Chapter 172: Take You to Practice!

The pupils of the two treasure appreciation brothers couldn't help but shrink, you know, the corpse that fell to the ground, they know.

This person is also well-known in the scattered cultivation circle of treasure hunters, with a set of dark ice soul snatchers, hurting people's lives and Baizhang, he has rarely missed since his debut, and is known as "Baizhang Soul Chasing".

At the very least, his name is much louder than his two brothers. If they are on the right side, they are not sure that they will be able to escape the assassination of this "soul chaser".

But this kid killed this "hundred-zhang soul chaser" before they could run wildly.

This gap in strength is a bit too amazing。。。。。。

There was a deep fear between the eyebrows of the treasure appreciation brothers, they looked at each other blankly, and shook their heads at Zhan Feihong in unison, like rattles.

"You don't want to fight, do you, so why don't you leave?"

Seeing the awe-struck faces of the two treasure appreciation brothers, the young man smiled lightly, his scarlet eyes widened, and they were so frightened that they rushed into the wild forest like a puff of smoke, and they disappeared not long after.

Solving the enemy in front of him, Zhan Feihong lowered his head and dragged the body of the "Baizhang Soul Chaser", and threw it far away into the pit a hundred zhang away with the help of Mu Lingsi.

Then, he picked up the Ice Reaver Dart nailed to the ground in his hand, took a few closer looks, and received it in his arms.

"Who else, come out together, I can't wait long!"

Raising his voice and shouting a word in all directions, Zhan Feihong walked back to the edge of the giant pit, quietly waiting for the arrival of the other treasure hunters.

But a full cup of tea time passed, and no one ran out to fight him.

The young man's brows couldn't help but furrow, he naturally didn't believe that this group of treasure hunters had run away because of his powerful actions.

After another while, still silent, Zhan Feihong couldn't help but sigh, urging the divine deflation technique, and was about to leave here.

At this moment, a figure suddenly leaped up from afar, and a thick golden spiritual pressure pressed down towards the position where the young man was!

Zhan Feihong's expression tightened, the power of this spiritual pressure is at least like Nangong Bin!

Ten Patterns of Spiritual Convergence Great Perfection!

Taking a half step back, he hurriedly swept the black shadow in the sky with his dragon eyes, but found that two round objects were hit by the other party and fell into the dirt.

The young man couldn't help but glance down at the two round things, which turned out to be the heads on the necks of the two treasure appreciating brothers he had let go just now!

"These two useless wastes, without even a single trick, dared to escape with their tails between their legs. What a waste of the old man's time!" A strange snort floated into Zhan Feihong's ears, and the figure landed steadily three feet away from him.

Seeing these two heads, the young man's face was covered with a layer of cold and piercing murderous intent, and he squinted at the sudden uninvited guest, and finally stopped his gaze on the other party's right hand.

"You're a demon cultivator?"

The man who called himself an old man couldn't help but smile wildly, raised his right arm and replied, "Whether the old man is a demon cultivator or not, can't you tell it?!"

I saw that around his raised fist, a layer of black gold shell like stainless steel was tightly wrapped, and at the top of the shell, a long single horn grew!

"It's good if it's a demon cultivator. ”

Zhan Feihong slowly raised his palm, and a brown light retreated from the back of his hand, turning into the appearance of a little earth fairy again, and burrowing into the young man's arms.

"How dare you fight me?"

Giving up his most powerful earth-based divine power, a trace of inexplicable color flashed in the young man's eyes, and his fist gradually condensed a thick layer of golden spirit battle qi, and he pointed towards the one-horned demon cultivator!

"Ignorant junior, you are really bold!" The one-horned demon cultivator heard the young man's provocation, and his wrinkled face couldn't help twitching a few times, and said proudly: "Don't inquire, the old man's golden horn combat skills have hunted how many spiritual cultivators on the evil hunting list have been killed, and the rewards he has obtained are innumerable! Just rely on you, a yellow-mouthed boy, to challenge my fists?"

"Less nonsense, dare, or don't dare?"

Regarding the boast of this veteran treasure appreciating demon cultivator, Zhan Feihong simply stopped talking nonsense, and rushed towards the other party with a step. "Since you jumped out, you have to fight if you dare, and you have to fight if you don't dare!"

The distance of three zhang was in the blink of an eye, and the young man's fist shook three circles of light, aiming at the right arm covered with the fierce beast and slammed it!

"Stinky boy, this is your initiative to find death, the old man will let you taste it, my Golden Horn Shenwei!"

As he spoke, the huge golden horn was raised high by this veteran treasure appreciating demon cultivator, like a giant hammer smashed into the young man's fist, which was very small in comparison.

The two strands of golden mangs suddenly collided together, and the crazy drumming golden spiritual waves burst out from the center point of the convergence, only causing the robes of the two of them to shake up layers of qi waves, and even the skin was scraped out of lines visible to the naked eye by the golden spirit battle qi!

Half a breath later, the strength of their blow finally came to an end, and with a "buzz" sound, they both withdrew their arms, took half a step back, and stared at each other.

"No matter up or down?!, my golden horn fist, actually fought with this hairy boy?!"

Although there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, this treasure reward demon cultivator who claimed to have hunted countless spiritual cultivators was like a landslide and tsunami, tumbling in his heart.

Maybe what he just said was a little exaggerated, but in terms of strength, this Golden Horn Powerful Fist can indeed be called a top-notch stunt among the magic powers of a boxing technique.

If you fight for the destructive power alone, just this punch will be enough to collapse the body protection aura of the cultivator who specializes in the Nine Patterns Spirit Convergence Period and specializes in cultivating the Earth System Body Protection Divine Power into pieces, and kill it smoothly!

It can be imagined how terrifying the strength of this Golden Horn Powerful Fist is!

However, it is such a super fist power, but it is only on par with the young man, how can it not make this confident demon cultivator panic?!

"Stinky boy, try to punch me again!"

Thinking of this, the veteran treasure appreciation demon cultivator couldn't hold his breath at first, he couldn't believe that the other party was young but could have strength comparable to his own, so he picked up the huge golden horn and smashed it towards the top of the young man's head!

This time, he used the tenfold power of the Golden Horn Divine Power, and even the air under the Golden Horn Hammer was smashed and exploded by this blow, and for a while, the golden light floating around seemed to be split into pieces, flickering fragmented piece by piece!

"Not true. ”

Seeing that the shattered golden light from the giant hammer had already imprinted on Zhan Feihong's mind, the young man didn't even raise his head, frowning to himself, as if thinking about something.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, a suspicion spat out of his mouth, and the fist at his side was quickly thrown above his head, and seven circles of light continued to spread from the whitened knuckle ring, impartially withstanding the hammer blow that was hammered down on the head!

I saw that the golden spirit wave, which was several times stronger than just now, exploded from the top of the young man's brain, and the bodies of the two people couldn't help but tremble.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Feihong's seemingly random punch not only did not end up at a disadvantage, but after the collision, it rose a few inches!

As for the huge horn hammer of the treasure appreciating demon cultivator, a parabola was ejected by a loud "bang" and smashed back into the dirt!

"My Golden Horn!!"

A moment later, a mournful cry spat out of the demon cultivator's mouth, and he looked directly at the huge golden horn hanging on the ground on his right arm, and suddenly saw that the tip of the horn hammer had cracked a small crack more than half a foot long!

After four breaths of distress, the demon cultivator's heart couldn't help but feel a great chill.

The previous punch was already one of the three most powerful and murderous moves among his Golden Horn Hercules. And his own golden horn hammer, needless to say, is hard, even if it is a blade of the highest level among the spirit soldiers, it is difficult to cut out half a trace of this carapace!

With trembling legs and a few steps back, the veteran treasure appreciating demon cultivator thought of running away, but before he could turn around, the young man's words once again drank into his ears.

"It's kind of interesting, let's do it again!"

The golden spiritual wave like a storm re-condensed around Zhan Feihong's arms, and his scarlet eyes were filled with irrepressible excitement, as if he was about to face some kind of breakthrough!

The fist covered with golden light swung towards the position of the huge golden horn hammer for the third time, and this time, on the tense fist, a full ten circles of light swung one after another!

It wasn't until the demon cultivator saw the aperture of the rising ring that he realized that this boy, who was not very old but had unfathomable strength, was actually using the most proud supernatural stunt in his life to explore his own tricks!

His golden horn hammer has become the other party's sandbag!

"Too much deception!"

An indescribable sense of fierce shame suddenly rushed over his heart, it was like a mouse being targeted by a cat, and he had to be tortured to death in full force.

But in the face of the thunderous blow of the young man, he had to raise the golden horn giant hammer to resist it, and a treasure reward like them would give up this opportunity even if he could live for a moment.

In the end, Zhan Feihong's third punch of the ten apertures still collided with the counterattacking golden horn hammer.

This time, the boy completely took the advantage, not only did his footsteps not move a bit, but even the fist that was about to go out was not retracted like the previous two times, but fixed in mid-air!

As for the golden-horned giant hammer, another small crack appeared, and the length of this crack was nearly a foot!

"It's still not enough, come again!"

Without waiting for the old treasure appreciating demon cultivator to feel sorry for his precious beast, Zhan Feihong's fist was raised high again, and one after another circles of light, like a wrist wheel made of pure gold, continued to flow towards the fist!

"Ten, thirteen laps?!"

A pair of brown-black pupils reflected the thirteen golden lights and shadows that were fully concentrated, and the demon cultivator, who was over half a hundred years old, took a deep breath, his eyebrows were filled with unconcealed panic and despair.