The soul conjuring grass with a stem like a snake leaf and a sword was close to Yu Xing, and it was about to be picked off by Yu Xing. Six or seven people came out of the bushes.

The leader is a shirtless strong man with a naked body of more than 1.8 meters, with bronzed skin and muscles like iron. The swarthy face had a beard that was almost the size of the man's head. The only thing that didn't fit the image of the strong man was that his hairless head wore a wreath made of bush branches.

One can imagine what kind of visual impact it is for a strong man to wear an emerald wreath on his head.

Yu Xing was already stunned.

The strong man glanced at him and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy? You two are my fourth prey, hurry up and leave your beast spirit mecha and valuable things behind." It's not difficult to take a good look at yourself in the mirror, and this kind of soul-summoning grass is also something you can touch. ”

This strong man's voice is more delicate than that of a normal woman.

Yu Xing glanced at this feminine strong man and thought, "Why can't I meet a good person after I came out of the earth." He also realized that he had been fished, and this three-leaf spiritist grass was not a chance at all, but a bait!

"Hurry up, don't ink, dare to rob my Soul Grass, you must pay the price. Hurry up, maybe grandpa is in a good mood, leave a pair of pants for you and go!" This strong man who is neither male nor female was deeply angry when he saw that Yu Xing was there, indifferent to their appearance, and even a little disapproving.

Yu Xing looked at the strong man with his teeth and claws and said, "Oh, everything is particular about first-come, first-come, first-come, this is obviously me who came here first, why do you say that the Soul Grass is yours?"

The strong man was stunned, he caught those waves of people before and saw him come out with people, either fleeing for his life or directly attacking him, and he was still very unaccustomed to meeting him for the first time to reason with him.

"You're not going to hit me?"

"You're not running for your life?"

"Why are you reasoning with me?"

If Yu Xing was blind at this time, he would definitely feel that it was a young and beautiful girl who asked him several questions in a row. But Yu Xing is not.

The strong man asked Yu Xing three questions in a row.

Yu Xing didn't answer him, but asked with a playful smile, "Are you a man or a woman?"

This question angered the strong man, and he pulled out a slender long sword from his back, and rushed directly towards Yu Xing. "You can scold me for hitting me, but you can't insult my gender!" shouted the strong man in a delicate voice.

As soon as Yu Xing was about to meet the long sword stabbed by the strong man, a ball of meat came out of the bushes next to him and entangled with the strong man.

"Big brother, this girl is handed over to me, and she will use a knife to kill chickens. Meatball shouted. The meat ball that rushed out was Xiang Hao, who stayed in the bushes, and when he saw the strong man doing something to Xing, he hurriedly wanted to show himself in front of Xing.

The garland on the head of the feminine and strong man fell to the ground and was trampled by the fat man.

"Are your eyes angry, tear that man's mouth for me!" shouted the strong man to the seven or eight men who followed him.

These people showed their weapons one after another and quickly surrounded Yu Xing.

Yu Xing took the three-leaf soul conjuring grass into his arms, tightened the fist glove on his right hand, and walked towards the seven or eight people. Yu Xing's face was as flat as water, and he didn't see the slightest fear of facing seven or eight people.

A one-to-many battle was experienced once in three days when Yu Xing was in the wandering camp, from the simple passive beating at the beginning, to the occasional counterattack, and then to wandering and playing with the opponent, the ghost knows how much Yu Xing suffered.

The seven or eight men rushed forward five or six, and the remaining two were both armed with bows and crossbows in the back. These two men are supposed to be the same pre-magicians as Nahobo. The five or six people who rushed up didn't know if there were any prepared fighters inside.

The red fist gloves had already slammed into a person's fist, and with a "click", the man's fist shattered in response. Yu Xing rolled over again and dodged a tricky arrow from the two preparatory magicians behind him.

An iron rod whistled towards Yu Xing's head again, and the strong wind picked up by the stick blew Yu Xing's hair scattered. One turned sideways, and the iron rod grazed the corner of Yu Xing's clothes and smashed straight to the ground. There was a "bang" sound of smoke and dust.

Yu Xing kept flickering and moving under the siege of these people, like a flexible ape, but after all, he was using Huo Bo's body, even if he had a strong sense of battle, he was powerless in this body, which was no different from a normal person.

Under the siege of these people from near and far, Yu Xing was also quite embarrassed and was soon injured.

Among the six people, there is a reserve martial artist holding an iron rod, and two preparation magicians who release cold arrows from time to time outside the battle circle, it is these three people who bring the greatest threat to Yu Xing, while the remaining three ordinary people have already lost their combat effectiveness.

Yu Xing knew that it was not a way to go on like this, with the targeting of the two people in the distance, he was also afraid at the moment, and he faintly felt that he was physically exhausted.

"You have to fight quickly, if you drag it like this, you will be dragged to death, I knew that I would be on the body of that iron-blooded King Kong, and that big guy's physical strength is definitely enough to crush you to death." Yu Xing thought secretly in his heart.

As soon as he thought of the iron-blooded King Kong, a name instantly popped up in Yu Xing's mind—King Kong Fist. didn't have time to think about it, Yu Xing only felt that the qi and blood in his whole body rushed to his gloved right hand, and the entire right hand instantly swelled a few times with the glove, and the strength was several times greater.

The iron rod was swept over again, and Yu Xing did not dodge, but raised his fist, which had swelled several times, and stiffened it with the solid iron rod.

The man holding the iron rod was still snickering in his heart, and said secretly: "Is this person stupid, he actually collided with a weapon, it is really beyond his strength!"

Ideas are always good, but reality is still cruel. It was not as the man imagined, with a stick down, and Yu Xing's arm was abolished. It was a huge force coming from the iron rod, and the iron rod that directly shook was out of his hand!

This person didn't have time to be shocked, and was knocked to the ground by a punch from Yu Xing's close follow, and another ordinary person who was not a prepared martial artist directly lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

The two pre-magicians in the distance were also stunned, and said in a stumbling voice, "You, how can you know martial arts? Who are you?"

Yu Xing didn't talk nonsense, and directly rushed up and gave a punch to each person, making them lose their combat effectiveness.

During the entire battle, Yu Xing didn't take out the Wind Breaking Crossbow, and only fought with gloves. He understands that no one in this world can use a martial arts mecha and a magic mecha at the same time. There is no need for him to expose his hole cards in front of these unspeakable people.

The battle between the fat man and the strong man has been stalemate, although the fat man has the upper hand, but it is impossible to take it in a short period of time, which makes it impossible for the strong man with a nimble long sword in one hand. Yu Xing didn't want to waste too much time here, so he rushed directly to help the fat man solve the enemy.