Wu Feng, who had finally broken away from the savage in the air and put on his coat again, was clutching three storage bags and rummaging through them.

"Eh, what did I just pack, how come there is no decent thing" Wu Feng grabbed the best thing in the three storage bags in his hand, a flying sword with a low-grade magic weapon, you must know what Wu Feng used to use before, and the one he held in his hand is not better than this.

"When did I become a garbage worker, and I went to clean up the garbage for the Ziyuan Immortal, was it too fast to start at that time, if I stayed, would the Ziyuan Immortal Club be surrounded by people all over the world in the future?"

"Damn, if you stay, it will save me a lot of effort, these three wastes are talking about the hell, saying that I am the one who is angry, and in the end it is not burned to them, and it seems that I will have to be cautious in the future, and I will be cautious"

"The mouth can't be too cheap, you can't bite like a mad dog, and after biting, you still have that bloody thing dangling around, and you're afraid that people all over the world won't know that he's a mad dog, hey, think about it, it doesn't seem to blame me. Fight back, and if you run away, you'll die."

Wu Feng of the Jindan period shamelessly cursed the three psychic guys.

"Oh my God" Wu Feng, who had finished counting his character, suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed: There are so many good goods that I have saved so hard before, but now they are all cheaper and thousands of blood, how can this bastard really take advantage of himself, and then he is reluctant to squeeze one out, when did I become someone else's mobile treasure trove, fortunately, I am not a woman, otherwise it is estimated that even the most precious advantage will be taken up by him.

"There used to be so many treasures in my pocket, I didn't cherish them, until the pocket was broken, the baby was gone, I didn't remember, my treasures haven't even given them a name, poor baby, but I'm more pitiful than you now, you all come back and pity me" Wu Feng sighed while flying.

"I'm just now discovering that the best thing is not what you already have in your hand, but what has been used up and gone. Now I found out that the farthest distance is not the end of the sky that can't fly with a flying sword, and the head of the sea that can't be swept by the sea and the spiritual sense of the sea, but the distance between my hand and my pocket, there used to be so many bosoms, so many free pastes, and now when I reach out and want to grab one, I find that they have all entered other people's arms and lived in other people's pockets."

With a flip of his hand, he threw another garbage back into the storage bag, and then grabbed the last item that he hadn't seen yet, "Hey, Nanshan Absolute Valley, there are unknown fluctuations when it is close to breaking, and it is suspected that a heavy treasure was born" Then the last item is a jade slip, or a piece of sound transmission jade slip.

"Chongbao, do you want to try the chance, I don't know how many people have gotten the news, those old monsters don't know if they will go" Wu Feng, who was thinking about whether to go to the muddy water, frowned tightly, feeling that it was an extremely difficult thing to decide.

At the moment when Wu Feng lost his mind, a breath stronger than the blood thousand suddenly burst out behind him, a fist that was completely suspected of being the size of a few people by spiritual power, approaching in an instant, with a cold on it, so that the surrounding temperature instantly fell to the freezing point, and the surrounding space was suddenly suffocated, and the powerful Jindan high-level aura made Wu Feng feel a heavy pressure to follow, and the bones of the whole body were pressed and shrunk suddenly, and the flesh and blood instantly vibrated countless times, which dissolved part of the pressure, and it was not as good as letting Wu Feng break free from the pressure before he could fight back。

This is the manifestation of the benefits of the strength of the physical body. At this time, if the person who received this punch was just an ordinary person on the first layer of Jindan, then he would definitely be shocked by that momentum and lose his mind for a moment, and then he had to break free from that pressure before he could fight back, so that the person who was originally weak and was passively attacked fell into an absolute crisis.

The victory or defeat of the master is often only in an instant, and the master who made a sneak attack did not keep his hand because of the advantage of cultivation, and did not give people the opportunity to fight back head-on, but from the shadows, trying to hit with one blow, and one blow will make you unable to turn over.

It can be seen that this person is also an extremely ruthless, extremely cautious person, originally, the lion fights the rabbit, but also with all his strength, with more than strength, and does not come out, or keep his hand, that is the practice of stupid people, no gas, no courage people, these people can only be a conspirator at most, and can never become a hegemon, a hero.

Obviously, the person who shot at this time was a brave and resourceful strongman, and his purpose was to knock Wu Feng down with one move, so that he would completely lose the confidence to resist again.

However, he underestimated Wu Feng too much. With a flash of inspiration in his mind, his plan was guessed by Wu Feng for eight or nine points, because Wu Feng often used this trick when he was in Kanto City.

He also underestimated the strength of the blood demon's physical body, because it was already out of the category of ordinary physical body, and the physical body that already belonged to the level of spiritual weapon strength had many incredible places, and even supernatural powers.

At the moment when the fist appeared, Wu Feng reacted, a cold light flashed in his eyes, his whole body shook, and the heavy pressure was immediately relieved.

With a low roar, a lower-grade spiritual weapon that was about to be exploded by Wu Feng's mana turned into a white light and slashed at the fist, with a loud bang, and the medium-grade spiritual weapon immediately burst open.

"Huh" There was a burst of unexpected surprise in the void, because Wu Feng was really too loser, too extravagant, and he scrapped a low-grade spiritual weapon with one blow, you must know that the spiritual weapon can only be practiced by the top level of Jindan at least, and the vast majority of world realm powerhouses can only refine spiritual weapons. As for the magic weapon, it only requires the cultivation of the high-level of the world realm or the powerhouse of the Heaven Realm to be able to refine it, while the refining of the spirit treasure is only possible in the Tongtian Realm.

As for Wu Feng, he completely used the spirit weapon as garbage, and destroyed one with one blow, and like Wu Feng, he didn't want to enter mana into the spirit weapon, even if he was not scrapped by that fist, he would be damaged by the huge mana, and even degraded to a magic weapon.

Of course, Wu Fenggang's low-grade spiritual weapon was not damaged in vain, and Guo Wei's fist that hit him was just slightly slashed, the shape became a little smaller, and the light on it was also a little dimmed.

Seeing this, Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and another spiritual weapon slashed at the fist that was getting closer and closer, boom. Another bang. At the same time, Wu Feng's whole person flashed in place, and instantly appeared in front of the fist, roaring angrily, the body that had shrunk a while ago instantly expanded back to its original size, only the right hand was still expanding after changing back to its original size, and the dark red light on it was circulating, and with the flashing of light, the fist was also constantly getting bigger and bigger, and it was also impressively one-third the size when it met the fist that was suspicious of the aura.

With a bang, the huge impact force made the surrounding air twist, and a powerful air flow erupted from it, Wu Feng's hair was blown and swayed in the air, and the clothes all over his body were also hunting, and the sleeve on his right hand started from the wrist to the shoulder, directly turning into powder, * The dark red light on the right arm, the swollen muscles, and the beating veins were like a weapon of the demon god, Wu Feng was like the demon god who controlled the weapon, and he resisted the huge fist to death.