"The great vassal kingdom of Xisheng? The Jia family? What a piece of onion is this! The combined strength of the entire Xisheng kingdom can be as strong as a finger from the red-clothed gang of my ancestor God Gu Di? Haha, I'm so scared. ,Scared me!"
"This kid doesn't even take a pee to look at himself. He thinks he's someone! He's just a pustule who relies on his family background, and he actually dares to show off his identity in a place like Gujie Village!"
The three Wuhou and four Wuzuns from the red-clothed gang who were Bi Zhuanghan's accomplices laughed at him one after another.
Not even a powerful force like the Zixuan Dynasty could control the ten ancient lands, let alone the eight hundred vassal states.
The influence of distant vassal states has no effect at all in a chaotic place like Gujie Village, and no one will take a serious look at it.
A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, and no matter how powerful the vassal states are, they are beyond the reach of this ancient land of the ancestral gods.
Moreover, the strength of the Ancestral God Ancient Land is not enough even for dozens of large vassal states combined. It is definitely not possible for a prince in the Wuhou realm of a vassal state to show off his power here.
The power of the Ancestral God Ancient Land is the real leader of this ancient world village and has a powerful deterrent power.
The strong man surnamed Bi saw that Jia Xu was cowardly and did not dare to come out to provoke. In addition, Liao Hai, the Marquis of Wu, was in the way and it was inconvenient to do anything. He couldn't help but sneered: "I am in a hurry to return to the ancient land of the ancestral gods. I don't have time to hang out with you here." Mojiji, I'll spare you this time, kid! If you dare to do something wrong next time, I'll have to deal with you!"
He hurriedly squeezed to the front of the large queue at the ferry in Gujie Village and had no intention of fighting with Jia Xu. If he entered the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God by mistake, it would delay his important event.
"You... hmph! I don't have the same experience as you barbarians."
Jia Xu's face turned red as he was ridiculed by the martial princes from the Red Gang, but he did not dare to show off his strength and provoke these people from the Red Gang.
He was only as strong as Wuhou in the early stage, and he had a high status in the Jia family, but he was of no use here. He can't even deal with one Wuhou from the Red Clothes Gang, let alone there are several Wuhou from the Red Clothes Gang here.
"Jia Xu, why are you so useless!"
Liao Wenhuo stamped his foot angrily, and Jia Xu was knocked back several steps by a punch from the strong man named Bi, almost vomiting blood. Even she felt embarrassed. If her cultivation hadn't been at the early stage of Marquis Wu, she would have rushed forward long ago.
"Sister Wen Hao! His cultivation level is many levels higher than mine, and he is still a fire-type Martial Lord. There is no way to fight him."
Jia Xu hurriedly explained, anxious and annoyed.
In the fight just now, he was humiliated in front of Liao Wenhuo. He showed his family identity and was ridiculed by the people from the Red Gang. They didn't abandon him at all. He had no way to deal with these people from the Red Gang.
"If you can't fight, then why are you using your words?"
Liao Hai said coldly.
He didn't want to offend this group of red-clothed gang members. Although he stood in front of Jia Xu, he avoided their way to the cliff and had no intention of blocking them.
He was just accompanying him to protect Liao Wenhuo's safety. It didn't matter to him whether he could enter the ancient land of the ancestral gods. If we enter the ancient land of Buzushen this time, it would be safer to change our route to the nearby vassal states.
"Uncle Hai taught you a lesson!"
Jia Xu was extremely depressed and couldn't help but hang his head.
Liao Wenhuo glanced at Jia Xu with great disappointment. Seeing that Huo Guangcheng and Liao Hai both gave way silently, she was forced to get out of the way and gave up the idea of competing with the red-clad gang.
The strong man surnamed Bi saw that the three Wu Hous gave in and backed away, and couldn't help but smile scornfully, "Don't pretend to be a master in front of my Red Clothes Gang if you don't have the ability. Our Red Clothes Gang is one of the few big forces in the ancient land of the ancestors. Except for I don't dare to mess with King Wu, what kind of onions are you, Lord Wu!"
After saying that, he led the small group of red-clothed gang members and wanted to get past the group of merchants and continue to push forward.
All the red-clothed gangsters looked arrogant, and they did not care about the other Wuhou at the ferry crossing of Gujie Village.
Although they only have four Wuhou and a few Wuzun, and their number is not more than the other teams here who are preparing to fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge, their backstage is very tough and not something ordinary people can afford to offend.
In their eyes, Wu Houqi and below should make way for them. Only those who are King Wu are qualified to be in front of them.
The Wu Zun merchants in the caravan saw that the four Wuhou leaders of the caravan had all moved out of the way, and they all hurriedly moved out of the way.
But soon, the strong man named Bi couldn't help but frown again.
He was angry to see that in this merchant team, there was actually another young man, Wu Hou, riding a golden eagle beast, standing on the road leading to the front.
The young Marquis Wu clearly saw the scene where he defeated Jia Xu just now, but he still stood there with an indifferent expression, showing no intention of getting out of the way and letting the Red Clothes Gang go first.
"Brother Ye, you can't..."
Huo Guangcheng opened his mouth to ask Ye Fan to get out of the way and try not to conflict with the people in the Red Gang, but he hesitated when the words came to his mouth.
Although he is the nominal leader of the caravan, he has no mandatory binding force on other Wuhou in the caravan. Liao Hai, Jia Xu, and Liao Wenhuo, the three Wuhou businessmen, didn't pay much attention to his leader.
What's more, Ye Fan is not really a member of this caravan. He just lives with them in a building in Gujie Village temporarily and plans to travel through the Ghost Howling Gorge together, that's all.
Whether Ye Fan wanted to leave or do something else, it was impossible for him to control Ye Fan.
"Boy! I'm impatient! If you see people from the Red Gang, get out of here!"
The strong man surnamed Bi glared at Ye Fan and said sternly.
Ye Fan glanced at the strong man in red, showing an indifferent mocking look, and ignored him.
All the martial arts cultivators waiting at the ferry of Ancient World Village are anxious. It is not just the people from their red gang who are anxious to enter the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God! These red-clothed gang members are so arrogant and disgusting to watch.
And he didn't take the Red Clothes Gang seriously.
Others may be afraid of the Red Clothes Gang's prestigious reputation as one of the "Top Ten Forces" in the Ancient Land of Ancestral Gods and dare not offend easily, but he is different.
He consulted Shang's sacred book and had a thorough knowledge of the major forces in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God. Therefore, it is very clear that in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God, the Red Clothes Gang is indeed among the top ten forces, but it is only "one" of the top ten forces and ranks at the bottom.
The competition among the major forces in the Ancient Land of Ancestral Gods is very fierce. They are constantly fighting each other, and the forces are eliminated very quickly.
A force like the Red Clothes Gang, which ranks at the bottom of the top ten forces, is barely at the bottom and may be eliminated from the top ten at any time and replaced by other forces.
Even if he offends the members of the Red Gang, he only needs to find another more powerful force in the Ancestral God to join them, and he can easily become a member of one of the big forces in a sudden change. The people in the Red Clothes Gang could only stare at this, unable to do anything to him.
You must know that as early as a year ago, he was at the peak of his cultivation and super combat power in the late stage of the third series of martial arts, and his combat power was almost second only to King Wu. Even super powers such as Zixuan Dynasty, Zixuan National Religion, and the seven major sects of Shenwu sent King Wu to observe, hoping to draw him into their influence. He just gave various reasons to shirk it.
It would be easy for him to gain an identity among any of the top ten forces in the Ancient Land of Ancestral Gods. All the top ten forces in the Ancestral God Ancient Land combined may not be able to compare with one large sect.
In his eyes, the strong man surnamed Bi was just a middle-level Wuhou with average strength. He was a low-level Wuhou leader of the Red Clothes Gang and was not worth mentioning at all. He didn't know how many Wuhou and Beasthous with such middle and low-level strength he had killed.
It is impossible for the Red Clothes Gang to go to war with other major forces in the Ancient Land of Ancestral Gods just because of a few minions and small bosses.
So Ye Fan still stood there, not afraid of offending the red-coated gang in front of him.
He didn't want to miss the opportunity to enter the Ancient Land of the Ancestral Gods this year just because he made way for a small leader of the Red Gang to jump in line. It's not cost-effective to waste a year of your precious time for a few minions.
"Oh ha~ You are not afraid of death so much! I will make it happen for you!"
The strong man named Bi couldn't help but feel angry.
The boy from the Western Sheng Kingdom had already made him go through a lot of troubles, but unexpectedly another one showed up to get in the way, and he didn't take them in the red gang at all.
If any Wuhou can ignore the Red Clothes Gang, then how can the Red Clothes Gang, one of the ten major forces in the Ancient Land of Ancestral Gods, continue to thrive in a place like the Ancient Land of the Ancestral Gods where the weak and the strong prey on each other!
Dare to underestimate the red gang, this will never be tolerated!
"You bastard, get out of here~!"
The strong man surnamed Bi was so angry that he shouted loudly, his whole body shook suddenly, and he punched Ye Fan.
""Red Flame Nine Layers Wave Fist"!"
Fierce red-gold flames erupted from his fists, and the fists connected with each other, forming nine huge fire wave fist shadows several feet in length, striking Ye Fan.
This overwhelming violent fist of flames surged one after another, like a wave of flames on the waves of an angry sea.
"Nine Layers of Wave Fist?!"
"This is a high-level combat skill in the Wuhou realm. The first punch can exert 100% of the power, and each subsequent punch will increase the power by 10%. After nine punches, it can be doubled eight times. power."
"Yes, this rune combat skill is very difficult to practice. But if you can master it, it will be extremely powerful, enough to challenge opponents several levels higher than you."
Among the huge crowd waiting in line at the ferry in Gujie Village, many Wuhou were well-informed. Seeing the power of Bi Zhuanghan's fire fist, their expressions were greatly shocked and they took a breath of air.
Those standing near Ye Fan changed their colors in shock, fearing that they would be affected, and hurriedly stayed away.
Even some of the Wuhou who were far away and lined up at the front of the ferry couldn't help but look at the strong man named Bi. He was considering whether to give up his position after the strong man surnamed Bi and the men from the red gang came over.
Whether it was the huge power of the Red Clothes Gang in the ancient land of the Ancestral God, or the fighting strength of the strong man named Bi, it was enough to make them fearful.
This time, Huo Guangcheng and Liao Hai also changed their colors, and instantly released powerful protective shielding energy to resist the rolling red flames coming towards their faces.
"Wuhou-level high-level rune combat skills?"
Ye Fan suddenly sneered disdainfully when he saw the strong man surnamed Bi blasting a Wuhou-level high-level red flame nine-layer wave fist at him.
He came all the way to the Ancient Land of the Ancestral Gods because the cultivation of martial arts had reached a bottleneck, so he did not need to waste time on cultivation, but concentrated on cultivating various rune combat skills.
Most of the rune combat skills he practiced were carefully selected by Shang from the vast sea of rune combat skills. Of course, they were the most powerful and efficient Wuhou-level perfect rune combat skills that could be practiced in the Wuhou realm.
High-level runic combat skills? It was not within his scope of consideration at all.
After practicing various types of rune combat skills for a full year, he was worried that he had nowhere to test the power of his latest rune combat skills. The little leader of the Red Clothes Gang, Wu Hou, actually hit the gun point and sent him to his door for a beating.