At this time, Qianyang was covered in blood, and his face should have been punched with great force, and his originally handsome face was distorted in an extremely abnormal arc, looking extremely terrifying.

Qianjia's home clothes are white, but at this time, Qianyang is covered in blood red, as if he has just been fished out of the blood pool, and his right leg and calf are bent outward, looking at that appearance, he should have been interrupted.

Qianyue Qianxue surrounded him, the two sisters' originally beautiful faces were full of resentment at this time, their hair was messy, and they looked at Qianyang lying on the ground, and they couldn't stop crying.

There was a person standing in front of Han Chuan, with his back to Qingliu, who didn't see his face, and he didn't know who it was.

Looking at Han Chuan's appearance, he should have received a heavy blow just now, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he was holding his chest with one hand at this time, with anger on his face.

Hearing the "strange noise" behind him, the person in front of Han Chuan turned around and looked at Qingliu who hurriedly came with a mask on his face, not knowing whether he was friend or foe, and stopped for a while.

"Lou Qi?" Han Chuan's eyes lit up when he saw Qingliu, and he roared: "Lou Qi, this bastard is from the Feng family, aren't you Qingmanlou and the Feng family going to the death?" fuck him!"

At this time, Han Chuan had lost his mind, and he was a little unscrupulous when he spoke.

But when Qingliu heard this, he pulled the corners of his mouth and grinned, he had been looking for someone from the Feng family for a long time.

Slowly took off the mask on his face and put it into the mangring, and the mangqi exploded with a "poof", and the mangqi pointed directly at the person in front of him.

"You owe me this favor. Qingliu charged his fist and slammed straight at the man, opening his mouth to Han Chuan.

"Jun Jing is heavy, but you have a lot of courage, who gave you the courage to provoke me?" The man felt the pressure of Qingliu slightly, and knew the realm of Qingliu, but he smiled disdainfully.

That person also punched merediocrely, and didn't take Qingliu in his eyes at all.

"Drink!" Qingliu's fist twisted, and the mangxuan condensed in the fist burst violently, making Qingliu's strength a few points greater.

"Bang", the two fists intersected, and there was a tooth-sore fighting sound.

Qingliu took half a step back, but the man took six or seven steps back.

"That's a lot of brute force. Rubbing his aching arm, the man was also surprised and surprised.

Qingliu is not the first level of the monarch realm, and this person is afraid that he already has the strength of the fourth level of the monarch realm, and the two of them are hard to fight, this person can't fight Qingliu.

Although there is indeed a reason to light the enemy, but the realm is enough to suppress the triple weight, Qingliu is stunned to rely on his strong foundation and ten percent of the advantage of quenching the bone refining body to make up for it, and have the upper hand.

"What's your name?" Even having the upper hand, Qingliu also smiled at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly opened his mouth and asked the man.

This question made him overwhelmed, thought about it, and replied: "What are you asking for? What, do you want to admit defeat? Heh, I, Feng Jie, tell you, it's late, whether you admit defeat or not, you will die today." ”

Qingliu raised his eyebrows and grinned: "Grandson, you think too much, I'm thinking about whether to carve a monument for you when you die later." ”

"The monument, you want to engrave a monument for me, and you are looking for death!" Feng Jie was furious when he heard this, and immediately stepped forward.

The smoke was thick in the palm of his hand, slowly forming a thorn, and the blade shone in the sunlight.

Qingliu's face was expressionless, his calf suddenly exerted force, kicked back, brought up a little dust, stretched out his right hand, and stabbed straight at Feng Jie's chest.

"Hmph. Feng Jie snorted coldly, and the mangqi burst out, dodging sideways, and a "poof" punch smashed into Qingliu's left chest, and its speed was increased several times.

Qingliu received a punch, snorted, retreated again and again, and gasped hard before exhaling the stuffy breath in his chest.

"Ninefold Mangjin?" Feeling the mangxuan being punched into his chest, Qingliu's heart tightened, and he didn't know how many mangxuan were stacked, at this time he rotated in Qingliu's chest, slowly absorbing Qingliu's own mangqi, and he didn't know when it would explode.

"Burst!" Feng Jie hooked the corners of his mouth and coldly spit out a word.

A "bang" explosion came from Qingliu's chest, and Qingliu spit out a mouthful of blood with "wow", covering his chest with both hands, and couldn't slow down for a long time.

"The wild way in a small place like Hongcheng, thinking that with brute strength, you can cross the border to challenge me?" said coldly, Feng Jie said coldly.

Rubbing his chest, which was still aching, Qingliu slowly straightened up, his eyes raised slightly, but he glanced at Mu Chen, who was standing not far away.

At this time, Mu Chen's mind was tightly wrapped, and he stood stunned, and no one noticed it except Qingliu, as if he didn't exist.

"Since you want to take care of this kind of idle business, then rely on your own ability, as long as you still breathe a sigh of relief, the old man will not make a move. Mu Chen's voice was a little cold, and it slowly sounded in Qingliu's mind.

took a long breath, just for a moment, although Qingliu's chest was still painful at this time, the pain was not as piercing as Fang Cai.

Feng Jie, this guy is really powerful, it is a killer move, and this blow should have been stacked with four or five mangxuan, and it hit Qingliu's heart directly, thinking that he was going to kill with one blow.

He was extremely confident in this blow, and he expected that this blow should have pierced Qingliu's heart, so he wanted to mock Qingliu before he died, so that Qingliu would not be blind to death.

Qingliu gasped heavily, but he wanted to wait for another breath or two, his body was extremely strong, as long as he had one or two more breaths, the injury in his chest would almost recover.

Feng Jie turned his head, but he no longer paid attention to Qingliu, and said to Han Chuan: "Young Master Han, your younger brother is a disciple of Shi Yu's predecessors, and I am afraid of your Han family when they climb this big tree, but if you are so entangled, don't blame me for being rude, you are a person who has just entered the realm of a monarch, this kind of battle to exterminate the clan... Or don't get involved. ”

"Extermination?" Qingliu heard this, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Where did this Feng family get the confidence to let the thousands of families be wiped out?

"Ah!!" When Qianyue heard the word annihilation, she seemed to be crazy, and she jumped up suddenly, and the long sword in her hand turned, and she was about to rush forward.

Looking at this mang's pressure, Qianyue is afraid that there is only three levels of body refining.

Qianyue burst up very suddenly, but how could the reaction of the Jun Realm be comparable to that of the Body Refining Realm, then Feng Jie saw Qianyue rushing in, naturally he was overjoyed in his heart, and Lisuo greeted him with a punch.

Han Chuan is also a monarch, so he naturally reacted.

I saw that he grabbed Qianyue's right hand and pulled it back violently, Qianyue was in a body refining realm, even if it broke out, its strength was not as good as Han Chuan's, and he was pulled by it, and his body unconsciously leaned back.

Han Chuan stepped in front of Qianyue with a stride, grabbed her waist, and actually used his back to resist Feng Jie's punch.

A monarch realm is heavy, and he uses his back to carry the blows of the monarch realm quadruple, Han Chuan does not have the physique of Qingliu, and suddenly blood gushes out, sprinkled on Qianyue Bai's face.

Qianyue seemed to be stupid, stunned in place, her eyes were blank, staring at Han Chuan who was hugging her, tears mixed with Han Chuan's blood, slowly flowing down the curvature of her cheeks.

Qianxue half-knelt on the ground, holding Qianyang lying on the ground with one hand, and Han Chuan's sleeve with the other, unable to cry.

"Cough !!" Han Chuan spilled another mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth and fell to his knees, but judging from the sound of wheezing, this punch should have failed to kill him.

Han Chuan blocked Feng Jie's punch, which made Feng Jie furious, and pointed at Han Chuan, who was facing away from him, and shouted: "Han Chuan, don't be ignorant, if it weren't for Yu protecting your Han family at that time, your Han family would also die, do you really think that I don't dare to kill you." ”

"Huh!"

"There is a kind, you come!" Han Chuan turned his back to Feng Jie, between Feng Jie and the brothers and sisters of the Qian family, his breath was already extremely weak, but his tone was extremely rigid, and he did not compromise at all.

Qingliu stood aside, all this happened too fast, Qingliu was separated by a distance of more than ten steps, and before he could react, Han Chuan had already been hit, but Qingliu saw that Feng Jie still collected a little bit of strength at the last moment, otherwise, with Han Chuan's strength, how could he resist that punch.

This Feng Jie, after all, still has some scruples about the time.

Looking at Han Chuan's back from a distance, Qingliu felt that there was a firework burning in his heart at this time, and the feeling that Han Chuan gave Qingliu at this time was exactly the same as when Qianyang told him to stay away from his sister when he was at the auction table.

That tone conveyed an extremely clear emotion: no negotiation.

"Phew", Qingliu spat saliva on the ground fiercely, saliva mixed with a trace of blood, but after a few breaths of effort, Qingliu's injury is no longer a big problem.

The refining body is tenfold, and it is still strong in the end.

Qingliu clenched his fists, his whole body was full of fighting intent, the blood around his body flowed rapidly, and bursts of heat flowed, Qingliu wanted to fight to the death at this time.

The sisters of the Qianjia family had given him a few red-eared monkey skins, and Qingliu also had a good impression of these two sisters, and when he saw them like this, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

The former sisters of a thousand families, how could they have cried like this today.

"Grandson, come, keep fighting!" raised his head slightly, and Qingliu said loudly.

Feng Jie was already surprised when Qingliu made a sound, and when he heard Qingliu's words, he took a step and punched Qingliu in the stomach.

Qingliu was punched again, and immediately bowed his body, gritting his teeth and frowning.

"Monarch Realm Fourfold, how can it be so strong?" his face was full of doubt, and Qingliu was extremely puzzled.

I think that when he was cultivating in the Deep Forest Mountain Range, Qingliu had also fought with the giant roaring deer of the Monarch Realm, although he was a little defeated, but he had never been beaten like this, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Qingliu's biggest reliance is brute force, and it can be seen from the fist fight with Feng Jie just now that there are probably few people in his generation who are Qingliu's opponents in terms of strength.

But as soon as he used Mangqi, Qingliu couldn't do anything anymore.

He only cultivated one kind of mangdu: the smoke Luo mangzhang.

When this mangduel really fought, Qingliu realized that it really had no effect, at most, it was condensed into some weapons with mangqi, but the weapons condensed by these mangqi were fragile and could not be used against the enemy at all.

It's just that at this moment of bowing, Qingliu thought a lot.

"If I had practiced the Feng family's Nine Folds Mangjin earlier... If you are a teacher... Scold. Qingliu smiled and muttered.

"Bang"

Qingliu clamped the palm that hit his stomach with one hand, and used all his brute force to prevent Feng Jie from breaking free, and swung a punch into Feng Jie's chest.

"Feng Tian beat me, Feng Xuan beat me, Feng Ran beat me, you beat me too, your Feng family is a person who wants to beat me, labor and management let you beat me, let you beat me, let you beat me, fuck!" Qingliu clamped Feng Jie with his left hand, and his right hand didn't even condense his mangqi, punch after punch blasted out, and he opened his mouth and shouted.

was restrained with one hand, Feng Jie tried his best to break free, but he couldn't break free for a while, Qingliu punched Feng Jie so hard that his chest and blood surged, which was extremely uncomfortable.

As a last resort, Feng Xuan also punched Qingliu in the chest, trying to force him to let go.

Unexpectedly, Qingliu not only did not let go, but straightened his chest, and received Feng Jie's punch, and then another punch.

"Come on, who will encourage the grandson!" Qingliu opened his eyes angrily and yelled at Feng Jie's ear.

All along, Qingliu has a anger in his heart, he doesn't belong here, he used to be used to the concept that all men are equal, and now suddenly the ghost sent the gods here, he wants to integrate into this world, but the concept of the strong is respected makes Qingliu a little uncomfortable after all.

This world is completely different from the world it used to be, many things are completely different, he doesn't know whether these are good or bad, but he wants to live and live with dignity.

It is understandable that the Feng family has repeatedly not let go of Qingliu, after all, they are mortal enemies, how can there be a reason to let the mortal enemy go free, but they made Qingliu deeply feel the truth of the law of the jungle, which made Qingliu extremely uncomfortable, so for the Feng family, Qingliu was extremely resentful.

Looking at Qingliu with a desperate face, Feng Jie was not a soft egg, his eyes were horizontal, and his eyes showed a fierce light, and he called Qingliu.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Qingliu clamped Feng Jie's right hand with his left hand, and the two of them each slammed into each other's hearts, completely fighting for their lives.

Qingliu has confidence in his heart, refining his body and quenching his bones, Qingliu feels that he will definitely be able to resist such a change of fist, with Mu Chen watching from the side, he will definitely not be able to die.

Feng Jie also has confidence in his heart, he has the fourfold monarch realm, and he has the careful guidance of the teacher in the waiting realm, he wants to take a step closer, go to the imperial capital to participate in the imperial capital in a year, and fight against a wild road in the red city, he has no reason to lose.

Halfway through, the two stopped.

Half a breath, Qingliu punched more than ten or twenty punches, and the fists were to the flesh, and that Feng Jie could punch seven or eight punches, and he was already out of breath at this time.

Qingliu punches, whether the package does not contain mangqi is completely depending on the mood, his brute strength is extremely strong, even if it is an empty-handed punch that hurts Feng Jie very much, but Feng Jie must have strength for every punch, otherwise a fist without mangqi will not be a threat to Qingliu at all.

"Grandson, no. Qingliu gasped, his left hand still clamped Feng Jie, and his right hand took the time to rub his chest that was already numb with pain.

Feng Jie was exhausted, and the mangqi on his body was already a little sluggish, and he was about to open his mouth to scold, when Qingliu punched him in front of him, making him dizzy for a while.

I only heard Qingliu say coldly: "No... You're going to die!"

The voice was frosty, Qingliu's voice fell, and his right hand swung out violently, and his fist contained almost all of Qingliu's mangqi, and he punched Feng Jie's temple.

"Hmm..." Feng Jie was hit hard, the whites of his eyes were lightly raised, his lips opened slightly, but he couldn't make any sound, and then his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Looking at Feng Jie, who fell to the ground, Qingliu raised his leg and kicked it, but there was no reaction.

"It's not dead, it's scrapped. Mu Chen's voice sounded in Qingliu's mind.

When Qingliu heard this, his whole body was also relieved, and he exhaled a breath of "exhalation", and there were bursts of throbbing pain in his numb chest at this time, which made him uncomfortable.

Sitting on the ground, Qingliu rubbed his heart vigorously, and at the same time, the mangqi slowly flowed, converging towards his chest and recovering from his injuries.

Suddenly, Qingliu noticed that the glass in his body was also gushing out a trace of extremely faint red glow, which slowly coiled on Qingliu's chest, and the pain dissipated at a very fast speed, and the effect was extremely significant.

"Is this glass still of such use?" Qingliu muttered to himself.

After sitting for a while, Qingliu slowly stood up, holding the limp Feng Jie in his left hand, and slowly walked towards Han Chuan.

Throwing the half-dead Feng Jie in front of Han Chuan, Qingliu sat on the ground again, looked at Han Chuan, who was silent and half-kneeling, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled: "It's not dead yet, but it's useless." ”

Han Chuan shook his head, suddenly grabbed Qingliu's arm, and asked hurriedly: "You're a mang, aren't you? You're a mangdan, right? Do you have a mangdan? Do you have a mangdan? Qianyang, he's dying, do you have a mangdan? You borrow me, and I will pay you back in the future, ten times and a hundred times over!"

"Don't shake... Cough... If I shake it again, I may have to die in front of him Qianyang, I have Mandan, but I'll see how he hurts first. Qingliu grinned, took a cool breath, and hurriedly broke Han Chuan's hand that was holding him.

Hearing this, Qianyue Qianxue seemed to be injected with vitality, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly gave way to Qingliu.

Qingliu took a closer look at Qianyang, who had fainted on the ground.

Qianyang was covered with wounds, extremely badly injured, and his face was also punched, and his entire face was distorted, probably it was this punch that made Qianyang unconscious.

took out a mangdan, and was about to feed it to Qianyang, but he heard Mu Chen's voice suddenly sound in his mind: "There is a giant rhinoceros box engraved with a seal in your mangring, eat that pill for him, maybe he can save his life, you pick up his leg bones again, grind Mangdan, and apply it, the pain of the bones can stimulate him, in case he wakes up and becomes a fool." ”

Seeing that Qingliu was holding Mangdan but not feeding it to Qianyang, Han Chuan was anxious and was about to speak, but he saw Qingliu crushing Mangdan, tearing off a piece of clothing and wrapping it, and then took out the wooden box with the mark from the Mang's ring.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, a faint medicinal fragrance suddenly overflowed all around, and Qingliu sniffed twice, only to feel that the pain in his chest was also reduced a little.

Feeding the medicine pill to Qianyang, Qingliu grabbed his legs, swiped violently, and connected his leg bones, Qianyang's eyes were closed, but his brows were furrowed.

Wrapping Qianyang's legs with the clothes smeared with Mandan, Qingliu let out a long breath of turbidity and sighed: "The rest, let it be fate." ”

Looking at Han Chuan, who was embarrassed, Qingliu took out a mangdan from the mangring again, handed it to him casually, and said: "The medicine pill is all owed, and it is not bad for this mangdan, this is not a place to stay for a long time, let's find a safe place to settle down first." ”

Han Chuan looked up at Qingliu, stunned for a long time, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, his face was heavy, after all, he still didn't show a smile, he took Mangdan without saying a word, and swallowed it.

After a little breathing, Han Chuan stood up and walked to Qianyue Qianxue's side, at this time, Qianyue's face was not dry, mixed with tears and soil, and she looked a little depressed.

Tugging his sleeves with his palms, Han Chuan gently wiped away the tears on Qianyue Qianxue's face, and slowly spoke: "The revenge of the thousand families, I will revenge, there are still thousands of seals in the thousand families, and there are thousands of yangs, you still have me, thousands of families... Not dead yet. ”

Qianxue buried her head in Han Chuan's chest, sobbing nonstop, and Qianyue on the side held Han Chuan's palm tightly, and her eyes unconsciously shed tears again.

Patting this Qianxue's back, Han Chuan turned his head to Qingliu and said: "Lou Qi, your favor, I, Han Chuan, have written it down, no matter when and where you are in the future, as long as you squeak, I, Han Chuan, will be on call." ”

"Let's go. Putting Qianyang on his back, Han Chuan glanced at Feng Jie on the ground, and saw that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, sighed, and slowly spoke.

Qingliu took off Feng Jie's mango ring, and after thinking about it, he immediately slammed on Feng Jie's chest, stepping out a huge depression, thinking that all the internal organs were crushed.

Han Chuan turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Qingliu with a loud voice.

Qingliu spread his hands and said: "Cutting grass without roots, the spring breeze blows and grows!"