Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 873

Hearing what Ling Yanyan said, the gloom on Zhao Chengyun's face gradually dissipated, and he said, "Kid, you're quite clever. Not bad, I'll remember you."

As they spoke, Zhao Chengyun took out a pill from his pocket and handed it to Ling Yanyan, saying, "Swallow this, and you will be able to advance to the third level of the Tempering Origin Realm."

"Thank you, Master Zhao." Ling Yanyan accepted the pills without hesitation, then asked, "Master Zhao, shall we continue on our way?"

Zhao Chengyun shook his head and said calmly, "We have already found the thousand-year-old black iron vein, so there is no need to go any further."

"Uh!" Upon hearing this, Ling Yanyan's expression changed slightly, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Along the way, Ling Yanyan encountered many dangers and was in peril. He finally arrived at the valley, but he never expected that all his efforts would be in vain.

"Kid, you're lucky. Now that you're here, just stay put." Zhao Chengyun said this and turned to leave the valley.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan couldn't help but curse as he watched Zhao Chengyun's departing figure.

Just then, a sharp sound of wind being cut rang out.

A dazzling golden light, carrying a sharp blade of light, slashed through the void towards Ling Yan Yan.

"Not good!" Ling Yanyan exclaimed in alarm and quickly raised his sword to block.

"Clang!"

The swords clashed and sparks flew.

Ling Yanyan's face showed a look of pain, and the tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the sword was torn open, and blood was dripping from it.

Similarly, the golden light also dissipated.

Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a spear, entirely golden in color, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

"Who? Get out here!" Ling Yanyan roared, his eyes blazing with fury, wishing he could skin the attacker alive.

"Swish!"

Two whooshing sounds rang out, and two burly, robust figures appeared out of thin air in Ling Yanyan's sight.

Both men were clad in armor, with menacing faces and imposing presence.

The leader, in particular, possessed an incomparably powerful aura, like a prehistoric beast, making it suffocating.

"A martial apprentice at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Realm!"

Upon realizing the strength of the newcomer, Ling Yanyan's face turned deathly pale.

"Who are you?" Ling Yanyan asked in a deep voice, suppressing his panic.

The leader grinned menacingly and said, "You are not worthy to know who we are. Just surrender obediently."

Ling Yanyan frowned and said, "Were you sent by the Qin family to kill me?"

The leader of the group said mockingly, "That's right, it was the Qin family who sent us to take your life."

Ling Yanyan's eyes darted around as he asked, "Why does the Qin family want to kill me?"

The man in the lead shrugged and said sarcastically, "You'll find out soon enough."

"Shh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leading man leaped out and struck Ling Yanyan in the chest with a palm.

"Humph!"

Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, pushed off the ground with his feet, drew his sword from its sheath, and unleashed a sharp sword light, aiming straight for the leader's throat.

"A mere trick!" The leader sneered, his left hand reaching out to precisely grip the blade.

"Crack!"

With a slight exertion, the leading man crushed Ling Yanyan's treasured sword on the spot, and then punched Ling Yanyan in the stomach.

Ling Yan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his body contorting like a shrimp.

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan roared, urging his true energy and gathering the power of the Heavenly Sun in his legs, using the momentum to propel himself into the air.

"Hmm?" Seeing Ling Yanyan suddenly shoot towards him, the leading man raised an eyebrow and immediately dodged to the side.

Ling Yanyan brushed past the neck of the leading man, stirring up a wisp of foul-smelling sweat.

"That kid is indeed cunning!"

The leading man snorted coldly, a chill flashing deep in his eyes.

"Shhhhhh!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Ling Yanyan flicked his wrist and slashed several times with his sword, sealing off the area around the leading man.

The sword's edge clashed violently with the golden light, producing a crisp, piercing sound.

The leading man was so fast that Ling Yanyan could barely track his movements.

In a moment of carelessness, Ling Yanyan was caught off guard and the leader of the group seized the opportunity to slap him on the shoulder, causing him to scream in pain.

"Damn bastard!" Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath, taking the opportunity to jump a hundred meters away.