Jiang Feng, who is known as "the dragon and the phoenix that punches out", can be described as high-spirited.
At the age of thirty, he has reached the sixth level of Qiankun Realm from Litian. In recent years, he has been scrambled by countless aristocratic families to recruit him. The county prince's palace has been bleeding heavily, and his family members have been bribed with twenty pieces of gold wire per year.
Moreover, because one person attained enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascended to heaven, and many of them worked under the princes.
At this moment, Jiang Feng stared at his right fist, which seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke and had a black halo.
Jiang Feng turned around and glared at the poisonous man, signaling him not to interfere. He turned his head, smiled broadly, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips.
He flipped his right hand and rushed straight towards Wang Luo who was hiding.
With one punch, a stone wall will appear in the space. Every punch will hit the flesh, but every time the punch reaches Wang Luo, a stone wall will appear.
Jiang Feng frowned and couldn't figure it out. He was obviously at the second level of knocking, so where did he get these magic weapons? They can actually be used as body armor.
Jiang Feng kept mumbling something. When he broke the ninety-ninth stone, Jiang Feng paused deliberately for a while: "Haha, so that's what happened."
"Bang!"
Jiang Feng stepped forward with his feet on the ground, and punched Wang Luo with a firm stance, hitting Wang Luo hard.
Wang Luo groaned, backed away, and fell to the ground.
"Even though you have such amazing skills, you are actually only at the second level. I have tested you ninety-nine times, are you unable to bear it for the hundredth time? Your pace has become more and more chaotic, and your breathing is not steady enough.
"
"Okay!"
Jiang Feng roared angrily, and punched out with his right fist. It was like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. The fist tore through the surrounding aura, and sparks shot out. A dragon came out, looking up to the sky and roaring.
If this punch really hits Jiang Feng, he will either die or be injured.
Wang Luo took two steps with his right foot and dodged the punch. At the same time, his small world circulated, and a stone wall appeared on the left side, and then began to grow. Jiang Feng's punch seemed to be surrounded by a stone wall, and was surrounded by the stone wall.
surrounded by.
Jiang Feng frowned, his right arm shook, and the walls cracked and collapsed.
But it was still too late. After all, Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment. Wang Luo took advantage of the opportunity and turned his right hand into a fist. Suddenly a stone hammer appeared, raised it high, and slammed it down.
And the stone hammer was still growing in size. Jiang Feng's right foot retreated from the ground and hit the back.
It's too late to punch with the right hand, so punch with the left hand, Tongtian Fist, which is a "straight" punch that cannot be taken back. The shape can be arbitrary, but the intention can only be straight.
Still, his opponent was a man of thousands of troops, or an eighty-nine-level immortal, and he still threw punches.
Jiang Feng felt calm in his heart. The stone hammers that looked like stars on the Tianshan Mountains from the outside were nothing more than ants in his eyes.
"My heart is like a rock, so why should I be afraid?" There was a voice in Jiang Feng's heart.
The stone hammer finally collided with Jiang Feng's left fist. Thunder rolled from the sky, and there was an overwhelming sound from the small world. The ground beneath the two of them collapsed one after another, and Wang Luo's tiger's mouth was even cracked by the earthquake, and vaguely could be seen.
The flesh and blood inside.
The moment Jiang Feng blocked it with his left fist, his right fist had already been released. He pulled out a thousand pounds and pushed the stone hammer away with skillful strength.
Then the whole person jumped up, with his right fist already in a hunched posture, heading towards Wang Luo's death gate.
"You should never have an idea of our young master."
After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he paused in mid-air, but in an instant he moved to Wang Luo's side, and the wind of a fist came.
Wang Luo quickly dodged away like an old turtle poking his head.
But Jiang Feng seemed to have predicted Wang's fate. His right fist was just a shadow, while his left fist was the real thing.
"Bang,,,"
Wang Luo was hit hard by Jiang Feng's punch on the right side of his neck, and his whole body flipped twice in the air and flew out.
The lotus flowers grew out of the mud, one after another, and then fell down, which relieved a lot of gravity and prevented serious injuries.
Even so, Wang Luo, who fell to the ground, felt a tight pain in his chest, as if there were thousands of evil spirits accumulated inside.
"vomit,,,"
Wang Luo covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Feng stood there and smiled: "Actually, my left fist is better!"
"You know, I actually hate people like you."
Wang Luo lay on the ground, unable to utter a word because of the pain.
"Do you know why? Because you are only at the second level at this time, and you can actually fight with me across four levels. For me, this is a shame. People like you must be hailed as geniuses in your hometown. In fact,
I used to be too."
Jiang Feng put his hands behind his back and seemed to have remembered something: "I used to be the genius who attracted everyone's attention. But it's exactly like this. The more talented you are, the more I hate you, just like I hated myself back then.
"
Jiang Feng said the word "general" very strongly. He squeezed it with his right fist and swept forward like a strong wind.
The right fist was more like charcoal fire, red to the point of dazzling, and there was vague heat coming out of it.
"Boom" sound.
A punch hit Wang Luo's position, and a large crater three meters wide appeared on the ground.
Jiang Feng let out a sigh, and Wang Luo was nowhere to be seen.
At the moment when Jiang Feng spoke just now, Wang Luo seized the opportunity and took a few breaths before he had the chance to escape at this moment without being killed by Jiang Feng's punch.
Wang Luo took advantage of the opportunity in the small world to hide under the soil and wander among the strange gates he had already arranged.
"Array? It doesn't look like it." Jiang Feng became even more strange.
"The Western Shu Formation Master was crushed by the Flame Kingdom a hundred years ago, and even the only descendant was imprisoned in the Flame Kingdom's prison. It is said that he died a violent death a hundred years ago. Could it be this person...
"
When Jiang Feng's thoughts reached this point, the soil on the ground a hundred meters away instantly collapsed, and an ape-man covered in thorns dug Wang Luo out alive from the ground.
Jiang Feng's eyes became even colder. He stepped forward and punched this "strange" thing.
The thorn hit by the punch was broken directly at first, but what was even more amazing was that it healed instantly.
"Woo,,,moo,,," the spiny ape-man was five or six tall and extremely huge. He looked back and saw that it was Jiang Feng. His eyes, which were already red, slowly changed.
Back to green.
He stretched out a hand and rubbed his nose: "Jiang Feng, have you had enough fun? If we miss something important, the master will not forgive us."
"Tiandi Ape, I just warned Yuwen Hu, don't interfere in my affairs or offend me. No matter how much the master values you, I will kill you."
The monster known as the Tiandi Ape made a "moo moo" sound and disappeared directly into this small world without any movement.