Chapter 65

"Hahaha..."

"Master Jing Yan, you really know how to joke! Hahaha..."

Jing Mingyang laughed uncontrollably, the cold light in his eyes barely concealed, and he sneered inwardly with anger.

At this moment, Jing Chenxing was also somewhat dazed.

Jing Yan actually dared to ask Jing Mingyang for compensation? And the amount of compensation was two thousand four hundred spirit stones.

Was Jing Yan really joking?

Two thousand four hundred spirit stones was no small amount.

After all, when Jing Yan borrowed spirit stones from the fourth elder, Jing Tianying, Jing Tianying only had about two thousand spirit stones on him.

Jing Chenxing stared blankly at Jing Yan, momentarily forgetting to speak.

Jing Qingyan was even more incredulous. He felt that his thoughts had become sluggish.

Jing Qingyan did not know that Jing Yan had defeated Li Tianfu. He had just returned to Donglin City from a small town far from the city. He thought Jing Yan's realm was still continuously declining.

Precisely because of this, he was even more shocked.

If Jing Yan angered Jing Mingyang, would he be directly arrested by the latter? With the old patriarch gone, Jing Mingyang really had the audacity. He could just arrest Jing Yan first and then release him later.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Jing Yan gently shook his head, a smile on his face. "Jing Mingyang, if you take out two thousand four hundred spirit stones now, it will be over for you. If you don't, I can guarantee you will regret it."

Jing Yan's voice was calm, but in that calmness, Jing Mingyang felt a pressure.

The person standing in front of him could defeat a Ninth Rank Martial Dao expert like Li Tianfu!

Did this Jing Yan really dare to fight him?

Jing Mingyang subconsciously glanced at the market guards he had brought. These guards were all his confidants, their loyalty unquestionable.

But could they stop Jing Yan?

Among the guards Jing Mingyang brought, two were Ninth Rank Martial Dao cultivators.

The Western Market was one of the most important assets of the Jing family, so its protective forces were naturally strong. The entire market had over ten Ninth Rank Martial Dao guards. Moreover, if anything happened in the market, the elders stationed in the family would come to the rescue in a timely manner.

Seeing the two Ninth Rank Martial Dao guards not far from him, Jing Mingyang's courage grew. He himself was also a Ninth Rank Martial Dao cultivator. He didn't dare to say he was definitely Jing Yan's match, but for Jing Yan to defeat him wouldn't be easy either.

In the Extreme Combat Association, although Jing Yan defeated Li Tianfu, that victory wasn't decisive.

It was said that Jing Yan almost lost to Li Tianfu, and it was only due to an unexpected turn of events that Li Tianfu was forced off the combat platform.

In other words, Jing Yan's actual strength should be about the same as Li Tianfu's.

Although Li Tianfu was strong, Jing Mingyang had to admit that Li Tianfu was indeed stronger.

He and these two guards were also battle-hardened elites.

With these thoughts, Jing Mingyang relaxed.

"Jing Yan, you are too arrogant. You dare to cause trouble in this market?"

"Hmph, do you really think your grandfather is still alive?"

Just as Jing Mingyang was about to speak, Jing Chuanling finally couldn't hold back and started shouting.

Since Jing Yan appeared, he had completely ignored him, which made his anger grow.

At this moment, he was also trying to prove his existence and draw attention to himself.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, Jing Yan's gaze swept toward Jing Chuanling.

His eyes were cold and intimidating.

In the past, although Jing Chuanling had disappointed Jing Yan, Jing Yan didn't bother to argue with a minor figure. So, even though Jing Chuanling had provoked him multiple times, Jing Yan never struck back.

But now, this despicable man was colluding with Jing Yuxin and forcing Uncle Chenxing.

Even if this scoundrel didn't jump out, Jing Yan would have to settle accounts with him later. Now, this scoundrel was still jumping out, continuing to insult Jing Yan.

"Chuanling!"

"Know your place!"

"Otherwise, you'll suffer. Chuanling, I want to ask you, what are you? Did I speak to you? You jump out and shout without being asked, do you want to die?" Jing Yan coldly scanned Jing Chuanling.

Seeing Jing Yan's gaze, Jing Chuanling was startled and paused for a moment.

Then, his face turned red with embarrassment.

In front of so many people, he was actually intimidated by Jing Yan.

He had lost face.

"Rustle!"

He suddenly drew his long sword, staring angrily at Jing Yan.

"Jing Yan, are you going to fight me? Hmph, others may fear you, but I, Jing Chuanling, do not. Come on, take out your weapon! Take out your sword and fight me!" Jing Chuanling shouted loudly.

Of course, he wasn't really going to fight Jing Yan.

In fact, he didn't think he was Jing Yan's match. Regardless of the process, the fact that Li Tianfu was defeated by Jing Yan was undeniable.

The reason Jing Chuanling dared to say such things was because Jing Yuxin and Jing Mingyang were still here.

If Jing Yan really fought, Jing Mingyang and the others wouldn't stand by and watch.

"Do you even deserve for me to draw my sword?" Jing Yan sneered, his eyes flashing.

"Boom!"

A terrifying surge of yuan qi suddenly erupted from Jing Yan's body.

Under Jing Yan's control, this surge of yuan qi didn't spill out and rushed directly toward Jing Chuanling.

Jing Mingyang and the others were standing very close to Jing Yan, but this surge of yuan qi didn't even stir their clothes.

This showed how exquisite Jing Yan's control over yuan qi was.

"Ah!"

Holding his long sword, Jing Chuanling felt as if a mountain had directly collided with his body.

Then, he let out a惨叫 and was sent flying.

"Puff! Puff!"

He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his body flying dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.

His face was as white as paper, his eyes filled with fear.

His entire body was burning with pain. His injuries were clearly severe, and his martial arts meridians were likely damaged.

With a wave of his hand, Jing Chuanling didn't even have time to resist. Jing Chuanling was a genuine Eighth Rank Martial Dao cultivator.

How was this possible? How could Jing Yan do this?

Jing Mingyang and the others didn't even have time to react. Even if they wanted to save Jing Chuanling, they couldn't have done it.

The many martial artists watching around them were also stunned, and the whispers came to an abrupt stop. Everyone stared at Jing Yan with wide eyes.

What kind of strength was this?

Jing Chuanling wasn't weak! And yet, he was sent flying like this, and Jing Yan didn't even draw his weapon. How could the gap between them be so great?