"You~ deceive people too much!" Deacon Zeng was teased, and he suddenly became angry!

He had already left behind the dignity of a Jindan monk and apologized to a foundation building monk, but the other party was still aggressive and wanted to take his life.

There are three people in the clay figures, not to mention the high-ranking Jindan period monks.

The other party made it clear that he wanted to take his own life, but Deacon Zeng couldn't hesitate, knowing that if he was not Hou San's opponent, he could only fight against the water!

"Hah!"

Deacon Zeng snorted, and the powerful spiritual power of the Jindan period was agitated.

Poof~ Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, all of which were spit on the broken rattan whip, and the green rattan whip was immediately dyed red.

The tenacious and sharp blood-red spikes look terrifying!

"It's a bit bold to use your own essence blood to increase the power of your weapon, but it's ....... The corners of Xiao Chen's lips rose, and there was a look of sarcasm in his eyes.

Not to mention the loss of a mouthful of essence blood to improve the weapon, even if you spray yourself dry, it is useless!

In the face of absolute power, the strange magic has no effect.

"Ah~ come to war!" Deacon Zeng raised his head and shouted, and a violent battle intent rose to the sky.

"It's worthy of the Jindan period, it's so powerful!" Hou San was shocked by the momentum, and his heart was a little hairy.

However, thinking of the solid backing behind him, the last bit of jealousy of the Jin Dan period disappeared without a trace, and he stared at the other party without moving.

"Sure enough, the strength of concealment!" Deacon Zeng saw the other party's calm appearance, and became more and more cautious.

"Go!" The blood-red vine whip swirled in a spiral under the manipulation and struck forward, tearing to shreds by the sharp spikes as long as it was entangled!

"It's a good time!" Hou San raised his head and shouted forcefully, his fists shrunk at his waist, and he punched hard.

Bang~!

The blood-red vortex exploded from the center, and the entire rattan was blown to pieces!

"What! impossible!" Deacon Zeng's face changed suddenly, and in the face of absolute strength, his heart was completely desperate.

The tenacity is comparable to that of a first-grade spiritual weapon, and under the blessing of essence and blood, it was blasted by a punch, and it was also a yo-yo.

"No, run away!" Deacon Zeng was completely frightened, and had no intention of fighting again, so he dropped the only inch of rattan whip left in his hand and planned to turn around and run away.

It's a pity that it's too late to want to run now.

"I'll fight~!" Hou San blasted out another punch in the air.

Bang!

Deacon Zeng was hit like a hammer in the chest, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This time it's not the essence blood that I forced out, it's really beaten to vomit blood!

"It's worthy of being the boss, the cooperation is really exquisite!" Hou San perked up, and excitedly threw several punches in a row: "I'll fight~I'll fight~ I'll fight~!"

Bang bang bang~!

Invisible air bombs hit Deacon Zeng's face and body, stirring up a wave of rebounding qi.

"Hey, hey, hey, hit!" Le Er waved her fist excitedly.

Xiao Chen smiled, seeing that his daughter was having fun, he cooperated to speed up the ejection.

"Alas....... Yang Changsheng sighed, covering his eyes and couldn't bear to watch.

"What a sin~!" Liu Qing shook his head pitifully.

The crippled duo lay on the ground with their eyes shining, and shouted excitedly: "Yes, yes, left hook, there is an uppercut, and he will be full of peach blossoms!"

At this moment, Hou San excitedly continued to blast out his fists, but unfortunately he didn't use the blessing of Lingyuan Power when he swung his fist, and without any special effects, he looked like a neurotic who was going crazy.

Several foundation-building monks in the jungle were stunned, completely forgetting that the mobile phone they were holding was going on live broadcast, and almost the entire cultivation world saw a violent scene!

That's a mid-stage Jindan monk, who has no power to fight back, and is beaten like a sandbag, creating evil!

In the top office of the guild, Mu Chen stared at the phone screen, and his eyebrows were full of doubt.

Turning around, he skillfully typed on the computer a few times, and a resume appeared.

The appearance of the dry little old man in the photo is none other than Hou San, who beat Brother Jindan!

Mu Chen carefully looked at the information, and his white brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He whispered to himself: "No, his monk is obviously only in the middle stage of foundation building, and even after transforming into a human form, his combat strength is not as good as that of a monk of the same level as a human being, how can he beat Brother Jindan?"

And when he punches, it is also very weird, even through the screen, with the old man's many years of experience, he can see that there is no spiritual power fluctuation, how did he strike in the air? It's so strange......!"

Mu Chen's brows were tightly locked, and he couldn't figure it out.

Hou San is a demon beast transformation, even if his physical body is stronger than that of a human monk, he can't do it to the extent of beating a Jindan monk in the air. Moreover, from the analysis of the quiet aura fluctuations in the air, it seems to be more like a blow formed by the use of strong physical power by the first vein of the system.

However, looking at the entire cultivation realm, there are countless physical cultivations, and there are very few who may reach such a height, which one is not a famous person!

"No, there's another one!" Mu Chen raised his eyebrows, and a figure wearing a robe and a silver mask appeared in his mind.

Didn't that mysterious silver-faced monk use the same method to severely damage the four Jindan monks in one fell swoop?

Mu Chen was taken aback by his guess and hurriedly stared at the phone screen.

There are words in his mouth: Xia Yutong, Yang Changsheng, Liu Qing, Jiang Yifeng, an Erha who looks like a wolf, and a strange man with a little girl who is excited to ...... her fists!

Grunt~

"What a similar combination!" Mu Chen swallowed his saliva, and a hot light burst out of his old eyes, as if he had discovered a big secret.

"The young man...... If you have a chance, the old man will try him for himself!"

......

At the edge of the jungle, Hou San felt bored after swinging hundreds of punches and stopped.

Bang~

The air bomb stopped, and Deacon Zeng fell to the ground weakly, a fairly handsome face was high and swollen, and even his facial features were almost indistinguishable.

Xiao Chen promised his daughter that he would definitely honor him if he wanted to beat him into a pig's head!

"It's so cruel~!"

"It's brutal!"

Several Foundation Building Stage monks discussed in a low voice, but their eyes were full of excitement.

Hou San wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and said proudly: "The warm-up activity is over, and it's time to send you back to the west!"

"Tonic ~ tonic medicine ~!" Deacon Zeng struggled to prop up his body and begged for mercy vaguely.

Hou San shook his head firmly, raised a finger, and said lightly: "You shouldn't provoke Xia Daoyou, so ~ you have to pay the price!"

"Ah~tonic~medicine, tonic~!" Deacon Zeng wailed in pain, wanting to save his life.

It's a pity that the boss has already sent a message to take his life, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, it's useless!

Hou San took a lunge, took a posture that he thought was handsome, and clenched his fists to make the final punch.

Suddenly, an eager shout interrupted his momentum.

"Please be merciful!"