground. Windless again untied the acupuncture points of everyone in Nangong Du.

"Big Brother Nangong, what on earth is going on Who dares to attack the people of Jixian Gate"

"Um... let's move this conversation somewhere else."

Feeling the intense stares of so many people, Nangong Du's face burned with shame. He had embarrassed the entire Jiujianmen; there was no way he could speak another word here.

Soon, everyone left the place and came to a secluded corner.

"Damn it, it was that Ye fellow, he outmaneuvered me! The little girl beside him is actually a master…"

Originally, yesterday Feng Wuheng also wanted to teach Ye Bufan a lesson. However, considering that attacking someone at the Refining Void Realm would damage his own face, he eventually dismissed this idea.

Now that Nangong Du had finished speaking, I felt a chill run down my spine. Thankfully, I hadn't made a move, otherwise it would have been me hanging from the tree.

"Brother Nangong, what are you going to do"

"I will definitely get revenge for this!"

A flash of hatred crossed Nangong Du's eyes, then he clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Brother Feng, for your help. I will remember this kindness."

After that, he left with everyone in a whirlwind. After all, this appearance was really embarrassing to see people, and he had to go back quickly to treat his injuries.ability.His telepathy and Ye Bufan's soul-seizing technique are similar in nature, both being a type of psychic art. They use powerful mental energy to influence the opponent's mind, then answer their...