Chapter Fifty-eight The Soul King takes action and becomes a drug slave?
"Iron arm!"
A few days after arriving in Shura Village, the Demonic Eyes and Iron Arms were used one after another, and a large amount of the spirit-gathering pills were consumed. But now Zhuo Yifan could not care about so much. He started his hands like a tiger and leopard, and moved the stars with his steps. Under Zhou Wubing's momentum
At the moment of oppression, the whole person's aura changed, and a pair of arms began to glow with metallic luster, and pieces of gold were reflected in the surroundings under the lights of the restaurant.
"Is this also a spiritual skill? Why do I not have what he has..."
Zhou Wubing had never seen such a weird spiritual skill before. He wanted to kill Zhuo Yifan more and more intensely. With a sinister smile on his face, his meditation power was quietly released, and his fists came with a violent wave of energy, as if
Indestructible, with the power of meditation, countless blurred and illusory fist shadows are rolled out.
Bang bang bang!... Every punch was a killing move, as heavy as a cannonball. Under the fierce attack, Zhou Wubing was like a crazed beast.
A huge force surged in, and Zhuo Yifan had to concentrate on retreating and fighting hard with the physical fists strengthened by meditation power. He was simply asking for trouble. With the dynamic vision of the magic pupil, Zhuo Yifan's body moved towards him like a ghost.
He moved about a foot to the side to avoid the attack.
Buzz!…
Zhou Wubing's spiritual pressure finally stimulated the ring. After a slight tremor, there was another strange movement. The surrounding spiritual pressure and meditation power disappeared at the same time, and was strangely absorbed into the ring.
Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt relieved and watched Zhou Wubing's punches with a smile.
"Hide! Let's see how long you can hide!" Zhou Wubing struck with a left hook, straight towards Zhuo Yifan's temple. Even a slight touch was enough to kill someone, and he used all kinds of methods.
Extremely.
"Look who dies."
As soon as Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He used the Fengying Step to the extreme, and it turned into an afterimage and suddenly disappeared.
"Afterimage? Not good!"
Seeing that the punch failed, Zhou Wubing saw a series of leg shadows coming from the side, and immediately gritted his teeth, amplifying the meditation power in his mind without reservation.
Star kick! The twelve palaces all come out! Zhuo Yifan's eyes are blood red and he finally kills.
Boom! An invisible impact collided with Zhuo Yifan, and in an instant the two figures flew backwards at the same time.
The Achilles tendon was obviously torn, and the severe pain caused Zhuo Yifan to be unable to stand upright. His face turned blue from the pain, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.
"Pfft!" Zhou Wubing spit out a mouthful of blood, anger spread all over his body, and the veins on his forehead couldn't help but bulge, becoming extremely ferocious.
"Why is this happening?" Zhou Wubing's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and a chill surged in his heart. He never expected that Zhuo Yifan could be so strong without the help of Lan Ran and Le Shi.
He was unable to do such a thing, kicking Zhou Hong away and breaking his own ribs with one move. In other words, Zhuo Yifan was even stronger than him. But he still couldn't figure out that a small physical practitioner
, how to offset his spiritual pressure?
This is so weird!
"Soul cultivation is noble, but it is not a measure of strength." Zhuo Yifan was a little dizzy. He didn't expect Zhou Wubing to risk the destruction of his spiritual brain in a fight to the death at the last moment. To make matters worse, he found that his sight
It became dim.
The side effects of using the Demon Eyes one after another are finally coming, which will mean that Zhuo Yifan will once again face the crisis of blindness.
"Zhou Wubing, I hope you won't provoke me again. I said that I will leave when I achieve my goal."
He knew that his departure would still not be able to fundamentally solve the problem. Zhou Wubing would still use his own power to unscrupulously harm himself in Shura Village, and even harm Le Shilan Shuang'er. Anyway, they would be in trouble with the Zhou family, so it would be a disaster.
It's better to just kill him.
However, if Zhuo Yifan doesn't leave now, he may be the one who turns into a cold corpse. He is holding back a rage in his heart and wants to kill all these people!
But taking action now is not a wise decision.
"You want to leave? I see, you are also seriously injured. Otherwise, you will definitely kill me." Zhou Wubing said in a cold tone, "Zhuo Yifan, do you think I won't invite experts to take charge of me if I invite you here?
?Although my father is in seclusion, no one in my Zhou family can deal with you."
"What do you want to do?" Zhuo Yifan flashed to the door of the restaurant. Several family members immediately surrounded him and blocked the door, preventing him from going out. At this moment, he could clearly feel the throbbing of his ring.
The warning trembling from the ring continued to accelerate with the heartbeat, stronger than ever before!
"Do you want to leave now?" An eerie voice came from behind, immediately sending shivers down Zhuo Yifan's spine.
Zhuo Yifan was startled, then slowly turned around, and a man appeared in his sight.
This is a middle-aged man in a brown robe. He is not wearing the animal skin clothing of Shura Village. He is thin and has a triangular beard. He has an average appearance. He does not even have a trace of meditation power or spiritual power fluctuations on his body. But Zhuo Yifan feels extremely strong.
!
What surprised Zhuo Yifan even more was that after he just glanced at this man, he began to feel weak all over and his limbs were numb, as if his acupoints had been tapped. But at some point, there was an imperceptible needle hole on the back of his hand, pointing outwards.
Bleeding.
"What did you do to me?" Zhuo Yifan felt a chill in his heart. Knowing that disaster was coming, his face quickly turned cold.
"Are you feeling dizzy, numb, and weak? Don't worry, this is just a type of drug, and it won't kill you for the time being. You are disrespectful to Master Wu, and I'm just treating you a little bit.
It's just a small punishment." The Soul King smiled sinisterly, a ray of light flashed in his left hand, and it turned out to be a silver needle!
"Soul King, I didn't expect that you would need to take action personally in the end. This person can be tortured by the master, but just don't kill him for the time being. I will make his life worse than death!" Zhou Wubing said fiercely.
"Hehe, don't worry about this, Mr. Wu. I just developed a poison, and many spirit beast poison slaves died. It's a pity. This person is tough and has a good physical education. I think he should be able to torture me for a while.
I will never kill him easily."
The Soul King laughed without any scruples, and at this time, Zhou Wubing, who was unable to move after being beaten, also stood up again with the help of two followers, with a cold light in his eyes: "The Soul King said so, of course I feel relieved.
."
The two were chatting and laughing. Zhou Wubing approached Zhuo Yifan step by step. He pinched Zhuo Yifan's cheeks with his hands, "Boy, aren't you very arrogant? Talk!"
"You actually poisoned me, how despicable..." Zhuo Yifan felt like he couldn't stand still.
"Pah!" Zhou Wubing slapped him in the face: "How dare you! You actually called me a despicable brat. If you offend someone you shouldn't offend, you deserve to die!"
"Wu Shaoling suffered a brain concussion and is not easily angry. It's better to rest first. Leave this son to me." Soul King's eyes were full of excitement, and he put his nose up to smell Zhuo Yifan like a dog.
, disgusting praise: "What a beautiful body... I wonder how many days this poison slave can handle my newly invented poison?"
When Zhou Wubing saw the Soul King's appearance, he had long been accustomed to it. A sneer flashed across his lips, as if he had already seen the scene of Zhuo Yifan being insulted by the Soul King! Any arrogance is useless under the Soul King's poison!
"Master Wu, this glass of wine..." Zhou Hong offered the poisoned wine, extremely excited.
"Rubbish!"
When the Soul King saw the glass of wine, he immediately became angry. He flipped his sleeve and knocked the glass over. Then he took out a small paper bag from his arms: "This kid's body is stronger than you think. This little bit of water has been mixed with water."
The Soul-Eating Powder is useless, if you want to use it, just use my specially made enhanced version of the Soul-Eating Powder!"
"Let me do it! I have long wanted to teach this arrogant fool a lesson!" Zhou Qing grabbed the powder and couldn't wait to open Zhuo Yifan's mouth, pour the soul-eating powder in, and sneered in his heart: I told you to rob me.
Shuang'er, I want your life to be worse than death!
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