"Who is it?" The old man surnamed Zhu's face changed. When he heard the conversation between the two, it was obvious that he had been hiding on it for a long time. But he had never heard it and couldn't help but feel a big loss of face.

"Zhu Que, you old bastard can't even hear my voice. It seems that your ears are deaf. Well, I think you are not far from being buried." As the sound rang out, an old beggar in rags fell from the air.

"However, it's the old beggar. I didn't expect that you, the old guy, is not dead yet." Zhu Que said with a calm face.

"I won't die if you die." The old beggar was a person who refused to suffer losses and responded with a retort.

"Touch." The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground scared everyone present. Only when they saw clearly that it was a burly boy who landed on the ground could they calm down.

"Who is this old guy?" the young man walked up to the old beggar and stared at Zhu Que and asked.

"He has a nickname called 'Red Cirrus Heavenly Lord'. He thinks he is awesome and is awesome all day long. But in my eyes, he is nothing." The old beggar snorted coldly in his nose. Since he appeared, he has played against Zhu Que, the "Red Cirrus Heavenly Lord". It seems that there is a gap between the two.

"'Red Corpse Heavenly Lord' Zhu Que!" The three brothers of Qi couldn't help but screamed.

This "Red Corpse Heavenly Lord" Zhu Que is a famous devil in the martial arts world. The red corpse he practices is so vicious. If the person he hits, if there is no antidote, he will be invaded by the corpse poison, and will turn into a red corpse in three days.

"Oh, 'Shit Eater', this name is really interesting." The burly boy couldn't help but smile.

"Boy, seeking death." The man called Nan'er shouted angrily. He jumped, and his palms attacked the burly boy's chest with a pungent corpse.

The burly boy frowned and felt a little disgusted between his eyebrows and eyes. He took a step back slightly with his left foot, made way for half of his body, and just avoided the man's palms, and elbowed the man with his right hand.

"Crack." The sound of the bone breaking sounded.

The man named Nan'er's neck tilted and fell softly to the ground. However, his neck was hit by a burly boy with an elbow, and his bones were shattered in one move.

Looking at the disciple lying on the ground, without any anger, the "Red Corpse Heavenly Lord" couldn't help but change his face. He flew to the corpse, hugged the corpse and shouted in grief: "Nan'er."

But the burly boy stood aside and looked coldly, as if he had done something insignificant just now.

The old beggar looked at it with a look of shock on his face. He didn't expect that this young man who didn't look very good would be so powerful that he killed Zhu Que's beloved disciple with one move. You know, his disciple was a warrior of the peak level of acquired nature, and he killed him like this, without even room for fighting back.

He could see that the young man had not used a trace of true energy just now, and he relied on his own strength. He could kill a acquired warrior without using true energy. He had a rich fighting experience and his own kung fu was also very powerful.

"I dare to kill my junior brother, I will take my life." Zhu Que's other disciple shouted and rushed up. Although he shouted and rushed up, there was a loud thunder and rain. He stopped and let out a slight scattered yellow dust in the darkness.

The old beggar had a very sensitive nose. When he sprinkled poison powder, his body was covered with air and bounced away. He did not help the burly boy. He wanted to see how powerful this strange boy was.

The burly boy was still standing there, smelling the poisonous powder in the air, rubbed his nose and kept yawning.

The disciple named Qi'er was overjoyed. His poisonous powder, as long as he was stained with human body and without antidote, would be extremely itchy. The poisoned person could not bear the itch and kept holding it. As long as he scratched for half an hour, he would drip himself with blood, scratched countless scratches on his body, screaming on the ground. He liked to hear this sound. He used to torture his opponents.

But he found that the burly boy in front of him did not have the itch he imagined, and he kept scratching.

Could it be that he has something to ward off poison, or that he is invincible to all poisons? In order to verify his idea, he took out three long needles while the burly boy was yawning, and threw them out at the burly boy's chest. The blue light was shining on it, which showed that it was stained with a highly poisonous one.

The burly boy was still standing there, not seeing him avoid him, but the three poisonous needles he shot were gone.

Just as he was stunned, the burly boy stopped yawning, stepped in front of him and said, "Are you looking for this?" In his hand, there were three long needles with blue light shining.

Before he could react, the long needle in the burly boy's hand was thrust hard on his neck, and the whole needle was penetrated into his body.

In an instant, the man who called Qi'er's neck turned black and spread rapidly throughout his body.

He fell straight to the ground, and a foul smell emanated from the body.

"Ah!" When Zhu Que reacted, his other disciple was also dead.

"I must tear you into pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart." Zhu Que looked at the burly boy with a ferocious expression, and the hatred he made was filled with in his heart.

"My bones are hard, I just don't know if you can cut them off." The burly boy said indifferently.

"Ah!" Zhu Que shouted, and he rose up in a row. He slapped the burly boy's chest with his palms and slapped the Fengfu acupoint behind his head with one palm.

The fierce palm wind emitted a strong corpse air. Even the old beggar saw it, he was shocked. He was afraid that the burly boy could not handle it, so he wanted to help him, but the distance was a little far, and it was too late.

"Touch. Touch." Two loud noises.

Everyone looked at it with their eyes wide open, especially Zhu Que, with disbelief in their eyes. He could open the monument and crack the stone with all his strength, and the corpse poison in his palm could corrode everything.

But with his full strength, the burly boy did not have a skull shattered, and his chest was not melted by the corpse poison on his palm. He was still standing in front of him alive.

"I said, my bones are very hard. You can't cut them open. You just don't believe it. How are you doing now? You're hit. Alas, it's so sad." The burly boy looked at him in a daze and said in a sigh.

"Ah!" Zhu Que still didn't believe it, and turned his palm into a fist, hitting the burly boy's chest like raindrops.

The burly boy stood there and asked him to hit. This scene was like an angry little girl, waving her soft fist and venting her slamming her chest. In the eyes of the boy, this was enjoyment.

"You have been fighting for a long time, and you are tired, so it's time to rest. This time, let's change me." The burly boy grabbed Zhu Que's dry wrist and punched him in the face.

"Kaku." Zhu Que's face was sunk directly, and his thin body was blown away and smashed into the rocks.

"This old man is really a shit eater. I was beaten to death so easily. It's boring. Alas, I have to go back and take a shower." The burly boy wrinkled his nose as he smelled the stench on his body, and felt very bored.

Everyone woke up as he watched his tall back leave.
Chapter completed!