"Regret Mountain Fist!"

Huang Xiaotian is like a god of war.

He didn't expect that he would be able to obtain such a strong strength by detonating his spiritual power in various supporting parts of his body.

The forging body is constantly supplied with energy, and it is inexhaustible.

"Bang~"

Mu Chen's body fell off the stage like a broken kite.

"What?

Liu Neng, who had long seen the unpleasant eyes of the Relics Tribe, widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.

Fighting skills are divided into three levels: heaven, earth, and man.

Each tier is subdivided into upper, middle and lower grades.

And although this regrettable mountain fist belongs to the lower level of human fighting skills, the young man in front of him can actually use it once he sees it, and its power is much better than that of Mu Chen.

This is not something that ordinary people can do, this is simply demonic.

He took out the spirit card and sent a message to the sect.

"Elder, the situation is a little special now, the people of the Remnant Tribe want to besiege and kill that demonic genius!"

"Are you waste, protect that person with all your might!" said the elder in the Daikun Cave.

"They have a Dai Kun Order!" Liu Neng's face was full of grievances.

“……”

"Elder, are you still there, what should I do next?" Liu Neng asked eagerly.

"Report the situation at any time, and we'll rush over!" came the elder's hurried voice.

Daikun Cave, several elders frowned, extremely anxious.

"Try to block the news, don't let other sect forces know, and send a war boat to it. Great Elder Dream Master Yuan said.

"Sending warships?" someone asked, confused.

"Questioning how many such Tianjiao can there be in this desolate realm? Once the news leaks out, other sect forces will inevitably rush out to intercept it, we must prepare for the worst, we must bring that Tianjiao back!"

The speaker has gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a deep gaze, he is the Great Elder of the Daikun Cave, the Dream Master Yuan.

Without waiting for everyone to argue, Dream Master Yuan got up and waved: "Let's go!"

At the same time, in the Daikun Cave, some of the eyeliners inserted by other sects were all looking at the news released: Chasing the Wind Tomb, the Seven Talents Tianjiao was born.

"Bring that Tianjiao back at all costs!"

"If you can't use it for me, kill it!"

"What, it's more terrible than the Four Princes?

The various sects have already begun to act.

At this moment, the Chasing Wind Tomb is quite uncalm, and the ring is full of people.

"Hmph, the Remnant Tribe is also this virtue, let's go together, today I want you to come to the funeral of Brother Li Yu!" Huang Xiaotian went crazy.

His hair flew and his clothes trembled.

He swung his fist and knocked the people around him back.

I have never learned fighting skills, and I completely rely on my body's instinctive reaction to see the moves.

This also bothers those people, this kid doesn't play according to the routine at all.

Under the "Xiaotian ......" ring, Mrs. Li burst into tears and trembled her hands, as if she had seen her son in the past.

The two sides are deadlocked, Huang Xiaotian's strength is fierce, and the number of opponents is too many.

"Over there!"

A group of people came, and there were many strong people, who were members of the Remnant Tribe.

Someone reported that hundreds of people were brought, many of whom were monks, all of whom were strong men of the older generation, and who had no chance to participate in this game.

"The situation is not good, so many people have appeared in the Dust Tribe at once, this Huang Xiaotian is terrifying and can't survive today!" someone sighed.

Everyone is making way for this group of people.

"I see how you fight? What about Tianjiao?" Mu Chen looked up to the sky and laughed.

The king of Hades wants you to die for the third watch, how can he keep you for the fifth watch?

"Roar~"

Huang Xiaotian adapted to this body, and waved his fists extremely fast.

There is no skill in the moves, it is all based on the experience of fighting on campus, the enemy comes and I block, and if the conditions allow, it is a punch, and I don't forget to stretch my legs to make up for the knife.

Liu Neng was shocked in his heart, such a siege, even if it was difficult for him to deal with, that young man could still deal with it easily.

"Don't lose the Tianjiao of the Seven Dao Talents!" he was ashamed of himself.

As more and more people came up, Huang Xiaotian finally felt struggling, but he didn't regret it.

Such a scene of dominating the group was also experienced during school, but he was beaten very badly.

And now his strength has skyrocketed, and he is actually very handy in dealing with it.

"It's worth it this time, I can blow this cow X for a lifetime!" Huang Xiaotian said with a wild laugh.

This is indeed a madman, fighting alone with more than four hundred people, among which there are some monks, with the body of a mortal.

Boom~

Huang Xiaotian couldn't cope with it, so he was attacked by someone and hit him on the back.

"I hurt him!" cried out Lao Ou, trembling all over.

Zhang Handao had already made a move at this time, rushed in on the periphery, and by surprise, put the two besiegers by surprise.

However, the people of the Remnant Tribe soon discovered his existence and gave him a violent beating, and he was thrown out with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Hahahaha~"

Huang Xiaotian's head was bleeding and his appearance was hideous, and he began to laugh.

"When death is imminent, you can still laugh!" Mu Xing sneered on the side.

Liu Neng clenched his fists tightly, extremely anxious in his heart.

At this moment, the sky is extremely oppressive, and I don't know when the sky becomes cloudy.

"Elder Li, look, that sky!" Zhang Handao said excitedly.

Things took a turn for the worse, they had been in contact with Huang Xiaotian for a long time, and they knew what these dark clouds meant, so they helped each other and left far away.

Just when everyone thought that Huang Xiaotian was going to die, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared.

Fall on the besiegers.

Then, thunder and lightning poured down like a shower.

"Click~"

The whole sky was filled with silver rays, and the scene was spectacular.

"What is this?" Liu Neng exclaimed, even Han Feixue and the others opened their mouths wide, and their bodies retreated, for fear of being affected by this thunder and lightning.

In the ring, the powerhouses of the Dust Tribe fell to the ground one after another, and compared to the previous thunderbolts, this time the thunderbolts were much stronger.

"It's you!" Liu Neng was suddenly furious, which reminded him of the kid before, which made him extremely miserable.

However, although they were angry, the two did not have a great hatred, and the worries in their hearts could be regarded as dissipating.

"The latest information, this Tianjiao can cause thunder and lightning, and now the hundreds of strong people besieging him are all injured by lightning!" Liu Neng reported the current situation.

The elders on the warship had red eyes and were breathing rapidly.

"Thunder God Body, this is the Thunder God Body!" said the Great Elder Dream Lord Yuan excitedly.

"The Thunder God Body, one of the Ten Ancient Gods?" someone asked.

"That's right, this time we have received a demon in Daikun Cave, and when Tianjiao grows up, he will inevitably become the number one strongman in Tuogu's country. Dream Master Yuan said excitedly.

"This son, you must keep it, it doesn't matter if the Dust Tribe doesn't succeed, if you kill this son, then the Dust Tribe has no value in existing!"

Chasing the wind tomb, there was no suspense in this battle, the thunder and lightning with the thickness of his fingers poured down, and the strong man who leaned on the front was the first to bear it, his whole body was pitch black, and there were bursts of meat fragrance.

"Devil!"

The people of the Remnant Tribe completely regretted it, and they really shouldn't have provoked this evil god.

The thunder and lightning have not stopped, but the people of the Remnant Tribe are fleeing in all directions, how can they have any intention to continue fighting, and looking at Huang Xiaotian's eyes, they are becoming more and more frightened.

Bathe in thunder, as if the god of thunder is alive.

"How can you fight this?" Mu Chen muttered, he was resentful in his heart, he didn't expect such a demon to appear in the Shattered Star Valley.

"Heaven is dead, I will leave dust!" In the end, Mu Chen was completely desperate, once the powerhouse of the sect came, he had no chance to kill the Tianjiao in front of him at all.

The rise of the Shattered Star Valley is unstoppable.

"Who else!" Huang Xiaotian roared angrily downward.

There was silence in the audience, no one dared to reply, he turned his eyes to Lao Ou, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lao Ou couldn't cry anymore, she thought she would never see it this day, and no one dared to respond to the young man on the stage.

"Click~"

A wrist-thick thunderbolt landed, and in everyone's surprised expressions, it landed on Huang Xiaotian's body.

"Bang~"

This time the thunder and lightning were too fierce and knocked Huang Xiaotian down.

There was silence.

"This ......"

Some people in the audience were skeptical.

"Ruthless!"

Some people clapped their hands and were amazed.

"He is indeed a ruthless man, not afraid of thunder and lightning, and he doesn't even let go of himself when he is in a hurry, ruthless!"

Zhang Handao opened his mouth wide, but he didn't expect that at this critical time, he actually began to split himself.

It really made him sweat, but fortunately, the people of the Remnant Dust Tribe had already fled in all directions, and no one dared to stay and hunt Huang Xiaotian.

"Everyone get out of the way, he's going to bathe in thunder and lightning!" Zhang Handao said in order to cover Huang Xiaotian.

Suddenly, the sky was shining, and he slashed straight at Huang Xiaotian, Huang Xiaotian in the ring couldn't cry or laugh, but fortunately, for more than a month, he had adapted to this kind of thunder and lightning, lying on the ground motionless, with old tears.