The young man next to Xiao Fenggu took action because he saw that Xu Ming, a drowned dog that looked like a sick man, posed no threat.

Just in time to vent the dissatisfaction he had accumulated over the past few days, a flash of purple light flashed across his hand and a purple software appeared in his hand.

Xu Ming once noticed that the purple soft sword was originally wrapped around his waist. He thought it was just a belt, but he didn't expect it to be a sharp magic weapon.

I saw the breath surge in the young man's hand, causing the soft purple sword to stab Xu Ming between the eyebrows like a snake spitting a message.

In an instant, numerous sword shadows were drawn, but they were telling Xu Ming about his outstanding skills in swordsmanship.

"You meddling boy, die!!"

Facing this intimidating sword energy, all Xu Ming did was to slowly take half a step back, and then he used the force from his waist and his strong arms to hit the young master in front of him hard.

The ear-piercing sonic boom overwhelmed everything, and the flesh-and-blood fist that was supposed to be completely destroyed under the soft purple sword actually hit the sword body first and last.

The powerful force and energy that penetrated everything flowed along the body of the purple soft sword and poured into the young master's hand that tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sharp trembling sword hilt tore his tiger's mouth in an instant, and naturally he could no longer hold the soft purple sword.

Moreover, the powerful force coming from the sword almost sent it flying backwards.

The soft purple sword that came out of his hand was grasped by Xu Ming before it hit the ground.

He flicked the sword with his fingers together, and a long and thick sword sound suddenly came out.

"The sword is not bad, but it's just with the wrong person..."

Even if Xu Mingdang put the purple soft sword into the square inch ring, the scene that made the young man see the three corpse gods jumped violently. They ignored the red blood snakes spilling from their mouths and noses and struggled to fight again.

Xu Ming shouted to fight and kill.

But all this was blocked by Xiao Fenggu beside him, and then he spoke.

"Young Master, I am no match for this person. I have the right to use my own methods."

"Master, you must bring that soft sword back to me. I will cut off one of its arms with my own hands."

Xu Ming naturally looked down upon what this older giant baby did.

Immediately, most of his mind was focused on the gloomy old man beside him. Although his cultivation in the Dongxu stage was just a paper tiger pretending to be powerful, he was in the end the real Nascent Soul stage.

Now that I can't use even half of my spiritual energy, it's really no different from losing all my cultivation.

But what Xiao Fenggu did next made him a little surprised.

With a wave of his sleeve, a black shadow emerged from his square ring.

At the same time as the black shadow appeared, a gust of wind suddenly rose, and a smelly smell penetrated into Xu Ming's nostrils unhindered.

But the thing in front of him seemed somewhat familiar to Xu Ming.

Immediately it rang out, the black-haired zombie that he had encountered on the first floor of the Star Reaching Building.

The rather sturdy black figure in front of me is probably related to the black-haired zombie.

It's just that this thing between a zombie and a puppet made Xu Ming feel a hint of the aura unique to the Yuanying Stage monks.

Moreover, this aura does not belong to the gloomy old man beside him, but obviously belongs to the puppet himself.

Could it be that the predecessor of this black-haired zombie was actually a monk in the Yuanying realm?

This can't help but surprise Xu Ming, because once the cultivation level reaches the realm of Yuanying, it is naturally difficult for the soul to transform into an infant, even if he wants to die.

Once the Nascent Soul emerges from the Heavenly Spirit, the remaining physical body will naturally not be left behind.

There are indeed very few Nascent Soul monks who can be left like this and be trained into black-haired zombies.

While Xu Ming was greatly surprised, the thing tentatively called Nascent Soul's black-haired zombie had quietly attacked him.

Different from the black-haired zombies encountered in the Star Reaching Tower before, this thing is not stiff at all and can make agile muscle reactions like ordinary humans.

Moreover, with no breath at all, it is really impossible to guard against it.

Although Xu Ming's six senses were different from ordinary people, he was still approached by this thing.

There was a roar in his ears, and Xu Ming subconsciously dodged, but it was already too late.

There was a pop, and blood and flesh splattered.

Nascent Soul's black hair was sharp and sharp, unlike ordinary people's palms, and it took away a large amount of flesh and blood from Xu Ming's shoulder.

A hideous wound that was deep enough to show the bones suddenly appeared on his thin body, and the blood flowing through him wetted his clothes in the blink of an eye.

But Xu Ming still tried his best to distance himself from him extremely calmly, and immediately punched him in the body. With the overbearing force poured into him, he pushed him away from him.

But Xu Ming knew that the punch he just punched did not seem to cause any fatal damage to him.

When the domineering energy hit him, he was swallowed up like a mud cow entering the sea.

It seemed that his slightly bulging robe had just proved that Xu Ming's punch was not fake.

"This thing is different from the black-haired zombie. It seems to be more like a puppet."

In just a moment of fighting, Xu Ming knew the reality of this object.

The wound on his shoulder also began to heal slowly under the influence of his own strong body. The growth of granulation at the wound made his scalp numb.

Xiao Fenggu saw this extremely special scene on Xu Ming at a glance, and immediately had an idea in his mind.

"This son's physical body is more suitable for refining a puppet than my Nascent Soul puppet."

"Without the tempering of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it is possible to have such a powerful body. If it is refined into a puppet, it will be a heaven-level one at best."

Imagine being surrounded by a puppet who is only stronger than a heaven-level puppet, coupled with his own weird and unpredictable methods and Yuan Ying Futures' real cultivation level.

I'm afraid I can have a good fight with the Dzogchen monks in the Nascent Soul Stage.

This is undoubtedly more enviable than any beast with golden eyes, and with this thought in mind, Xiao Fenggu naturally does not intend to kill Xu Ming completely.

Capturing alive is undoubtedly the best way to refine a puppet, so his thought made Nascent Soul Black-haired Zombie slow down his pressing attack step by step.

The young master beside him obviously didn't know what kind of medicine Xiao Fenggu was selling in this gourd, but when he saw that the man who had snatched his beloved sword had a moment of respite, he said angrily.

"Master, what do you mean by giving him a breath?"

Facing his disciple's questioning tone, Xiao Fenggu's face flashed with a twitch involuntarily.

The obvious murderous intention in the depths of his eyes flashed past, but it was concealed very well and did not show even a trace.

"Now is not the best time to kill this bastard. His life may still be of some use."

Thoughts flashed through Xiao Fenggu's mind, and he already had a plan to deal with the young master.

"Young master, don't be anxious. When I capture this man alive and deliver it to you personally, you will still be able to do whatever you want with him."

"That's the best thing..."
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