In the face of so many people, Long Zun flicked his sleeves, merged his hands, opened suddenly, and drank softly in his mouth, and at the same time, his left and right palms flew up and down, and both sides of the left and right sides were shaken apart.

The few cultivators who were originally leaning on Long Zun's closest seemed to have been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, and there was only a muffled sound, and the whole person flew upside down and fell heavily to the outside of the tent, and the tent was already empty, so there was no need to worry about the back of the tent tearing open.

However, just a few people were knocked out, and the others did not stop because of this, and still rushed towards Long Zun, and many people directly surrounded Long Zun in the middle.

The attack of seven or eight people went directly towards the dragon venerable, and the besieged dragon venerable moved under his feet, drawing a semicircle, and at the same time the body rushed forward, and the two palms flew up and down, front and back, left, left and right, as long as it was the person who attacked him, they were all shot out by his palm print, and the air was scattered with red blood flowers, and half of the sky was covered with pieces.

Originally, there were people who were about to rush over, but their figures suddenly stopped, and their fierce faces earlier had become a little more shocked at this time, although it seemed that they were still surrounding Long Zun, but no one dared to continue to attack.

Huang An was stunned, since Long Zun made a move before, he had already thought that Long Zun was very powerful, but he never thought that Long Zun was so powerful, he didn't know how much stronger he was than he thought before.

The man behind the table inside the tent looked sluggish, his palms suspended in mid-air, not knowing whether to go up or down.

In the face of such a powerful person, he didn't know what to do, whether to continue to let people besiege and kill Long Zun, or withdraw the people and horses, and choose to get back together.

But this thought flashed in his mind, he would never be weak to Long Zun, the place he managed was very important, if there was any accident, I am afraid that his life could be lost here, and more importantly, even if Long Zun was a little more powerful, there was one of the thirty-six kings standing behind him.

Thinking of this, the hand that was originally suspended in mid-air waved forward, and said loudly in his mouth: "What are you still stunned to do, on, kill him for me, whoever can kill him will be rewarded with twenty Wujun Pills, and no one will shoot three Wujun Pills." ”

Martial Jun Pill is a rare cultivation elixir for many Martial Monarch Realm cultivators, many cultivators simply have no qualifications to take Martial Jun Pill regularly, and more people can only rely on their own little bit of cultivation and qi to slowly improve their strength, completely relying on the accumulation of time, unlike taking pills, a few pills can make a person's strength be pushed up.

Huang An was the first to react and took the lead in rushing towards Long Zun, and the rest of the people were also vigilant and shot at Long Zun in unison.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Long Zun's mouth were slightly hooked upward, his face sneered, his lower abdomen was lucky, and his hands seemed to have a streamer flashing on it, and then he could see two fists waving left and right, and everyone who approached was directly knocked out by a fist.

This time Long Zun did not show mercy, where his fist shadow passed, either the bones were broken or the tendons were broken, and everyone who approached and wanted to shoot at him did not escape from his fist shadow, as long as the fist shadow swept by, a broken bone sound would be heard, accompanied by a scream.

Those who are lucky just lie on the ground and wail constantly, and those who are unlucky don't even have a chance to wail, their mouth and nose are bleeding, and their whole face is bruised and motionless.

The shadow of the fist fell, and the people scattered around, and there were people in the distance who did not rush over, but retreated.

As for Huang An, he was lucky and strong, but he passed out, to be precise, he fainted in pain, and one arm obviously showed an incredible twisted angle.

The man sitting behind the table was pale, his fists and arms on the table trembled slightly, and he said with trembling lips: "You, you are the king and the strong......"

The king is the name of the cultivator who has the strength of the martial king in the martial monarch realm in the demon beast battlefield, although the strength of this kind of martial monarch realm cultivator is not weaker than that of the martial king, but he does not have the ability of the martial king, at least he can't fly, and the martial king cultivates the true yuan, and the cultivator of the martial monarch realm is still aura.

"Martial King, sort of!" Long Zun said disapprerovingly, but he knew that he was stronger than those thirty-six kings, even those who were in the middle stage of the Martial King, and I am afraid that there were few opponents for him.

Seeing Long Zun walking towards the bookcase little by little, the person behind the bookcase looked nervous, with a touch of remorse in his eyes, and said nervously in his mouth: "You, you, don't come over, I'm ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Long Zun smash his fist down, directly on the man's chest, and with a bang, the bones in the whole person's chest were smashed to pieces, and the person immediately made no sound, only the sound of short breathing.

However, this exhalation did not last long, and after about three breaths, the person remained motionless, his head drooped on the table, and his arms fell down and swayed freely.

Long Zun copied it with his hand, took out three storage rings from the man's hand, one of them opened it and took a look, there were a lot of spiritual herbs and elixirs in it, and opened another one, which was a mess of messy things, although there were also spiritual grasses, but not much, more of them were some pills, most of them were Wujun Dan, and a small amount of Wuzong Dan, the last storage ring was opened, and it was full of porcelain bottles containing Wujun Dan, Long Zun counted, these porcelain bottles were about more than a hundred, and some were Wu Zongdan's porcelain bottles, the number was even larger, there were more than five hundred bottles in it, and each of them contained three Wu Zongdan。

After Long Zun checked the three storage rings, he understood that these three storage rings, except for the one he saw for the second time, which was the one who died, the remaining two elixirs and pills that should be in the camp did not belong to a certain person.

After putting away the three storage rings, Long Zun turned around and walked out of the tent, and the people outside the tent retreated in the face of Long Zun's brushing, but no one said a word.

Long Zun's gaze swept over these people, but he had no intention of continuing to attack, but left the tent that had been almost destroyed and went to another tent.

As soon as he entered, he found that there were several alchemists in the tent looking at him with a dull expression, and some people were refining pills, but he didn't say anything, and retreated directly, until he was about to leave, he said at the door of the tent, "If you don't want to stay, you can leave now, and no one dares to stop you." ”

Although Long Zun did not ask about the origin of these alchemists, from his own previous experience, it was not difficult for him to guess that these alchemists were all captured by the people here in various ways to specialize in alchemy, and they were disciplined.

(End of chapter)