"Who? Could it be Li Yan......."

An Qisheng was shocked, and then relieved in an instant.

Li Yan is rational and alert, knowing that he can't do anything, he won't catch up so quickly.

After making up his mind, he looked up and saw a person standing quietly in the faint moonlight under the night hundreds of meters away.

"Foreigners?"

An Qisheng's eyes were very good, and he looked at it through the faint moonlight.

It was a tall white man, not nearly two meters tall, with long hands and long feet, and a pair of blue eyes shining in the moonlight.

He stood quietly in the moonlight, in perfect harmony with his surroundings, as if he had not been here, but that he should have been there.

This feeling is somewhat familiar to him.

It seems to be very similar to the breath on Xue Zheng's body.

"Can you cultivate to this point in such a hellish place? Not bad, very good. ”

Tong Zhengyang looked at the person who came, and was a little surprised:

"You're not bad at stealing your whereabouts."

"Blood like a dragon, such a strong body!"

Under the moonlight, the white man gave up his hand from afar, and said a big mystery with a straight voice:

"My name is Potter, and I'm from the distant empire on which the sun never sets, and I've met this, Your Excellency the Alien."

Ordinary people are hundreds of meters apart, and the sound will inevitably be distorted and blurred.

But the voice of the potter was not loud, but it was extremely condensed, spanning hundreds of meters of night wind, and it was clear and loud.

It's like leaning into your ears to make a sound.

"Aliens?"

Tong Zhengyang chewed these three words and couldn't help nodding:

"According to you, that's not wrong."

He used the Soul Snatching Dafa to know a lot of common sense in this world, but he didn't know everything, and he could only say that he understood a little.

But these three words are easy to understand.

Porter?

Anderson remembered who this man was.

When Mu Longcheng came to power, he once completely purged the masters who fought against him in the beggar society, and in the next thirty years, he collected a group of masters.

There were three leaders, including himself.

This Potter seems to be the second leader of the Beggars.

Legend has it that he is a master of great success, but now it seems that it is more than that.......

"It's an honor to meet Your Excellency."

Potter's eyes were brighter, brighter than moonlight:

"For more than ten years, I have been looking for power beyond the mundane, and it seems that I have finally found it."

As the foreigner spoke, a wave of heat hit.

In Ankisen's senses, the alien named Potter was like a burning furnace, and his breath was terrifying.

"Transcendent powers?"

Tong Zhengyang seemed to be very interested in this white man, and smiled when he heard this:

"That depends on how you define that power! In my world, only celestial beings are beyond the mundane, and for you, perhaps I am beyond the mundane. ”

"Celestials?"

Potter's eyes became deep and restrained, obscuring deep longing:

"Your Excellency's world, what is it like?"

His spirit has long been clear, it is already instinctive to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and he has already sensed the great danger contained in this trip before he came, and he almost died for life.

Mu Longcheng even left him a warning of 'if you meet black clothes, retreat ten miles'.

It means that within ten miles, he can't escape.

But he came anyway.

In fact, he had been looking for this person in front of him for more than a few months.

There are several videos circulating in the Golden Eagle Empire, many people don't believe it, but some people believe it, such as him.

"What's the point of telling you?"

Tong Zhengyang let out a long sigh.

If he could choose, he would rather face the Heaven and Earth Hunting Order of the Dao of Wang Quan and the Huangjue Temple, rather than survive in such a desperate place.

Unfortunately, I can't go back.

Only the celestial man can shatter the void, and the distance between him and the celestial man is ten times greater than the gap between ordinary people in this realm and himself.

As soon as he thought of this, Tong Zhengyang was a little excited, and waved his hand casually:

"It's not easy for you to cultivate to this point, I won't kill you today, go back."

"Does Your Excellency not want to kill me, or can't you kill me?"

In the moonlight, Potter stood with his hands down, his heart surging with alarms.

But his face was as deep as the sea, and his blue eyes were solemn.

Coming at such a great risk, he naturally would not have retreated like this.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Tong Zhengyang laughed out loud:

"Although you have refined your muscles, bones, flesh, marrow and blood, but the old man's qi has been formed, like you, the old man should not kill too much!"

In the long laughter, Tong Zhengyang's words suddenly became cold, like the middle of winter descending on the earth, blowing a bleak cold current:

"In this way, if you don't die, the old man will answer your question!"

Bang!

There were bursts of thunder on the flat ground, like a supersonic plane flying low at altitude.

The strong wind blew out the blazing bonfire, and the surrounding grass, trees, earth and stones scattered and stirred in all directions.

Anqisheng was dressed in hunting, and the air currents cut through his sweatshirt like a knife.

His feet were strong, his waist sank into a thousand pounds, and his calves were deep in the mud, so that he was not blown to the ground.

But he didn't care about it, and by the time the roar sounded, he had already looked at the white man hundreds of meters away.

Because he had prepared for a long time, this time he finally saw Tong Zhengyang's movements clearly.

He looked closely.

From the time he sat cross-legged and laughed loudly, to the time he crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and punched out with one palm, almost only in two seconds!

Its speed is already approaching, even reaching the speed of sound!

How strong a body could erupt at such a terrifying speed?

Dangerous!

Dangerous!

At the same time as Tong Zhengyang was smiling, the crisis in Potter's heart had reached its peak.

And in the next moment, he saw the rolling wind whistling, fierce and unbelievably Tongzhengyang.

The huge crisis in my heart is like a volcano erupting.

I saw that palm slapping, falling from the sky, as if covering the moon and the night, bringing darkness deeper than the night!

Withdraw!

Withdraw!

Withdraw!

There seemed to be a cannonball exploding under Potter's feet, the earth and rocks were splashing, and a backward sweep was tens of meters, and at the same time as the dots were connected under his feet, his arms were raised.

One pushes left, one right, such as holding Tai Chi, such as holding yin and yang.

The visible currents of air converged in front of him, and his arms danced like a large spider's web, and the energy vibrated and vibrated in his body.

The sound of blood flowing directly through the body, like a river crashing on the shore and the tide of the sea.

At the same time, his already tall body was even more upright, and the green tendons under his fair skin rose like a dragon and snake, like a layer of iron clothing.

Potter took seven steps back, but just a few hundred meters back, Tong Zhengyang had already slapped it with one palm.

Rumble!

The air flow was raging in an instant, like a cannonball exploding in the air.

The visible air flow spread out like a shock wave, stirring up countless dirt, sand and stones.

An Qisheng, who was hundreds of meters away from the place where the two collided, seemed to feel the shaking of the earth.

Bang!

There was a dull low sound, and a figure was thrown away in the airflow.

Potter flew upside down in the air, his body fell, smashed the big tree beside the road, and then 'soared' on the ground and stepped back seven or eight steps in a row before he barely stopped.

In front of him, the ground in front of him cracked and spread for thousands of kilometers, like a herd of giant elephants running wildly, a mess.

And at the end of the ruins, Tong Zhengyang was still sitting cross-legged, as if he hadn't moved!

An Qisheng's heart swayed, Tong Zhengyang from the time he shot to the time he returned, the speed was simply sensational, and the air pressure brought by his speed explosion was extremely strong, and his jack drop was almost unable to maintain.

"Poof!"

Potter opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of inky blood, and his face instantly lost all its rosiness.

Ink-like blood spurted out, like boiling water falling to the ground, exuding hot steam.

Potter shook and straightened.

His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and his arms in front of him were broken and bent, and the white bones inside him were faintly visible.

The shirt on his chest seemed to evaporate, and a large clear handprint remained there.

"You've lost."

Tong Zhengyang flicked his fingers casually.

His strength was well known, and although he was too badly injured to exert his full strength, his palm was enough to pierce the steel weapon called Tank.

Although this white man's physical vitality was the strongest he had ever seen in this world, he was slapped by him, and his internal organs were broken, and he couldn't live for long.

In this world, no one should be able to save him.

"I didn't lose."

Potter's internal organs were burned by fire, and all of his body ached, but his complexion did not change.

Looking directly at Tong Zhengyang, he said calmly:

"I'm not dead now, I took this palm."