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Chapter 157: The Stronghold is Destroyed and the Loot is Stolen
The martial artist's control over qi and blood has reached perfection, further strengthening his body and causing a transformation from the inside out.

Ice skin and jade bones, chalcedony golden body, these are all strange states when the flesh and blood are strengthened to the peak.

Even though Yan Ping has not reached the legendary realm, he has a physical defense that is difficult to be injured by swords and comparable to armor.

Zhou You’s punching power could tear steel plates, but it had no effect on him.

But in the end, he found the flaw.

The wound, like the weakest board of a wooden barrel, exposed Yan Ping's biggest flaw.

The tiger evil tore along the blood and flesh texture of the wound with unstoppable force, expanding it to one or two times its length.

"Yan Ping, today is the day you die."

Zhou You could see the other person's internal organs through the wound.

Yan Ping roared like thunder, "You want to kill me? Do you think you are worthy?"

He is a martial artist after all, and even a rotten boat still has three pounds of iron. At the moment of death, he finally burst out with a wave of force.

He pressed his arms downwards, and a loud thunder rose from the ground. Cracks appeared on the ground with a diameter of 200 meters centered on the soles of his feet.

Birds flew away in fright, trees fell down, and dust rose into columns dozens of meters high.

He used the method of destroying everything with the Monument-Breaking Hand to blast the mountain into pieces and cause it to collapse.

"brute!"

Jiang Hua saw through his intention. Once this place collapsed, everyone would be buried.

He picked up a stone and threw it out. After the sound of breaking through the air, there were bursts of wailing and several dead birds fell from the sky.

He opened his mouth, bit the dead bird, and swallowed the blood. The wounds on his body healed rapidly, and his originally numb arms and legs gradually regained consciousness.

At this time, the hard rock ground became brittle and full of torn cracks and holes.

Yan Ping took advantage of Zhou You's unstable footing and stepped forward to strike him in the chest with a palm, but the palm was blocked by his hard power.

The backs of the two men were entangled, fists and kicks were fighting, and they were instantly submerged in the dust.

"Yan Ping, stop being so arrogant!"

After Jiang Hua stood up from the ground, he was about to go forward to help, but his vision blurred and he lost sight of the two people.

……

There was chaos in the mountain stronghold. Stone bullets fell from the sky like raindrops, smashing the ground into numerous pits of various sizes.

Many bandits who were unable to dodge had their bones and flesh mixed into mud, leaving large patches of bright red spots.

Woohoo!

The familiar sound of breaking air was heard, and several stone bullets fell from the sky.

A figure among the bandits leaped into the air, golden light floating around him, and a strange beast with golden mane emerged.

As the strange beast roared, its huge fist hit the stone bullet, causing it to explode into flying powder.

The chief of the stronghold personally taught the Golden Lion Fist, which shook the mountains and forests with its kingly style.

"Those who disrupt the formation will be killed!"

The figure landed on the ground, and the gang of criminals felt a leader, and they crowded over, "Diao Dayi!"

Diao Dayi, Qi and Blood Stage 5, is the beloved disciple of the chief of Moyun Village and the leader of the younger generation of Qi and Blood warriors.

"Everyone go to the front door to help. Chen Laogou's three most capable men are here."

"Several uncles led the people to resist. Many gaps have been blown out of the wall. You go and fill them up."

At his urging, the bandits rushed towards the front gate of the stronghold.

Diao Dayi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a step when he suddenly saw a figure flash by, "Third Uncle."

The person who came was none other than the third leader of the stronghold, Yan Ping. He was covering a wound that was bleeding profusely and was running towards them from the back mountain with unsteady steps.

He nodded to Diao Diao Dayi, "Quick, take me to the treasure house."

"The back hill can no longer be defended. The enemy will soon charge in."

What? The back hill was lost?

Diao Dayi was familiar with the defense system of Moyun Village, which was an integrated whole. If the back mountain was lost, it would be useless to defend the front gate.

Looking at Yan Ping's seriously injured appearance, it was obvious that he had encountered a strong enemy.

"Uncle San, could it be one of the three captains under Chen Laogou's command?"

The three captains under General Chen Qian are all powerful warriors at the level of martial artists.

The one who could have made Yan Ping, the stone-opening expert, lose and flee must be one of these people.

Yan Ping looked very unhappy, and seemed not to want to mention the opponent. He just urged him to go to the treasure house. Diao Dayi looked at the shocking wound and said fiercely, "Chen Laogou's adopted son dared to hurt you. We will repay you tenfold."

The two men came to the village chief's meeting hall, where a golden tiger skin was spread on the floor.

There are many tigers in the mountains, but their sizes vary. It is particularly rare to see one that can reach 10 meters in length.

This tiger skin is more than 10 meters long, and its fur is as silky as gold thread. The eyeballs of the tiger head are inlaid with two ink-black gems, which are the charm cores.

This tiger skin alone is priceless!
Diao Dayi lifted the tiger skin, revealing an iron plate, and looked up at Yan Ping.

Only five village chiefs have the key to the treasure house. Although he is a disciple of the chief village chief, he can only watch but not touch.

Yan Ping seemed to be seriously injured, and he moved slowly as he took off an iron ring from his hand.

The ring bounced up immediately when it was bent, and it turned out that there was a key hidden inside.

"Open."

Diao Dayi took the key and inserted it into the keyhole. It fit perfectly. He couldn't help but feel excited. This was one of the only five keys in the village, symbolizing supreme power and wealth.

When the treasure house was opened, a golden glow and treasure aura filled the air.

Diao Dayi was stunned on the spot. It's not like he had never seen money before, but he had never imagined that the village had accumulated such a huge amount of wealth.

The thought that all the wealth would not be taken away after the soldiers came in made my heart ache.

"Don't just stand there, take as much as you can!"

Yan Ping’s words made Diao Dayi happy. That’s great. He also had a share.

Seeing that the stronghold was about to be breached, these people could only fend for themselves, and they couldn't do without money.

"Thank you, Uncle San. Thank you, Uncle San!"

Diao Dayi's eyes were full of greed as he pounced on the box full of gems and pearls. He felt that one pair of hands was not enough and he regretted that his parents had not given him 10 or even 100 hands.

Suddenly, a scream was heard outside.

"Not good. Old Dog Chen used the remains of Qiangwu's golden body to break the evil charm of the chieftain."

"Several village leaders have been wiped out. We are done for!"

Hearing this, Diao Dayi was also shocked. He knew he would fail, but he didn't expect it to be so quick.

The head of the stronghold is a mid-level martial artist himself, and he also has a treasure made from the remains of a demon. He is rarely rivaled, near or far.

Who would have thought that in order to capture the mountain stronghold, Chen Laogou actually found a powerful golden body to restrain it.

Defeated, completely defeated.

While stuffing things into his arms, Diao Dayi kindly reminded, "Uncle San, you're seriously injured. I'll help you get out."

Yan Ping has the strength of a martial artist. As long as he takes medicine to suppress his injuries, he can break out of the encirclement of the army.

At worst, it can at least attract fire for him.

Yan Ping's voice came from behind, "Good nephew, you are thoughtful."

The next moment, Diao Dayi's hair stood up, murderous aura enveloped his whole body, and he was frozen to the bone marrow.

There are only two of them in the treasure house, where does this murderous aura come from?

Bang, a hand pressed on Diao Dayi's back.

At this distance, the only one who could possibly take action is... Yan Ping.

"Poison Palm?"

Diao Dayi's qi and blood were stimulated, and he immediately launched a defense, but he found that the opponent's palm power was extremely penetrating and carried a deadly poison that polluted his qi and blood.

He has the strength of Qi and Blood Level 5. His Qi and Blood have been compressed and condensed. How can it be shaken by a mere palm poison?
However, there has been a wave of unrest.

The second wave of palm power followed, and then the third wave.

The Seven-Step Poison Sand Palm launches a sneak attack, with triple force, the palm poison is superimposed 3 times, and not a drop is left before it is poured into the body.

Diao Dayi was as stiff as a wooden stake, his eyes full of shock as he fell to the ground. His mind was full of questions, but he just couldn't figure it out.
Why did the third uncle plot against him?

Also, Yan Ping's nickname is the Stone-Breaking Hand. When did he master this sharp and poisonous palm skill?

We are all on the same boat and we can only escape by working together, so why are we rushing to kill each other now?

All the questions were left unanswered as he died of poison.

"Silly child, your third uncle is long gone."

Zhou You wiped his face, the fake mask disappeared, and his original face was restored.

"Arsenal: Void, first identity Lu Zhigang, second identity Yan Ping."

(End of this chapter)