Tu Shanjun didn't care at all about Gaomen singing and drinking.
He felt that drinking from the wine bottle was particularly unsatisfactory, so he directly grabbed the wine jar, opened his big mouth and let the wine pour into his stomach.
I should eat and drink as I should, but it was not affected.
"Dong dong."
Heavy footsteps sounded, and a tall evil ghost appeared at the door of the lobby.
He was about six feet three, with two little ghosts following him.
It has green-faced fangs, log chiseled teeth, and two ghost horns less than an inch long on its forehead, which are smaller and lighter in color than Tushanjun's ghost horns.
If we were to say which of the two is the Two-Horned Ghost King, judging by their appearance, it is really easy to think that it is Tu Shanjun.
As soon as the two-horned ghost came in, he immediately locked eyes with Tushanjun and yelled, "Why is that green-faced fellow pretending to be me?"
"You are so unreasonable, you pretend to be me and you dare to speak so loudly." Tu Shanjun wiped his mouth, grinning, a pair of sharp fangs were perfectly connected, his expression looked inexplicably ferocious.
The ghosts in the palace looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn’t say anything to persuade me or say anything.
Since there are two two-horned ghost kings, of course the one who can fight is the real one. They will not be able to tell who is real and who is fake like humans.
The stronger the two horns, the better. The one who loses is not the two horns.
Hearing Tushanjun's words, the two-horned ghost king suddenly became furious.
"How brave!"
In an instant, the two-horned ghost king appeared in front of Tushanjun. With a cruel expression in his rage, he clenched his fists as big as a casserole and swung them.
The hunting fist wind caused Tu Shanjun's wild red hair to scatter.
But there was no difference in Tushanjun's expression at all.
"Can't you stop me?"
"Then just die." The two-horned ghost roared.
All the ghosts and ghosts in the audience just watched.
On the other hand, the bone girl who was nestling next to Tushan Jun opened her eyes wide, she could feel the coldness on her skin.
The sharpness is like cutting through the skin and piercing into the bones.
Close.
Getting closer.
Even the fine skin and cold hairs on the face tilted away.
If this punch landed on her head, she had foreseen that her head would explode like a watermelon.
"Bang."
The bone girl closed her eyes tightly and huddled up.
The pain I imagined did not come, but instead felt strangely quiet and calm.
The bone girl huddled in the shadow opened her eyes and looked up.
The blue-black arm lay horizontally in front of him, motionless, and his broad ghost hand caught the fist coming from the two-horned ghost.
One-arm block.
Tu Shanjun raised his head and drank heavily, and the bloody wine poured into his big mouth.
Silks will flow out from the corners of the mouth, and the red hair will be spread like a wild beast's mane, wild and unruly.
The two skeletal girls in the shadows actually saw admiration in each other's eyes.
When the two-horned ghost saw it, he was shocked and punched again with his free left hand.
"ah!"
"boom."
The wine jar immediately shattered, but it was already empty.
Tu Shanjun clenched it fiercely, and the residue of the wine jar in his hand suddenly turned into powder, and he made a half-bow fist.
Fired with a bang.
With just a bang, the body of the two-horned ghost was knocked out.
He rolled on the ground several times before finally stopping.
He spat out blood mixed with black, and just as he was about to raise his head, his eyes suddenly went dark.
It turned out that his huge body blocked the light behind him.
The two-horned ghost looked up, and in the backlight, he saw only a pair of scarlet ghost eyes opening in the shadow.
A terrifying sense of oppression came over him, making him feel timid for no reason.
His horns growled, his eyes were full of alertness, his body muscles were completely tense, and black mist drifted unnaturally.
Tushanjun wiped the corners of his mouth.
Good wine.
It's just too little, and it's not enough.
If you're too greedy to drink, it's better to take care of the two-horned ghost first.
Tushanjun stepped on the ground fiercely, and immediately stood on the ground with a bow and a horse. His body was like a stretched out full moon, and his fists, which were bigger than a casserole, were waving.
The two-horned ghost roared and bounced up. Although it was a moment slower, he still waved his fist.
Fists collide.
The oscillating ripples just escaped.
It's just that Tu Shanjun's fists are even better.
One punch passed.
The two-horned ghost's arms were completely broken up, hanging at his sides like noodles.
His body was also blown away again.
It hit the pillar of the hall hard.
Most of the body was embedded in it, and black and red blood flowed down the gap.
The two-horned ghost pulled his body out of the sealed pillar.
The blood on the top of his head kept flowing down, and his rickety body gradually straightened up.
"Hahaha."
The two-horned ghost laughed, and his arms turned like noodles, quickly returning to their original shape under the repair of the black ghost mist.
"How strong I thought you were, turns out you are only this strong."
"Then you'd better die."
The two horns on the forehead of the Two-Horned Ghost gradually grow longer.
It turned into blue-black, and even his own aura was rapidly improving.
Although the Two-Horned Ghost is still 80% qi-trained, the level of danger to Tushanjun now is completely different from that of the original ghost.
At the same time, the two-horned ghost closed his eyes.
"Close your eyes on the battlefield, you've had enough fun."
Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart: "Can I still be happy?"
No matter what the Two-Horned Ghost uses, even if he raises his strength to the ninth level of Qi training, he will still be defeated by his fists.
In the blink of an eye, a fist came.
The double-horned ghost with its eyes closed swayed slightly, dodging Tu Shanjun's punch.
At the same time, he raised his palms from bottom to top and slapped Tu Shanjun on his belly.
Tu Shanjun took half a step back and looked down. There were two ghost handprints on his stomach, and black blood flowed down the wounds.
If it hadn't been for the deflection of his center due to the punch, he wouldn't have been able to move at all, but it was undeniable that the two-horned ghost not only dodged his fist, but also blocked the attack with his backhand.
It looks like he needs to show some real skills.
This would force Wen Yue to support him with his magic power.
Wen Yue in the village at the foot of the mountain opened his eyes with a solemn expression.
Originally, the mana input was relatively stable, but from the beginning, he was at least doubling the mana input into the soul flag.
"Sir, you are in trouble."
You don't need to think about it to know that at this time, a fight with a ghost must have broken out.
Fortunately, he was well prepared, and both spiritual stones and ghost pills were within reach.
However, there was some shadow over Yinhun Dan Wen Yue. If it weren't for the suppression of Ghost Tears and Demonic Ape's Determining Fist, he might have died due to the explosion of so much evil energy.
This thing itself is a powerful medicine, you can take it in moderation, but you can't overdose.
Tu Shanjun punched quickly.
The fist formed an afterimage, and only one or two punches from a dozen punches could be hit.
The speed and strength of the Two-Horned Ghost have indeed been improved, but they are relatively limited.
Logically speaking, it is impossible to dodge Tushanjun's fist, and it can also accurately hit the nodes where the breath flows in Tushanjun's body.
This fighting method is similar to Tu Shanjun's battle with Cui Guang that day.
Because he is familiar with Yuan Ling Gong and Three Rainbow Sword Techniques, Tu Shanjun can always predict the enemy and make judgments in advance.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Tu Shanjun felt more and more that his guess was correct: "Those ghost horns may really have an ability similar to the mind's eye."
The corners of the Double-Horned Ghost's mouth were cracked and its fangs were exposed. While dodging Tushanjun's attacks, his fists also caused a lot of damage to Tushanjun.
The old ape hangs his seal and rubs his fist against the double-horned ghost's neck, hitting the gap.
"You can't hit me."
The two-horned ghost dodged slightly, as if he had already expected that Tushanjun's fist would land here, and his words were full of mockery.
Tu Shanjun turned his wrist slightly, and wrapped his open ghost hand around the neck of the two-horned ghost: "The old ape hangs the seal, intending to turn back."
After the ghost hand caught the two-horned ghost, Tushanjun raised his right fist.
Since the Two-Horned Ghost can fine-tune his body, as long as he can be caught, no matter how strong his mind is, it will be useless.
The two-horned ghost beat Tushanjun crazily in the hope of breaking free, but how could Tushanjun give him this chance?
Bang bang bang.
Tu Shanjun punched one after another, hammering the Two-Horned Ghost's head crazily, and black and red blood spattered on his face.
The corners of his mouth gradually raised.
This kind of fist-to-bone fighting is very satisfying.
Crazy hammering.
Until the evil ghost in his hand turned into a human shape and fell into a pool of blood behind him.
The two-horned ghost didn't know if he could still see clearly the guy pretending to be him, but he still stubbornly wanted to open his eyes and asked angrily: "Who are you?"
Tushanjun stopped punching, looked at the two-horned ghost and said, "My name is Tushanjun."
This is the second creature in this world that asked him who he was.
Maybe it was suppressed for too long, so Tushanjun also wanted to answer him properly.
"Tushanjun?"
The big-headed ghost king on the high seat looked solemn.
He had never heard of this person, but it was unlikely that he would jump out of a crack in the rocks.
How could an evil ghost with an eighth level of Qi training appear for no reason?
None of the monsters sitting here have not put in decades of hard work.
Moreover, the big-headed ghost saw some clues. Although Tushanjun's battle was violent, he was very methodical, and the flow of breath in his body was different from that of ordinary ghosts.
The big-headed ghost in gorgeous clothes raised his palm, and a black light shot out, directly piercing Tushanjun's shoulder, and black blood flowed from it.
Tushanjun squinted his eyes and stared at the big-headed ghost.
That black light just now was too fast.
It was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, and it was faster than a monk's flying sword.
"The evil ghosts who practice Qi Dzogchen are indeed very powerful."
But the wound still needs to be treated first.
His injury will affect Wen Yue. Now Wen Yue can't take more Yin Soul Pills, so he can only use Yin Soul Pills to treat his injuries first.
I took out the Yinhun Pill and was about to crush it and apply it on the wound to recover.
Who would have thought that the big-headed ghost on the seat had disappeared, and when he returned, he was holding a ghost pill the size of an egg.
The big-headed ghost looked stunned, and then took the Yinhun Pill in one gulp.
After closing his eyes for two breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly appeared in front of Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun secretly said bad, he is no match for the big-headed ghost now. Thinking of this, he will break his body and return to the soul flag.
"Brothers Tushan."
The big-headed ghost looked at Tushanjun with a smile.
Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised, but he was not in a hurry to take action. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Big Tou, what's the matter?"
"I wonder where Brother Tushan got the elixir just now?" the big-headed ghost said cheerfully.
Tu Shanjun understood immediately that it turned out that the big-headed ghost king was interested in the Yinhun Pill.
Seeing Tu Shanjun's hesitant look, the big-headed ghost hurriedly said: "Of course I will not take advantage of Brother Tushan. So, if you have any conditions, just ask."
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