Peerless Conceited Cultivator

Although Ouyang Qingfeng was at the level of Profound Rank, he did not have the ability to defend against attacks even if he had been cleansed. He immediately fell to the ground after getting shot, and with blood flowing profusely from his lower abdomen, he shouted loudly: "Don't bother with me, run!"    

    

At the moment, Ouyang Qingfeng's face was covered in blood, he was in a miserable state, a mess that would make people's heart ache.    

    

But right now, in order to protect Yang Pann and him, the cultivation which he had been hiding for so many years, suddenly exploded. Roaring, he grabbed onto the door of the car and twisted his hands, causing a teeth-aching metallic sound to ring out, and the door was snapped in his hands.    

    

The next moment, he did not care about the blood dripping from his stomach. He stood up and ran towards the enemy in big strides. The bullets struck the door of the car and blocked it like a shield. Rays of sparks burst out.    

    

Ouyang Qingfeng swung the carriage door, which suddenly covered the two gunners' heads.    

    

The two gunmen's necks cracked a few times, their heads drooped to the side, their necks directly snapped, and they miserably fell to the ground.    

    

The power of his rage pressed down on the two of them.    

    

Yang Pann was indeed running!    

    

But not running away!    

    

Instead, he ran at a very high speed!    

    

Seeing that his brother had been injured, Yang Pann's killing intent surged, he used Concealment Phantom Steps, with a single step, he arrived in front of a gunner.    

    

A cold light flashed, the gunman only felt a chill and a warmth in his throat, Yang Pann's sword had already pierced and been pulled out, and a wave of blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain.    

    

"Damn, this kid is pretty fierce!" I'll make you strong! " Seeing that Yang Pann was being so ruthless, Zhao Ziming immediately turned his head and shot three shots at him.    

    

"Where did he get that sword? Storage Ring? "Oh my god, there's actually such a thing in this world!" On the other hand, the old man surnamed Liang, who was seated on the first passenger seat for Zhao Ziming, narrowed his eyes suddenly.    

    

Yang Pann's long sword flashed, sword light surged, like a surging river, it illuminated the entire area, the screams and screams sounded out continuously, in the blink of an eye, the remaining few gunners all lied down on the ground in various positions, all of them died!    

    

"Damn, that's not right. Isn't this brat's cultivation level just Yellow Rank?" Did I miss? My marksmanship isn't that bad! "    

    

When Zhao Ziming saw Yang Pann easily decapitate his entire group, his heart suddenly froze, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He couldn't figure out what was going on.    

    

"Zhao Ziming, come out and die!" Yang Pann dragged his blood dripping treasured sword, his eyes sharp like lightning, and approached Zhao Ziming.    

    

Damn, this kid, why is he so scary?    

    

At this moment, Zhao Ziming trembled in fear. He aimed the gun at Yang Pann and shot the rest of the four bullets at him.    

    

Yang Pann's body trembled a few times. Zhao Ziming was sure that he had hit Yang Pann, and at such a close distance, there was no reason for him to miss!    

    

It was as if in the next moment, Yang Pann was about to fall to the ground and not get up.    

    

With a few clangs, the four bullets fell off Yang Pann's body. As though Yang Pann was fine, he continued to walk towards him.    

    

"Damn, you can't even kill a bullet?" Could it be that this brat has a cultivation of Profound Rank!? " Zhao Ziming was dumbstruck. He was so shocked that his soul left his body.    

    

In fact, from his point of view, this youth's Yellow Rank cultivation was already very heaven-defying, but he never thought that he would actually have Profound Rank cultivation! This was simply a genius existence!    

    

In the next moment, Zhao Ziming wiped off his cold sweat, turned the key, and as the engine roared, the car immediately rushed over.    

    

"Trying to run? No way!" Yang Pann was already filled with killing intent as he explosively rushed out, like a hurricane, chasing after the carriage.    

    

"Humph, smelly brat, your skills are quite good. Today, this old man will fight with you!"    

    

However, the old man surnamed Liang, who was in the driver's seat, pushed open the door and jumped out. Like a big grey bird, he pounced towards Yang Pann.    

    

Yang Pann immediately changed his move and thrusted his sword towards the old man's throat.    

    

The old man's reaction was not slow either, with a slap of his right hand, he deflected the sword, and also borrowed the force of the backlash to retreat more than ten meters back, to stand face to face with Yang Pann.    

    

He looked up and down at Yang Pann, his eyes looking like a greedy person who had seen a large pile of gold. Greedy and hot, he laughed sinisterly: "You have the Storage Ring, moreover, you did not reveal your Qi, nor did you form a True Qi barrier, but you can defend yourself against bullets.    

    

"Hur hur, what are you talking about?" Yang Pann slightly narrowed his eyes. A sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, as his killing intent surged.    

    

This grey robed elder was the first person that had seen through his secret after arriving in this world. Yang Pann would definitely not let him live.    

    

Who can best keep a secret?    

    

Dead!    

    

"It must be, it must be! The Cultivator had not appeared in this world for hundreds of years! I didn't expect to meet one! "    

    

The old man surnamed Liang was so excited that his voice started to tremble. He looked at Yang Pann with an increasingly cold gaze.    

    

The reason Zhao Ziming intercepted Ouyang Qingfeng was obviously to snatch that Bone Cleansing and Marrow Scraping Pill, but at the same time, to vent his anger.    

    

As for Yang Pann, whether or not he wanted to kill her, was not that important anymore!    

    

But now, the old man found out that Yang Pann was just a piece of fat meat. With the Storage Ring and the cultivation technique, no matter what, it was fatal for him. Compared to the Bone Cleansing and Marrow Scraping Pill, however, it was not worth basking in the sun at all.    

    

Yang Pann had already determined that the man was at the peak of the Early Profound Rank and was slightly stronger than Chen Xuansheng.    

    

Therefore, Yang Pann struck first with power, without saying a word, his sword flashed, and like a white dragon, it swept towards the gray-robed elder.    

    

"Hua!"    

    

The old man waved his right hand and a soft whip danced like a mad snake, instantly wrapping the sword around it. He stomped his feet on the ground and retreated five to six meters away. At the same time, his right hand jerked violently.    

    

With a strange chi sound, Yang Pann's long sword was instantly wrapped tightly by the soft whip.    

    

With this, Yang Pann's treasured sword almost flew out of his hand, and furthermore, his palm was trembling from the immense force, as if it was in pain.    

    

"This old fellow is quite powerful …" Yang Pann was also a bit shocked and fearful, the sword in his hand tightened.    

    

If he was not at the fifth level of the Body Transformation realm and had an incomparably tyrannical physique, he might have already died from the shock of the whip's zhenqi and meridians breaking.    

    

Even with his current cultivation level, it would take a lot of effort to kill this fellow. It might even need both of them to die, because this old man knew his secret and was already on his guard!    

    

"Brat, you really do have some skills. However, even if you're using a cultivation technique, you can't release your aura. You've still failed."    

    

The gray-robed old man looked at Yang Pann, and laughed coldly: "So, I advise you to surrender, and obediently hand over the cultivation technique and Storage Ring. I, Liang Heng, might let you live!"    

    

"Senior Liang, if you really can keep your promise, then I'm also willing. In any case, I can't beat you …"    

    

Yang Pann acted as if he was seriously thinking, and then said with a frown: "However, how can you guarantee that you won't kill me after obtaining the treasure?"    

    

I, Liang Heng, am one of the three great reverends of the Zhao Family.    

    

Liang Heng said arrogantly, and then a look of love surfaced on his face. The gaze he used to look at Yang Pann also became appreciative: "Oh right, Pann Yang, I have been obsessed with ancient martial arts my entire life, and have neither marriage nor children. As for your heaven-defying cultivation, you are extremely perceptive. How about I acknowledge you as my foster son? Don't worry, if I become your foster father, I will definitely help you become a great reverend of the Zhao Family. Furthermore, I come from a very strong Ancient Martial Arts Sect sect, and I can even recommend you to join them. This way, you will be able to obtain a lot of cultivation resources! Furthermore, it is inevitable that you will miss out when studying the cultivation technique by yourself. If we were to cultivate together, we can verify each other out. Only then will we be able to cultivate as fast as possible! "    

    

"Really?" Yang Pann frowned, and said softly: "There is such a good thing. Not only did you not kill me, you even helped me?"    

    

"Of course. I am already old, and to put it harshly, I have already stepped into a coffin, and have long since lost the desire to compete for fame and wealth! "    

    

Liang Heng revealed an indifferent smile, and said: "I only want this technique and ring, I'm just curious, after playing around with it, I will return it to you!"    

    

"Ah?" That being the case, of course I'm willing to recognize you as my foster father! Do you need any ceremony? " Yang Pann immediately pretended to be happy and said.    

    

"Hahaha, you little brat, you've finally woken up. Kneel down and kowtow to me. Let's call it betrothal!"    

    

Liang Heng laughed out loud as he walked towards Yang Pann slowly. The hand that was holding onto the long whip loosened as well and the whip was thrown to the side.    

    

"Ah?" Isn't that formal enough? "Alright, then we will kowtow …" Yang Pann also threw away his treasure sword and rushed forward, lowering his head, his knees bent and he knelt down.    

    

But at this moment, a deceptive scene took place, causing Ouyang Zhantian and the recently bandaged Ouyang Qingfeng to be dumbstruck, as they cried out in alarm.    

    

But the moment Yang Pann's waist bent, his face that was originally full of smiles, was suddenly filled with a murderous intent. Unknowingly, a short blade with a cold gleam had appeared in his right hand, and quickly stabbed at Yang Pann's neck with lightning speed.    

    

Just as the short blade was about to pierce into Yang Pann's neck, it seemed as if Yang Pann would die in the next moment with blood all over.    

    

At this time, Yang Pann lowered his head, but it was as if he had grown eyes. He flipped to the right, and with a roll of five or six meters away, he grabbed his treasured sword and dodged the attack.    

    

"Aiya!" Liang Heng was like a cat whose tail was stepped on as he screamed miserably. He flew backwards over ten meters, and with a flip of his feet, he steadily stood on the ground. With a wave of his hand, the long whip appeared in his hand.    

    

"Brat, you dare to use a hidden weapon to injure me!"    

    

A faint line of blood appeared on his face. He was roaring in anger as fresh blood dripped down. Anger made his ferocious face seem even more terrifying.