They laughed at me and said I was a monkey, what was the Monkey King so scared of?

Chapter 57 Bull King!

"You are worthy of being Li Yan!" Seeing this, Qianli Pangpang praised Li Yan.

When Yang Jian turned his head, he found a long wooden stick with a gold frame extending to Li Yan's side. Li Yan was holding it in one hand with a majestic demeanor. It was obvious that Li Yan had helped him. Yang Jian expressed his gratitude.

At this moment, Yang Jian felt like someone was supporting his back and he could fight freely with his hands and feet.

"Huh? Two of them died already? Something's not right." On the hillside, Silver Medal No. 6 noticed this scene and immediately patted Silver Medal No. 7 on the shoulder, "Let's go, too."

Two people also jumped out from the forest one after the other. Li Yan noticed their appearance in an instant. Li Yan quickly pulled back the golden-framed wooden stick that was supporting Yang Jian and locked his eyes on the two people rushing out from behind.

These two people are different from the bronze medals that appeared earlier. They obviously have a different aura and their strength should not be underestimated.

"Two more! Silver medals too!"

Qianli Pangpang also noticed this scene, and when he saw clearly that the other party's mask was different from these bronze medals, his expression instantly became ugly.

He never expected that the people from the [Anbu] were so determined to kill Li Yan that they even sent out the Silver Medal Wings.

"Li Yan! You should be thankful that you are worthy of our two wings' attack!"

These silver medalists acted decisively and with clear goals. After jumping down from the mountain, they bypassed Yang Jian and headed straight for Li Yan, apparently wanting to end the battle in an instant.

Now that Li Yan had withdrawn, Yang Jian was clearly at a disadvantage with only one person against eight people. However, this man was able to withdraw and dodge with the help of Roaring Sky Dog, and used the terrain to maneuver, and those bronze medals were unable to take him down for a while.

But everyone knew that if no one took action, it would only be a matter of time before he was captured.

In the sight, Silver Medal No. 6 was approaching Li Yan. In order to avoid involving Qianli Pangpang and the driver, Li Yan left behind two clones and stepped forward alone to meet them.

As golden light flashed in his dark eyes, a dragon-tiger aura swirled around the golden-framed wooden stick. Li Yan held the near end of the stick in his right hand, his eyes locked onto Silver Medal No. 6 like a hunting eagle, and raised the stick to smash it!
"hey-hey!"

With a grin on his face, Silver Medal No. 6 was not at all panicked. A dark blue hand emerged from the ground behind him and grabbed the wooden stick that was hitting him.

"Old 7! I caught him for you!" he said.

Silver Medal No. 7 did not hesitate when he saw this. When Silver Medal No. 6 grabbed Li Yan's wooden stick, a Blood Moon Fang appeared in his hand, and purple energy burst out. He came to Li Yan's side in the blink of an eye, and chopped Li Yan's chest from above with the Blood Moon Fang!
"Death!"

"Are you worthy enough to bark at me?" Facing the oncoming purple energy ball, a blazing arc of fire burned and floated in Li Yan's left eye, like a red line dancing in the wind.

The next second, the slightly reddened eyes locked onto Silver Medal No. 7, and the exploding fist hit the purple energy ball head-on, smashing into Silver Medal No. 7's chest like a force that destroyed dry weeds and rotten wood!
With a "bang", the silver medal No. 7 flew backwards in the air with a look of disbelief on his face. How could he, a dignified silver medalist, not be able to withstand a serious punch from the opponent?
Without waiting for his reaction, Li Yan slowly closed his eyes again, and the next second, a faint red light appeared at the corner of his other eye, and the energy flowing back and forth was like a raging fire.

At this time, Li Yan pressed down with his left hand, and circles of golden energy began to wrap around the gold-framed wooden stick again, extending to the far end of the stick, like a winding yellow dragon approaching Silver Medal No. 6.

At this time, Silver Medal No. 6 felt that the wooden stick seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. He could no longer resist it. Together with the dark blue hand protruding from the ground behind him, it was destroyed. The whole person was pressed into the ground with a "bang".

In an instant, the body of Silver Medal No. 6 was smashed like juice, and red liquid splashed. It was unbearable to watch. Only after seeing this scene did Li Yan retract the golden frame wooden stick, holding the golden frame wooden stick, he walked towards the remaining Silver Medal No. 7 step by step, and said:

"How about my stick that weighs 7 kilograms?" Silver Medal No. 's pupils suddenly contracted...

Oh, no, I just didn’t make a move. If I made a move, my brother would turn into jam?

Is this really Li Yan from Class F?

Seeing Li Yan walking towards the remaining silver medal No. 7 with steady steps, his ability to turn the situation around in the blink of an eye made Qianli Pangpang's eyes light up behind him, and the driver also opened his mouth slightly at this moment.

The driver pulled Qianli Pangpang next to him and said, "You...are you really students of Beihe University?"

Qianli Pangpang: "What, you don't believe it?"

After stopping, Li Yan was already standing in front of Silver Medal No. 7, looking down at him. Jin Zhong's eyes with a faint red glow were staring at the face of Silver Medal No. 7, making the latter feel a little cold on his back.

He regretted it so much at this moment. He finally realized that Commander Tiger was right to be cautious. It was all because of that damn No. 6.

"I'm asking you something..."

Silver Medal No. 7's face froze, and for a moment he didn't react to what question Li Yan wanted him to answer. In this moment of pause, the golden-framed wooden stick in Li Yan's hand had already smashed down on his head -

"Hey, it's not a good idea to kill someone right under my nose, right?"

With a rough sound, a huge axe broke through the air like an exploding train and slammed into Li Yan. Li Yan locked his sights, retracted the golden-framed wooden stick, and blocked it with both hands. However, the power of the huge axe was obviously not low, and it knocked him away and smashed him at the foot of a mountain in the distance, raising a cloud of dust.

"Li Yan!!!"

This scared Qianli Pangpang, but when he saw that Li Yan's clone was still standing there safely, he thought that the original body should be fine too, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qianli Pangpang turned around to look at the burly figure that suddenly appeared in Silver Medal No. 7. This was a savage man with strong muscles all over his body and a "cross" knife scar above his left eye.

"This feeling... is a bison?" Qianli Pangpang said in surprise.

"Hey, you recognized me, you're smart. I'll spare your life and let you clean up my Shuangchaling village later."

Bison didn't expect that this fat young man actually knew him. After all, he hadn't come out to see people for a long time since he left the [Anbu] to guard the Shuangcha Ridge.

“Wild…wild bull?” Upon hearing this, the driver’s legs went limp and he sat down on the ground. “Isn’t this one of the Tiger Bull brothers from the Anbu? What happened to me today? Why am I so unlucky that I actually ran into this pair of brothers…”

"Get up." Wild Bull stretched out a hand to pull Silver Medal No. 7 up, and said to him: "That Li Yan is not simple. He didn't die after being hit by my axe. Take your people and leave."

Silver Medal No. 7 has not yet completely recovered from the pressure Li Yan had just given him. He said in a trembling voice:
"No, Commander Tiger said that we can't go back if we don't complete the mission."

(End of this chapter)