Wen Yiming got up, and the psychic Wu flew to his shoulder tacitly, and muttered: "This group of second goods!" ”

Seeing Wen Yiming get up without fear and walk in the direction of the big rift, his triangular eyes seemed to be unreasonably provoked, and shouted, "Did Lao Tzu let you go?" ”

Wen Yiming paused, didn't even bother to reply, and said coldly in a hoarse voice: "Are you talking to me?" ”

After speaking, he turned his hand and lifted the golden hoop stick on his shoulder, paused heavily beside him, and a cold murderous aura permeated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info For this kind of person who can see the cruelty at a glance, he will not have the slightest idea of mercy.

The triangular-eyed young man shuddered involuntarily, and when he felt someone behind him sneering softly, Fang Yisheng's caution instantly turned into anger. Even he didn't know why the core disciple of his dignified Tiger Roaring Hall was still afraid of a blind man on the seventh floor of a martial artist after experiencing the bloody robbery of dozens of home robberies.

The backhand of 'Hu' pulled out the mountain knife behind his back, pointed at Wen Yiming's back before raising the knife, and shouted: "There are no nameless people under the Tiger Roaring Hall knife, dead and blind, from that sect, report your name!" ”

This triangular-eyed young man also knows that now that the big rift is gathering forces from all sides of the world, the south and the north, if he accidentally provokes the big forces, there will be nowhere to cry. Therefore, I cautiously asked first, if it is a loose cultivation without a sect, then you can only admit that your life is miserable.

"Sprinkle the blind monk. Li Qing! Don't beat Lao Tzu and go! Wen Yiming lifted the golden hoop stick and walked away, never looking back.

The triangular-eyed youth glanced back at the bearded youth again. Blind monk. Li Qing? He hadn't heard of it.

The bearded man looked fixedly at the golden long stick that Wen Yiming had re-carried on his shoulder. Just now, he didn't feel Wen Yiming using his true qi, nor did he notice that he used even a trace of power. But the golden stick smashed the granite on the ground and sank half a foot.

"This blind man's weapon is a good thing!" The corners of his mouth moved and said in a low voice, and at the same time, his chin turned to Wen Yiming's back, signaling the triangular eyes, 'Up!' ’

After Wen Yiming had been forged, the sharpness of his six senses had reached a terrifying level, and he could hear the whispers of his beard clearly as if he was whispering in his ear.

As soon as the footsteps behind him started, Wen Yiming's forward figure suddenly reversed, and he swept out the golden hoop stick on his shoulder with his hand.

The figure of the triangular-eyed young man jumped up, and before he could raise his knife, he saw the target's back suddenly collide with him, and at the same time, the golden long stick came with a low whistle. The triangular-eyed youth secretly exclaimed, 'So fast', Kankan flipped the mountain knife and intercepted it at his waist, and suddenly thought of a means to counterattack.

'Puff~~~! ’

The triangular-eyed young man only felt a huge earthquake, and when he flew out sideways, he clearly saw that the mountain opening knife was instantly smashed into several pieces by the golden hoop stick, and two of them were shocked into his body, and then he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes were dark.

The beard's complexion changed drastically, and the scene in front of him was too shocking. Wu Jun of the ninth layer of the martial artist actually didn't even catch the opponent's move in the case of a sneak attack. The blade was shattered into pieces, and the body was swept out like a cotton bag.

Of course, Wu Jun's underestimation of the enemy is also one of the key points of death.

Behind the beard, a short-haired man in Tsing Yi looked blankly at his junior brother who couldn't die anymore, and after a while, he let out a sad howl, "Ah, Wu Jun! Then he rushed to the side of the corpse and shook Wu Jun's body frantically, and shouted at the bearded young man with a crying voice: "Senior Brother Cai Zhi, avenge Senior Brother Wu!" ”

Hu Cai Zhi was not surprised after recovering his expression, he didn't think that Wen Yiming's cultivation could kill Wu Jun with a stick, the only possibility was that the golden long stick was strange.

This golden long stick is really a treasure, otherwise, how could a martial artist with a seventh-layer martial artist instantly kill a martial artist who has surpassed his own two-layer cultivation, haha! If I, Cai Zhi, have this kind of weapon, I can definitely kill the martial cultivation of the fifth layer of the samurai with the cultivation of the second layer of the samurai! The ruins were born, which is simply a timely improvement of my combat effectiveness.

Cai Zhi ignored the junior brother who was roaring at him, but slowly pulled out the mountain knife behind his back. Instead of resentment, the gaze that looked at Wen Yiming flashed with excitement.

Of course, Wen Yiming could see Cai Zhi's cultivation, but he didn't have the slightest fear. This was his plan, and if this group of people didn't provoke him, they would use this group of people as a test stone once they offended him. Especially Cai Zhi, who has the highest cultivation among them, is his real goal.

He knew very well that the masters of the young generation who were born in this ruin were exhausted, and the worst cultivation was in the samurai stage. And the core disciples of the five major sects who stood up casually were definitely the cultivators of the late stage of the samurai. If you can't even compete with a second-layer martial artist cultivator, then you don't have to go to the team, and finish the bounty task as soon as possible and return to the twin cities.

The three pieces of Spirit Yuan Crystal Essence provided vitality at the same time, and it still took seven days to break through the two layers of cultivation. With six times the amount of vitality absorbed by ordinary monks, Wen Yiming wanted to know where his limit was. And the rare and priceless Purple Night Grass consumed three plants at a time, not counting those soaked in spiritual liquid, the scorching body forging body extension veins made Wen Yiming have the illusion that his current body has reached the illusion that he can be hard to withstand the dark power crit.

Of course, he also knew that his body had not been completely transformed, but he was not unaware of the huge residual medicinal power that had accumulated in his body.

All of this made Wen Yiming full of confidence in his combat effectiveness, and he believed that even if he didn't use the gun intent of 'who else should I be', he could compete with the martial arts cultivation in the early stage of the samurai. This is not pride, but a kind of strength confidence from the heart of a strong person. He could even feel that as he became stronger and stronger, the inexplicable battle intent in his body was slowly 'surrendering'!

Feeling that Wen Yiming's fighting intent to raise the long stick was rising like a tide, Cai Zhi was slightly surprised for a moment, and then pointed forward with the mountain knife and shouted: "Blind, wait for Wu Jun's funeral, right?" ”

Wen Yiming's blindfolded eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth slanted out a cold arc, his left shoulder shook slightly, and the psychic black hula flew to the tree next to him to stand. At the same time, the arrogant voice said: "Great monk, smash that beard into a meatloaf!" Lao Wu will give you a sweep! ”

"As you wish!" Wen Yiming secretly laughed, this broken bird is really a stinky fart, and he will sweep the formation for Lao Tzu?

Cai Zhi is a little inexplicable, what is this blind man talking nonsense? Before he could figure out what the blind man meant by 'as you wish', he saw the bald-headed and blindfolded monk's body leaning forward violently, and the long stick held upside down in his right hand turned into a golden light and followed the form.

With a distance of twenty meters, under the outbreak of Wen Yiming's long-standing 'eight-step cicada', he attacked ten meters in the blink of an eye. The upside-down long stick drew a golden light and shadow in the radical shape. Wen Yiming only took one step, and the second step had already slammed on the ground, and the rocks under his feet cracked everywhere with a 'click'.

When the figure jumped up, it had already struck five meters again, and the person soared forward diagonally in the air, and the inner strength of the long stick in his right hand poured in wildly, and his left hand quickly caught the stick and shook off his arm one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Drink~~~!"

The sound of the bell's drinking!

The long stick brought up a fan-shaped light curtain, pulling the sound of metal grinding from the air bursting, and slashed down towards Cai Zhi's head.

"What a speed!" Several young people behind Cai Zhi with bulging eyes were like chickens in a rice field, and their jaws were dislocated in horror.

Cai Zhi was also shocked and inexplicable, he couldn't figure out the distance of twenty meters, how did this blind man do it, what kind of explosive power was this?

At this moment, he didn't have time to sigh and think more, his legs kicked violently and rose to meet the long stick that was splitting down, and he held the knife in both hands and shook off the arc and slashed upward. Just as Cai Zhi stood up, his arms instantly bulged, 'Hiss~~! The sound rang out again and again, and the whole arm stretched the sleeve of the coat to pieces. The blood vessels in his exposed arms swelled, and his skin was as red as if it had been stained with a layer of blood.

"Bloodfiend!" Several disciples of the Tiger Roaring Hall exclaimed in unison.

The young man who was squatting on the corpse in the distance, when he saw Cai Zhi performing the forbidden technique 'Blood Demon Hand', his face showed excitement and cruelty, and he laughed with a hideous face, "Die, blind..."

"Puff~~~!"

The sound of the intersection of gold and iron was deafening.

Two figures shot out in a buzz. Wen Yiming flew upside down three meters in the air, and after landing, he backhanded the golden hoop stick diagonally behind him, and stopped the retreat with the sound of friction under his feet.

Cai Zhi flew upside down five meters in the air, and slid three meters backwards again when he landed, plowing two deep grooves on the ground with his feet.

The five onlookers were horrified and looked at Cai Zhi, whose face was flushed like blood, incred. Especially the mountain knife in Cai Zhi's hand, the thick blade was actually twisted by a stick, and the tip of the knife was even shattered into pieces. The blood on his arms had long since dissipated, and the tiger's mouth was dripping with genuine blood.

Cai Zhi slowly straightened his body, and as soon as he lifted his steps, a stream of blood surged up his throat.

"Wow~~~!"

Cai Zhi's legs were weak, he staggered and knelt on one knee and spat out three mouthfuls of blood, but his eyes were staring at the blindfolded blind man in a monk's robe. He didn't expect that this blind man was so strong, and with just a stick, he scattered his blood demon hand's true qi, causing him to be eaten back in an instant.

"Forging Body Martial Cultivation?"

"Senior Brother Cai Zhi!" Several juniors hurriedly stepped forward to support Cai Zhi.

"Senior brother, it's okay!"

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