Wang Luo, who was dug out by the Tiandi Ape, never noticed this person's aura from the beginning to the end.
He had always known that the guy Jiang Feng called Yu Wenhu was hiding in a corner somewhere, staring at the situation on the field with indifference.
But this monster can actually dig out Wang Luo, which is nine feet under, with brute force.
What's even worse is that the monster, the thorns on its body seem to be its weapons, and it can grow freely in the ground. Like the branches, it grows on the ground, as if it has spider silk. It has already wandered quickly in the ground.
Wang Luo just touched the thorn, and it quickly wrapped around himself and pulled himself out forcefully.
The scariest part was that Wang Luo couldn't find him in this space.
Wang Luo fell to the ground, struggled to breathe, and slowly stood up.
He pinched his fingers with his right hand, and piles of stone walls began to appear around him, surrounding him in circles.
The sky and the earth roared, "fire from the sky set a prairie fire", and the sky was instantly lit up.
Yu Wenhu, who was hiding in a corner, looked up at the red light in the sky, and his eyes were a little hot: "The formation of Xishu? The formation of Xishu that has been lost for hundreds of years."
Thousands of stones were thrown down, carrying the sky full of fire.
Jiang Feng, who was standing there, stared in the direction above his head, smiled, and clenched his fists tightly, making a crunching sound.
The ground beneath his feet actually sank a few inches: "Since ancient times, contradictions have been inseparable. Although some top masters have preached that they can be combined into one. But in this way, it greatly limits oneself. Without the ultimate, how can there be a peak?
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With both feet on the ground, Jiang Feng soared into the sky. At this time, his right fist turned into a black iron color, reflecting the red light in the sky.
The fist holding the sky and the earth was so bright that it could reflect a whole world.
"Boy, let me show you what it means to fight to the extreme and be alone." Jiang Feng lowered his head and looked down at everything. The king was like a pebble in his eyes at this moment.
I, Jiang Feng, have a punch that can make the world pale, make the mountains and rivers unharmed, and make all the ghosts kneel down.
The fist on Jiang Feng's right hand began to appear as a ghost, and began to transform into countless fissions that were visible to the naked eye. There were thousands of flaming rocks on the top, and pairs of iron fists on the bottom.
Jiang Feng raised his fist into the sky, and all the falling rocks in the sky seemed to be motionless for a moment.
Jiang Feng punched out with his right fist, and there was a tearing cry. Wherever the punch hit, a flaming phoenix appeared out of thin air, spreading its wings and fluttering like it was bathed in fire.
Under this large painting of heaven and earth, this phoenix is like a little green and extremely red among thousands of flowers.
Wang Luo stared at Jiang Feng, who was holding the sky with one hand. He couldn't describe the feeling, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
The sky and the earth collapsed, and Jiang Feng was like the wind, like a shadow, moving freely through this "Fire-Fire Prairie". There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and the naked eye could see that the huge stones were hammered into countless rubbles with each punch.
Everything in the world is suffering, only one punch can reach the sky.
Jiang Feng looked down at everything like a god of war, with a phoenix coming out of his right fist. A moment later, he was already standing higher in the sky.
He stared at Wang Luo at his feet: "Martial arts is not about pouring all one has into it, but about using one's own strength to overcome the weaknesses of others."
"What's the use of flying rocks all over the sky, with loud noises and small raindrops? I can destroy everything you have by myself." Jiang Feng said contemptuously.
After stopping for a moment, Wang Luo used the small world to spread "sky fire" all over the sky.
Like the young girl in bloom, her color suddenly faded. The fiery red flame was immediately extinguished and turned into small pebbles, all of which fell down "tick-tock-tick".
On the small world, the sound of rain of stones resounded.
Wang Luo stared at it for a while, then suddenly grinned. The frown on his face relaxed in an instant.
On this Tianli Continent, all cultivators must first bring their spirits into their orifices before they can open their meridians. For mediocre people, as long as they open one, two or two meridians, they can reach the fourth or fifth level of cultivation. Those who can open eight meridians are rare in the world for a hundred years.
You can tap the Tao by opening your pulse. The so-called road is at your feet, and the Tao is in your heart. There are thousands of roads, and the "Tao" is the original heart.
When Jiang Feng entered cultivation, he was a master of the Six Meridians, and was hailed by the world as a rare martial artist in a century.
Just now, when Wang Luo was observing below, he suddenly realized something.
SIRI's "ding..." sounded in my mind.
What followed was Siri's voice: "Because of the perfect opportunity, congratulations to the master for getting the compensation value of 50."
But it's a pity that this makes up for the skill upgrade by one skill.
There was a bright red "+" sign on Na Wenpo Zhuge Yinghun's "Talking Confucianism" skill on the panel, and Wang Luo chose to touch it without hesitation.
When the "Tongue Fighting Confucian" reached the second ladder, Wang Luo could clearly see the number of each pulse opening, which also meant how high this person's martial arts talent was.
Wang Luo stood there and stared at Jiang Feng above him: "You can open the six meridians all the way through cultivation. It is not enough to be called a genius in the world. It is an honor for me, Wang Luo, to fight with him."
"I was born with a flaw, so I am no better than you. Even when I opened my pulse, I barely managed to open it until now. But now that I have reached the point of percussion, I must try my best to ask God."
"I will move forward bravely!"
Wang Luo roared angrily, and the aura around his body changed instantly.
Holding a stone hammer in his right hand, he directly faced Jiang Feng, the prodigy in the sky.
"You are all ants, are you afraid?" Jiang Feng sneered coldly.
Wang Luo has already seen how to fight with the Confucian scholars with his words. Even if he uses all his methods, it will basically be ineffective against Jiang Feng. But this cannot mean surrender.
There was only one thought in Wang Luo's mind, and that was to work hard and use his best ability.
The "system" does belong to him, but this world is dominated by the weak and the strong, and without the ability to control the system, why talk about killing everyone, what about protecting your family and friends? How about protecting the person you want to protect the most?
This time Jiang Feng did not throw a right punch, but chose his left fist, his most powerful punch. Jiang Feng always treats his opponents equally, no matter how strong or weak they are. Only by respecting his opponents can he respect himself.
There are nine dragons wrapped around his arms, and the yeye shines brightly. Starting from that right hand, it burns, peels off, and turns into ashes. Jiang Feng actually transformed into a living dragon.
Roaring towards the sky, dragon flames spurt out,,,
If ordinary people saw it, they would have already retreated and fled.
But Wang Luo's hand holding the stone hammer never relaxed, and he held it tighter and tighter.
At this moment, there were lotus flowers leaping from the distance,,,