These practitioners were shocked at once. At the same time, they retreated and roared. They saw that the ground with Yin-Yang pattern was cut into a deep and long straight line by a large black iron fan, which was connecting the two cauldrons of yin and Yang.

The practitioner who threw himself in front only felt a dark shadow appear in front of him, and then a fist grew bigger and bigger in front of him, and blew him out a long way with a puff.

The change made everyone suddenly in an uproar. When they looked at it, they saw a young and popular Yu Xuanang standing in the field, frowning coldly at them and saying coldly, "aren't so many people ashamed to beat an old man and a group of women!"

Seeing that the young man didn't know which stone he jumped out of, these practitioners shouted angrily, "smelly boy, which onion are you? Get out of here so that grandpa won't beat you!"

"Where are you from, little bastard? Get out of here, or your grandpa and I will have no eyes!"

The young man was looking at them coldly and suddenly shouted, "ho!!"

The truth was so loud that everyone was shocked. Suddenly thousands of Buddha's trumpets rang out in his mind. For a moment, everyone closed their mouths.

Zhang Tianhe was surprised and bowed his hands in awe: "I don't know which expert is here. Please report your name!"

The young man bowed his hands coldly and said in a sonorous voice, "I'm sorry, Li Yundong!"