As if to confirm his conjecture, it rushed over before Fang Ji could prepare.

Despite the fact that its four legs are very short, its speed is extremely fast, and it has already arrived in front of Fang Scar in one jump.

It was only a demon beast, far from reaching the level of a primordial beast, but even this was definitely not to be underestimated, because in its underdeveloped brain, it was full of the desire to kill.

With the blessing of desire, the combat effectiveness is even more incomparable.

In the darkness of the night, the two fangs glowed with a terrifying light, like two sharp daggers.

This has just entered the jungle, and I don't know how many life and death tests there will be next, so Fang Zhen didn't want to waste time on a low-level demon beast, so he directly used the Mountain Breaking Fist.

In the past, when he used this trick, he often had to set up a good posture and gather the aura between heaven and earth as much as possible, so as to exert the greatest power, but now he doesn't need it at all, and he has reached the point where he is handy.

With a bang, there was no spiritual power raging, and there was no vibration of space, it was just a mediocre punch, which hit the head of the bone eater rat impartially.

Then, like a ripe wild fruit, it fell from the sky, and its limbs twitched for a moment, and then it never moved again.

The power of this punch was also far beyond Fang Scar's imagination, and it seemed that when Zhen Yuan turned purple, his punch was much stronger than before.

Without another glance at it, Scar skirted the corpse to the skeleton.

There was still blood on the bones, obviously just dead, but the skin and flesh had been eaten by various demon beasts several times, and now there was only a pile of white bones left.

"If you can come here, you can be considered a warrior, but it's a pity that ......"

Fang Scar shook his head, didn't say any more, and found some leaves to cover him, which was the only thing he could do right now.

At the same time, he was also a little uneasy in his heart.

"I don't know if someone will happen to pass by after I die, and cover me with a layer of dead leaves. ”

In fact, he is not a sentimental person, but since entering the memories of the mysterious man, he has changed a lot, and the picture of the man fighting bloodied always appears in his mind for no reason.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes swept inadvertently, and his gaze was suddenly attracted by a waist tag next to the skeleton, which should be attracted by the logo on the waist tag to be precise.

There was a small hoe printed on it, which was the symbol of the Juding Sect.

"Is it from the Juding Sect?"

Fang Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, and casually put the waist card in his arms.

In recent years, there has been friction between the Juding Sect and the Qingshan Sect from time to time, and the two sides have reached the point where water and fire are incompatible, if you change places, Fang Zhen and him are definitely a life-and-death battle, but I didn't expect to deal with the aftermath for him at this time, sometimes fate is really hard to fathom.

It may be that most of the demon beasts have fallen into a deep sleep, and Fang Zhen has not encountered too much danger along the way, except for encountering some low-level demon beasts, but the feeling of being watched by others is getting stronger and stronger.

He didn't like the feeling of being stared at, so he decided to find a way to lure him out.

Just as he was thinking, the branches in front of him shook, and a frightened monkey swept by.

Fang Scar's heart moved, and he chased him out.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Scar's figure disappeared into the jungle, he let out a miserable scream, and then heard him shout: "What a beast, you are so cunning, ah, no, you are a primordial beast......"

At this point, his voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had choked him, and then he stopped moving.

After about a pillar of incense, a person appeared where Fang Zhen had just stood, with a touch of disdain on the corner of his mouth, and said, "If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the chief disciple of the dignified Qingshan Sect would be so unbearable? He couldn't even fight a small monkey! But this is fine, and it will save me a lot of effort." ”

This person is also in his early twenties, his skin is frighteningly white, he seems to have just recovered from a serious illness, and his body is also weak, but a scar next to the corner of his mouth is particularly eye-catching, adding a lot of fierceness to him.

As he spoke, he took a short knife from his back and walked towards the place where the square marks had disappeared.

Within a few steps, he saw Fang Scar lying on the ground, the disdain at the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker, and he sneered: "It's also your luck that you died here in vain, if it falls into my hands, you will inevitably suffer some more bits and pieces." ”

After glancing around again and noting down the location, he returned the way he came.

As soon as he left, Fang Scar leaped to his feet, his eyes glowing strangely.

"I have no grievances with this person, why does he want me to die?"

Fang Scar is not a person who will be revenged, but if someone wants him to die, he will definitely not let this person live comfortably.

Thinking about it, he tiptoed to follow.

Although he had not specifically studied the light body kung fu, he had been carrying the stone grinding cultivation for a while now, and at this time his body was empty, and his speed was no weaker than any kind of light body kung fu.

Fang Zhen wanted to follow him back to his lair so that he could figure out the ins and outs, but the strange thing was that the man did not go out of the jungle, but instead walked into the depths of the jungle.

It's strange to say that there are all around the demon beasts that are so hungry that they lose their minds, but after seeing him, they all retreated, and none of them dared to go up to find trouble.

Although low-level demon beasts can be domesticated artificially, it can't be that all these demon beasts are domesticated by him, right?

Curious, Fang Scar got closer again, and soon noticed something unusual, it turned out that the scar-faced man emitted an aromatic fragrance, which seemed to be rubbed with some kind of medicinal powder.

Presumably it was because of this that those demon beasts did not dare to offend him.

It was evident that he was also very familiar with the jungle, and despite the intricacies of the road, he did not stop along the way, as if he was wandering in his own back garden.

The wife was peaceful all the way, and it wasn't until it was almost noon that a slightly visible demon beast finally appeared in front of him.

It was a wind wolf, known for its ferocity and extreme speed, although it was only a ninth-order demon beast, but because of the speed bonus, its combat power was already comparable to that of a first-order primordial beast.

Obviously, the Scarface Man's powder didn't work on it at all, and it just stood in the middle of the road, as if it had taken the Scarface Man as its belly food.

Fang Zhen let go of his divine sense, and finally saw clearly the cultivation of the scar-faced man, the martial artist Seven Heavens!