The distance between the place where the missile was launched and the warriors was not long. After all, the place that could be seen with a telescope arrived at the speed of the missile, almost as soon as it was launched, and it reached the top of everyone's heads.
At this time, no one had time to escape.
All of them looked desperate.
"Why, why..."
"Who? Who is so vicious and wants to kill so many people..."
"I don't want to die..."
Everyone yelled.
"No, I have just come into contact with martial arts and have not yet become a true upper class person. I can't die here..."
Saranu murmured to himself, and suddenly asked Yang Yifei: "Master, what should I do?"
Before Yang Yifei could answer, the Tai Chi warrior who had been flattering just now sneered: "What can he do? Do you really think he is a god? No, he is just a lucky person."
They were about to die, and these people didn't care if they offended Yang Yifei.
"Damn it, if it weren't for you, we would have finished the race and left earlier, and we wouldn't have been ambushed."
"No matter how powerful you are, what can you do? You have the ability to shoot down missiles."
Some warriors made all sorts of sarcastic remarks.
Yang Yifei looked up.
He had a feeling that these missiles were aimed at him.
After all, other than him, none of the people present were qualified to be eliminated at such a cost.
"Stay where you are." Yang Yifei said calmly.
"Do not move?"
Everyone was stunned.
Isn’t that waiting to die?
Saranu, Yuchenzi and others all looked disappointed.
It seems that the powerful Yang Zong has no way to deal with the missiles.
"That's right. At least we all die together and have company on the road."
Yu Chenzi laughed at himself.
"It's a pity that I can't see Yang Zongjun conquer the world."
Li Jianhua said regretfully.
Yang Yifei smiled disdainfully: "It's just a missile..."
He stepped a little further.
Whoosh!
The whole person jumped hundreds of meters in an instant.
"Run away? He actually ran away?"
"Look, this is your martial arts leader. Faced with danger, he ran away without caring about your life or death."
"Hahaha, even if there is no use in running, can you outrun the missile?"
Warriors from all over the world started making various taunts again.
There was a surge of anger in the hearts of the Chinese warriors.
"I told you that you shouldn't support him. Look at him now. Even if he is an enemy of the martial arts circles of various countries, he actually abandons us and runs away. Is this kind of person worthy of leading our martial arts circles?"
A young Chinese warrior shouted loudly.
His face turned red and he gritted his teeth, wishing he could drag Yang Yifei back to die together.
"Shut up."
Yuchenzi shouted.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
The young warrior showed no fear at all: "I would feel ashamed to die with such a person who abandons his companions and runs away."
"That's right. We haven't abandoned our companions at least, but what about him? It's a waste of our support."
"I apologize to my colleagues in the martial arts circles from all over the world for having such people in our martial arts community."
Some Chinese warriors said one after another, and one of them actually bowed to apologize to everyone around him.
"I'm sorry about you. Yang Zong is right, why should you apologize?"
"That's right. Now of course I can run away one after another. Am I satisfied with staying and dying with you?"
"You have ulterior motives and you are a traitor."
The other Chinese warriors immediately retorted, and both sides began to quarrel.
"Shut up, everyone." Yu Chenzi shouted.
After all, he was a powerful person in the heavenly realm and the leader of Taiqing Palace. He was so majestic and solemn that no one dared to speak anymore.
Yu Chenzi sneered: "First, even if you all die, Yang Zong will not die. Second, even if you die, you are not worthy of dying with Yang Zong. Third, have you forgotten what Yang Zong said just now?"
"What did he say?"
"He seemed to say... stay put?"
"What does this mean? Leave us to die?"
Everyone was puzzled.
"Look, the missile has turned."
A man suddenly pointed at the sky and shouted.
Everyone immediately looked up.
Then he saw the missile that was about to land turn a corner and chase Yang Yifei at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the sharp sword hanging above his head disappeared.
"We survived!"
The crowd cheered, and many people sat down on the ground, their bodies sore and weak from the excitement of being rescued from a desperate situation.
"Their target is Mr. Yang."
Someone reacted suddenly.
"No wonder, I said, how can we people be qualified to use such things? Even if we add them all up, we can't buy these missiles."
"He is indeed the number one martial artist in Asia, but he can only kill him with missiles."
Seeing that they would not die, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and started chatting.
"Let me just say, Yang Zongyi and Bo Yuntian, although he is cruel in his methods of killing people and sects, and kills people whenever they disagree, his character is definitely not a problem. You see, he lured the missile away and used his own life and death in exchange for ours.
Safety."
A Chinese warrior said excitedly.
Everyone else looked at those who insulted Yang Yifei with contempt.
"People were kind enough to save lives, but these people actually insulted Lu Dongbin behind his back. This is really a dog-eat-dog attack on Lu Dongbin."
"An ungrateful person is worse than a dog."
"They are jealous, and jealousy makes people crazy."
some people said loudly.
"snort."
The young warrior from before snorted coldly and said: "The missile was directed at him. It is his responsibility to lead the missile away. Why should I thank him?"
"Yes. Without him, there would be no missile attack. Speaking of which, he owes us."
"He should pay us emotional damages."
"Then I want him to survive."
The people who were with the young warrior shouted one after another.
There are not only Chinese warriors, but also foreign warriors.
At this time, Yang Yifei's name was mentioned without any respect.
Saranu sneered.
"You think the master will definitely die?"
"Of course." Kameda Noono answered this time: "A missile bombardment, let alone a human being, can kill even a powerful object. Let alone ten missiles at once. Even if he is a god, he will definitely die."
His tone was full of excitement.
Yang Yifei killed so many Japanese warriors and lost one of his hands. Now he was finally about to die. There was nothing better than this.
He couldn't wait to notify the country and start celebrating.
Saranu said: "What if the master is not dead?"
"impossible."
Kameda Noo waved his hand: "He is definitely dead."
"Do you dare to bet?" Saranu stared at Kameda Noo and asked.
"Okay, what do you want to bet on?" Kameda Noono didn't care.
He was sure that Yang Yifei would die.
Saranu said: "If the master survives, you will all be his slaves."
The Japanese martial artists who came to compete this time, at most thirty or forty, were all the best in each major school. If they were all called Yang Yifei's slaves, they could wipe out the younger generation in the Japanese martial arts world in an instant.
Kameda Noono asked: "What if he dies?"
Saranu said: "I will be your slave."
"Okay." Kameda Noono was overjoyed. He had long coveted Saranu, but he didn't dare to take action. Now that he had such a good opportunity, he immediately agreed.
"It's a deal!"
If you like Peach Luck Immortal in the Mountain Village, please collect it: () Peach Luck Immortal in the Mountain Village is updated the fastest.