"Come and try two tricks with me, an eight-rank body refining martial artist. Lin Xiaoqiang carried the third-grade martial artist in his hand, threw it out like throwing a javelin, and when he smashed it on the two martial artists, the power of carrying the mountain hidden by Lin Xiaoqiang exploded, like a thousand catties falling, overwhelming the two.

"Okay, it's also an eight-rank martial artist, I want to see what you are capable of. The thin man laughed, strode towards Lin Xiaoqiang, and pushed out with one palm, and several bone spears formed by the condensation of Sensen's white bones burst out from his palm.

"The bones of the bone disaster?" Lin Xiaoqiang shook his hands, Zhenlong's fist appeared, the fist wind whistled, two clusters of golden light flashed, and in an instant, the bone spear turned into ashes.

"In two clicks, a body refining martial artist who hasn't opened the flesh treasure can also take my bone spear, it seems that your spiritual weapon is really extraordinary!" The thin man's greedy gaze stared at Lin Xiaoqiang's Zhenlong fist coiled in both hands like an angry dragon.

The thin man had already learned that Lin Xiaoqiang had not opened the physical treasure, and he had some disdain in his heart, and the bone spear that seemed to be shot at random just now was just for temptation, and it was impossible for an ordinary eight-rank body refining martial artist to take it so easily, and the reason for this was that the thin man naturally thought that the town dragon fist.

Clang!

A fourth-grade martial artist took advantage of Lin Xiaoqiang's attention to focus on the thin man who was confronting him, and took the opportunity to sneak attack from behind, and pulled out a bright black iron broadsword, slashing down with a sharp sword, and a golden armor mantis also swung down the death scythe.

This Xuantie Great Sword was a second-grade spiritual weapon, and with the blessing of his fourth-grade Spiritual Transformation Golden Armor Mantis, he seemed to have great confidence that he could deal a heavy blow to Lin Xiaoqiang, an eighth-grade body refining martial artist who burned the furnace of qi and blood.

What shocked him was that when his quick knife was cut down, an angry dragon came at him, and the Xuantie broadsword actually made a sound of gold and iron colliding at the head of the angry dragon, and his second-grade spiritual weapon was also broken.

After Lin Xiaoqiang increased his agility points by three points, his dodge ability improved a lot, and a fourth-grade martial artist was like stabbing him in the back, which was simply too whimsical.

"It's a pity that this good knife is good, let's go and return it to you, Young Master Ye. Lin Xiaoqiang's words fell, under the frightened eyes of the four-rank martial artist, he swung out a punch, like a real dragon going out to sea, the golden spiritual power flashed slightly in his eyes, and there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the whole person rolled to the ground in the air, and the golden armor mantis also shattered.

Lin Xiaoqiang's punch would only seriously injure the fourth-grade martial artist who attacked him, and would not directly take his life, no matter how strong Lin Xiaoqiang's heart was, it would be difficult to kill a person, this was because of the influence of the previous life.

In this world of revival, killing people is not an uncommon thing, this is a natural world where the law of the jungle eats the strong, so the law is just a blank stripe in the face of strength.

The thin man indifferently watched his subordinates being injured on Lin Xiaoqiang's hands one after another, and his pale face did not fluctuate at all, as if he was watching a hunt among animals, and his prey was only Lin Xiaoqiang.

Wang Dang and Su Qiao'er joined forces, and with the four-grade spirit weapon Egret Bow in Su Qiao'er's hand, they even had to stabilize their heads in the face of the siege of several warriors.

The thin man in the martial arts hall was still confronting Lin Xiaoqiang, and most of the eighteen martial artists were lost on Lin Xiaoqiang's pair of dragon fists.

In the end, there were four fourth-grade martial artists who were slightly stronger, knowing that it was just a piece of cake in front of Lin Xiaoqiang, and under the command of the thin man, they were entangled with Wang Dang.

"They all say that I, Chen Lun, am not like a spirit refiner, but more like a body refining martial artist, and when I meet you, an eight-grade alien body refining body, I want to try the difference between me and body refining!" Chen Lun's eyes were fierce, staring at his prey Lin Xiaoqiang said slowly.

It is indeed rare for a martial artist like Lin Xiaoqiang who has not yet opened the treasure of the flesh body to refine the body.

Ordinary body refining martial artists will choose to open a physical treasure in the fifth-grade realm after laying a solid foundation for the physical body in the fourth-grade realm, and the second is to continue to develop and explore.

After reaching the realm of the eighth-rank martial artist, even a body refining martial artist with slightly inferior talent and lack of cultivation resources will at least open to two or three places.

And those alien refining bodies that choose not to develop their own physical treasures will choose to suddenly explode in the Nine Rank Realm, using the power of their own treasure opening to impact the Martial Sect Realm.

But this will make the actual combat ability of the body refining martial artist in the early stage very weak, and there is an uncertain factor, not everyone can cultivate to the ninth rank.

"You can try it. Lin Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand, kicked violently, his body moved, and the Zhenlong Fist erupted with might, and a punch comparable to the strength of a thousand catties fell.

"Hehe!" Chen Lun laughed strangely, the bone calamity behind him seemed to have spirituality, and he also roared angrily, his arms were coiled with spiritual power, and in an instant, the white bones were attached to it, like an armour, and his arms were crossed to block Lin Xiaoqiang's punch.

Rumble!

After absorbing many high-grade fierce beast corpse materials, Lin Xiaoqiang's Zhenlong Fist was already a fifth-grade spiritual weapon, although it was to obtain additional abilities, its hardness was far beyond that of a fourth-grade spiritual weapon. But this punch turned out to be just a white bone gauntlet condensed by the spiritual power of an eight-rank spirit martial artist.

"My Bone Calamity Arm is strong enough!" After Feng Lun blocked it, he took two steps back, his arm shook slightly, and the Bone Calamity Arm was attached to it again.

Feng Lun's Bone Calamity Arm, as long as his own spiritual power is sufficient, he can use it countless times, and the hardness is comparable to that of a spiritual weapon, which is why some people compare him, a spirit martial artist, to a body refining martial artist.

"This person actually condensed the power of the spirit bone disaster onto the white bone, which is a bit troublesome. Being able to resist his punch head-on made Lin Xiaoqiang secretly surprised.

"But I want to see how much spiritual power you have!" Lin Xiaoqiang also saw that the gauntlet needed to consume a lot of spiritual power, as long as there was this flaw, Lin Xiaoqiang could focus on this point and consume him.

As long as Feng Lun's gauntlet is broken by him, this Feng Lun is also the king who has been stripped of his shell, and the meat on the board is slaughtered by himself.

"You can try. Feng Lun saw through Lin Xiaoqiang's intentions, I don't know how many martial artists wanted to consume themselves first, but they were all consumed by themselves, and the body refining martial artists who burned the furnace of qi and blood were no exception.

Feng Lun took the initiative to attack Lin Xiao this time, holding a four-grade spirit weapon corpse dragon spear, attacking and killing, the tip of the spear was like a dragonfly dotting water, and a little cold light could break through any copper wall and iron wall, and the murderous aura was fierce.

I saw a flash of cold light, Lin Xiaoqiang's hair stood upside down, like a poisonous snake probing, his body exploded back a few steps, dodging the shot,

Rumble!

The tip of the spear missed, as if it had stabbed a void, and an explosion sounded, and white light flickered.

That shot had the power of the blessing of bone calamity, and the power was amazing.