My future is invincible?

Chapter 34 Can You Make Me Bleed?
"Okay, let's send the person here."

Two warriors dressed in black, with a colder temperament and eyes as sharp as iron, stopped Dean's car.

Dean didn't say much when he saw this.

Impatiently, Filia opened the back door and got out carrying the wonderful tools she would use for today's interview. This beautiful Western woman in a high-necked long dress pushed the door and got out of the car. She was indeed very charming. Even though the guests were noisy and the female relatives were in full bloom, this cool and charming Western flower still stood out.

Ok?
Why are there so many people here? There aren't many monsters created by the devil nearby, but there seem to be a lot of women, and they all look familiar. Why are there other people besides me who are here to send my wife to assassination for the plan?
Dean, who was secretly observing in the car, was a little confused.

He was just about to turn the car around and leave.

But his eyes suddenly widened.

His car was lifted up by the warriors who were sandwiched between the cars. The tires were suspended in the air and he couldn't use any strength. The warrior who lifted the car smiled and spoke to Dean in the car.

"You ignorant golden-haired ghost, the Immortal Master hasn't said you can leave yet."

He said, without waiting for Dean to think.

An arm as thick as a python's bite smashed the car window directly, and Dean was dragged out of the car with a scream like a little girl whose skirt was lifted! Dean struggled hard, but the arm that grabbed him didn't seem to be flesh and blood, but more like a terrifying steel machine!

boom!
Dean, who weighed more than 200 pounds, was dragged out directly, and then thrown along. The next second, he hit the marble floor of the flower bed hard, causing him to see black in pain.

When Dean finally caught his breath and saw what was in front of him clearly, his eyes almost burst into flames.

Lan Yi was right in front of him.

He was lying there like a toad, and Lan Yi, as always, was not reluctant to show off his prowess in front of others. He floated comfortably above the ground, lowering his head to look at the piece of rotten meat that was thrown in front of him.

There were similar scenes before rebirth.

I have to say, fate is such a wonderful thing.

As long as you are heavy enough, a causal network will naturally form. Even if time is restarted, some familiar things will still be repeated before your eyes.

"You..." Dean was in so much pain that he couldn't speak or get up.

He vaguely guessed that their plan had been leaked, but he didn't dare to think about it too deeply.

A few seconds later.

Filia suddenly walked up to Lan Yi with graceful steps. In front of everyone, she smiled with her cold face, stood on tiptoe, pulled out something and stabbed it into Lan Yi's shoulder.

The shiny iron in her hand was very eye-catching in the sunlight.

This sudden stab caught no one off guard. Many of the female relatives who were invited or came to visit today could not help but exclaim in surprise, or simply closed their eyes not wanting to see what was to come.

shuh~
The dagger instantly pierced Lan Yi's shoulder.

Dean, who was lying on the ground, could not help but be ecstatic when he saw this. It worked! The cross dagger blessed by the Vatican Bishop, this evil magician will die a painful death next!
However, it does not.

Lan Yi, who was easily stabbed in the shoulder, did not move, and the warriors guarding and patrolling nearby did not take action either. Even some of the party members and reporters present showed no sign of alarm.

Apparently this was planned.

Filia let go of her hand.

In full view of everyone, the cross dagger that seemed to have pierced Lan Yi's shoulder dissolved into grains of fine sand that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye in the next second in the streams of air that were glowing with silver-white light. The tip of the dagger had long since turned into iron sand, so it looked like the dagger had pierced the shoulder.

The Taoist magic of the Southern Sage Sect: Gengjin Sword Qi.

The Gengjin sword energy refined by Lan Yi was like dust when scattered and like silver sand when gathered. The simple cutting effect was already very terrifying. Ordinary iron tools would be crushed into powder in an instant if they got close to the body! They would become food for the Gengjin sword energy! Not to mention a mere dagger.

If Cang Hua had deployed his formation in advance, Lan Yi could have ignored the machine gun fire.

"Poisoning, daggers, stabbings in bed, cold guns, explosives, human bombs, and I heard you were planning to attract naval gunfire."

The Gengjin sword energy that was gathered around Lan Yi but not dispersed, condensed but not released, was like a living thing, winding and circling above Dean's head. The terrifying sharpness made him dare not move.

"I have no way of performing these methods on the spot except for the naval guns."

“You can give the rest a try.”

"Try and see what means mortals like you have to use to hurt me and make me bleed."

"By the way, does the god you believe in bleed?"

Lan Yi's voice was very loud, as if there was a loudspeaker that transmitted his words, which seemed arrogant but were actually perfectly in line with his identity, to the ears of everyone nearby.

Everyone looked at him with fanaticism and admiration.

Show your divine power, and constantly show your divine power before people.

This is the fastest way for Lan Yi to conquer the hearts of people in this era. He is more generous than the illusory god and more terrifying than God. He wants to create an image of being omniscient and invincible. In this world without psychic monks, there is no one who can make him bleed in front of people.

poison?
Lan Yi took the poison in front of everyone without changing his expression, and there was no sign of the poison taking effect at all. The [Cang Hua] and Geng Jin sword energy cleared out the poison the moment it entered his mouth.

Stabbing in bed?

This is not a good thing to perform in broad daylight, and Lady Leng Yan Feilia has already demonstrated it with a dagger. This is really a pity for all the reporters. If it weren't for Master Lan Yi's unintentional performance, some female reporters would be ready to offer themselves to the bed to see who can succeed in the assassination or who can withstand the "assassination" of the Master.

Cold shot?

After confessing their crimes, the warriors directly fired machine guns at Lan Yi. Amid the screams and exclamations of the crowd, Lan Yi, who was unharmed, raised his hand and turned all the bullets that were forced to stop into ashes!

Explosives?

A few Sindhu assassins, who didn't understand what was happening and had curry in their mouths, were thrown in front of Lan Yi, holding tightly onto the grenades and explosive packs on their bodies.

These low-intelligence, lustful and incompetent chimpanzee cousins were stunned at first, and then, amid Dean's roar and rebuke... chose to escape, selling out their master without hesitation.

Lan Yi was speechless.

As expected, Asan, who likes unlimited and free fitness, always brings joy to others.

If you don't self-destruct and show your power to the Immortal Master, then there is no value in your existence.

Even if these Sindhu assassins had eight legs, they could not outrun the warriors who moved as fast as the wind. The guards who were practicing Qigong and leaping lightly and using martial arts only needed the blink of an eye for one of them to catch up with an assassin and chop his neck with a sharp knife, thus putting an end to this group of red-headed patrolmen who had committed many evil deeds in the past.

Subsequently.

In a deafening roar explosion.

Withstanding the shock wave that tore through steel, the deadly heat, and the shrapnel that destroyed the wall, Lan Yi still managed to escape unharmed; his clothes weren't even burnt.

"How about you make me bleed?"

Coming back in front of Dean, Lan Yi was like a god looking down on a lamb, destroying his psychological defenses with a soft but cold voice.

(End of this chapter)