One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

"Me? A master of sword qi?"

Seeing Ma Xianhong, surrounded by various magical treasures, rushing towards him, Jiang Bailan almost couldn't hold back. What hidden sword qi master? He was just using the Six Styles of the Navy for the sake of the show.

Making a movie!

Viewers will get tired of using the same skill all the time.

Besides, Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye, Jiang Bailan's two personal photographers, haven't arrived yet. Jiang Bailan is afraid that if he uses the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit, Old Ma might not be able to hold out until they get there.

Seeing that Jiang Bailan denied it, Ma Xianhong sneered, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. No matter if you are a sword master or not, don't even think about escaping from my hands today!"

One punch!

With the protection of the Black Armor, a sharp whistling sound came as a dark fist aimed straight at Jiang Bailan's face.

"Friendship-Breaking Fist?"

An invisible layer of Armament Haki clung to him, but Jiang Bailan did not use the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit; instead, he retaliated with pure physical strength.

boom!

A violent impact suddenly rang out, and an invisible shockwave was generated from the point of contact between the two men's fists, which then evolved into a shock wave that spread in all directions.

The air surged and rolled, carrying with it pebbles and wood chips from the ground.

Jiang Bailan felt Ma Xianhong's power as he watched his clothes being wrinkled by the wind, and suddenly became interested as well.

Perhaps because he hadn't been active for a long time, Jiang Bailan felt an unprecedented tingling sensation during this exchange, and then asked with a smile, "Outside the village?"

"Whatever, as long as I can beat you up, it doesn't matter where I go!"

Ma Xianhong stared intently at Jiang Bailan, his face beaming with excitement.

Jiang Bailan: "..."

Seeing the deep hatred Old Ma harbored for him, Jiang Bailan said that he hadn't done anything wrong. He had only smashed Old Ma's furnace, intimidated his men, seized his Biyou Village, and incidentally undermined his reputation...

Is it really necessary to hold a grudge like this?

“Old Ma! Have you ever heard a saying?” Jiang Bailan suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Ma Xianhong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Jiang Bailan said calmly, "Take things easy and don't keep everything in your heart. It's not good for your health. After all, to make a living, you have to have a little bit of green on your head."

After saying that, he vanished from his spot and sped away from the village.

"Good good!"

Ma Xianhong, who was so angry that he laughed, never expected that Jiang Bailan would still dare to provoke him even after all this. He was really not afraid of death!

He then took all his magical treasures and chased after them at an extremely fast speed.

-

"Fire! Wake up! Get up now!"

"Where did the explosion come from?!"

"Sleep you numb wake up hi!"

"Master Qiu Rang, what's going on!"

In the village, by the time Qiu Rang arrived, most of the village had already been set ablaze by Feng Baobao's Molotov cocktails, and the fire was spreading rapidly to the surrounding area.

However, Qiu Rang couldn't care less about that now. He had also seen the explosion that came from afar, which meant that their leader had already clashed with Jiang Bailan.

This is a battle that will determine the fate of Biyou Village.

"Master Qiu Rang..."

The shouts of the villagers around him brought him back to his senses. Feeling the scorching heat in the air and hearing the crackling of the flames shooting forward, he looked around at the uncontrollable sea of ​​fire and said to the villagers beside him, "Run! Get out of Biyou Village quickly!"

"Master Qiu Rang, we can stay and protect the village!"

"Get out of here quickly! The enemy is strong. You'll only be a burden if you stay!"

At the end of the sweltering loess village road, Qiu Rang looked at the timid figure slowly approaching and spoke.

"He's right, you ordinary people should leave now!"

The short-statured Lao Meng scratched the back of his head and offered a kind reminder.

"Old Meng, the temporary worker from Northwest China!"

"Chou Rang!"

Although they lived in the same village, the two sides didn't interact much. After a brief greeting, Qiu Rang reached for his lower back, preparing to fight.

He didn't know if his cult leader could defeat Jiang Bailan.

He doesn't care about these things.

He followed Ma Xianhong purely out of agreement with the latter's views and personal charisma, without any ulterior motives, so he had no reason to back down and surrender...

He reached out to grab his magic jade ruyi, but after touching it for a long time, he couldn't find anything!

Where is Ruyi?

Where is my Ruyi?

Chou Rang was shocked. Without the magic weapon Ruyi, he would no longer be protecting Biyou Village, but would instead be sacrificing himself for it!

Although Qiu Rang, a weapon refiner, has a fondness for close combat.

But he wasn't confident enough to defeat his enemy with his bare fists.

He hurriedly turned around to check, and sure enough, the ruyi tucked behind his waist was gone. Not far behind him, the disheveled Feng Baobao was holding up a golden object and examining it.

This thing is a good item. She took a liking to it when she fought with Qiu Rang before, and she's been itching to get her hands on it ever since.

"Sister! Can you give me back Ruyi?"

Upon discovering that his Ruyi was in Feng Baobao's hands, Qiu Rang's expression began to change subtly.

He had witnessed Feng Baobao's abilities firsthand.

A few days ago, during the battle to round up temporary workers in Biyou Village, this woman was covered in blood. With a watermelon knife in hand, she slashed at people like cutting vegetables, almost giving them psychological trauma.

Qiu Rang knew he was no match for this older sister, so he could only beg Feng Baobao to return the Ruyi to him.

After all... the other party doesn't seem very smart.

Faced with Qiu Rang's request, Feng Baobao slowly put away the Ruyi, subconsciously took two steps back, and said with a guarded expression, "This is mine."

Qiu Rang: "...How is it yours? You clearly stole it!"

Feng Baobao: "How can it be stealing? This is called taking advantage of someone else's wealth. I've been eyeing this thing for a long time."

Qiu Rang: "...So, this is your reason for stealing my Ruyi?"

Feng Baobao: "Xu Si once said that things tucked into back pockets or behind the waist are things that the person doesn't want and can be easily stolen."

Qiu Rang: "..."

"Big brother, I have things to do, I'm leaving now!" With Ruyi in hand, Feng Baobao didn't linger for a moment and quickly made her escape.

"Wait, don't run away, my Ruyi!" Qiu Rang shouted as he chased after him.

Old Meng: "???"

Wang Ye, who was holding a camera and preparing to film from a short distance away, thought: "??? Are we even going to fight or not?"

-

Meanwhile, Jiang Bailan and Ma Xianhong also arrived outside Biyou Village.

Looking back at the sky in the distance, which was dyed red by the fire, and at Biyou Village, which was burning in the sea of ​​fire, Ma Xianhong's anger was clearly even greater.

"Jiang Bailan, is this how the company operates? How is this any different from robbery?"

Faced with Ma Xianhong's questioning, Jiang Bailan picked at his ear, pointed to the villagers from Biyou Village who had fled not far away, and said irritably, "What are you barking about? What are you barking about? Don't make false accusations. Didn't you see over there?"

Didn't Ma Xianhong see it?

Of course I saw it!

How could he not be furious at the thought of his hard-earned Biyou Village being reduced to ashes?

"Jiang Bailan... let's settle this once and for all!"

Ma Xianhong knew from the very beginning that no matter how fiercely the top talents in the village fought, in the end, they would determine whether Biyou Village and the new Jie Sect could survive...

The question has always been whether he can defeat Jiang Bailan!