As for the currently promised elixir exercises and even the divine refining weapons, they can indeed be handed over to the other party in full. After all, if the children of the Qing clan say anything, if they don't believe it, they will be despised by the clansmen.

But the so-called promise of "handing over the secret and showing mercy" is simply an empty phrase that cannot be measured.

Because beating him half to death is considered mercy to his subordinates, and beating him to death is also considered mercy to his subordinates. In short, as long as the opponent's life is spared, then no matter how you knead and destroy it, so as to severely damage the muscles and veins in the opponent's body and collapse its martial arts foundation, it can be regarded as merciful.

In this way, he can not only get a great opportunity, but also fulfill the life of the elders. Kill two birds with one stone, why not.

With these calculations, Qing Yu is naturally open at this moment. Knowing that every move outside the clan gate will be clearly seen by the gang of bigwigs in the council hall.

But it's about the future of martial arts, and everything can't be taken care of. Not to mention that the clan elders cared about their identities and disdained to eavesdrop on his words. Even if he really heard it, his willingness to exchange martial arts resources with his clansmen with pill mysteries would not touch the clan rules and taboos.

On the contrary, some elders may still appreciate his resolute style of seeking opportunities.

It's just that when Qing Yu's hot and excited gaze touched Qing Ji's eyes that looked at him like a fool, his whole body suddenly felt like he was splashed with a basin of cold water.

Then Qing Yu was like in a dream, and he saw the beast-skin boy grinning at him. Then a fist was infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes. There was a thud and it was slamming on top of his face.

Qing Yu, who was completely unable to react, felt that he had really turned into a feather. Whirring and flying. At the last moment of his confusion, he vaguely heard a voice in his ear and laughed: "A waste who has lost his mind and is crazy, pretending in front of your family Qingji Uncle is a fart." ”

Bang!

The dust settled, and the crows were speechless.

Seeing Qing Yu, who was still stunned and fainted, all the young people in front of the clan all wondered if the void above their heads had collapsed in a regular manner.

Red Yin Vein Qing Yu, a powerful man in the late stage of the Flying Heaven Realm. Recently, by chance, he has obtained a set of secret methods for refining gods and demons that are rare in ancient times.

Not long ago, he relied on a terrifying body like the reincarnation of a god and demon, and fought hundreds of moves with a peak powerhouse of the Flying Heaven Realm in the Red Spirit Vein, without winning or losing. Its combat power is by no means comparable to the previous Qinglong and Qingkun Qingpeng brothers.

However, such a super genius who was outstanding in the Qing clan was beaten to death by the beast-skinned boy with a single punch.

"I'm coming!"

At this moment, a violent voice sounded, it was none other than the only remaining Red Spirit Vein among the five teenagers.

He stepped forward, his eyes looking directly at Qingji. stared at him viciously for a long time, then suddenly nodded approvingly: "Sure enough, it is a mountain and a mountain high." Since I celebrated my invincible practice of martial arts, I have been brave and brave, and I have not lost the battle of the same level. I see you today, but I am ashamed of myself.

It's just that this battle is inevitable. I have three punches, please give it right. ”

Don't wait for Qingji to speak. The left arm is slightly bent, and the hand is clenched into a fist, and the center of the fist is pointed at the door facing him. The right fist is closed under the flank, and the heart of the fist is facing the sky.

He took a half-step forward with his right foot, and his right fist took advantage of this step to pass it out from his side.

I only heard a click, and the sound of a thunderbolt rumbled in everyone's eardrums.

Qingji was taken aback, and his expression suddenly turned solemn. His arm stretched out, half into a tiger's claw. Yu Zhong did not allow the middle to shoot with his left palm to the right fist, and resisted the opponent's blow in the air.

Qing Wu's fist was still more than half a foot away from Qing Ji's palm, the light blue light and shadow flickered, the sound of water flowing endlessly, and the crackling and popping sound was mixed in.

But still with Qing Invincible's strength, this bland but secretly thunderous punch, but he can no longer advance an inch.

Duh!

Qing Wushu snorted softly, and the left fist that was originally pointing at the center of his eyebrows returned to the flank. As the left foot stepped forward, the left fist was also passed out from the flank. There was another clicking sound in everyone's eardrums, and they had already seen Qing Ji stretch out his right fist, half into a tiger's claw, and had already blocked Qing Wuji's left fist.

Only this time, the light blue light and shadow flashed out, and the sound of flowing water also disappeared. Qing Invincible's second punch pierced through the void and hit Qing Ji's palm.

In an instant, the two of them couldn't stick to each other, and there was a roaring sound from the depths of the earth under their feet. The ground in front of Qingfu is not known to be paved with what kind of material. It was still not harmed in the slightest by withstanding the fierce fighting and trampling of the terrifying strength of both sides.

At this moment, Qing Wushu withdrew his right fist from the coercion. The right foot stepped forward again, and the right fist was still handed out as flat as before.

With his third punch, everyone's eardrums instantly felt swollen and cracked, so uncomfortable. But for some reason, I didn't hear the third click.

And Qingji, who was in the situation, changed his expression suddenly at this moment. Qing Wuving's three punches seem to be clumsy and ridiculous, as if in the mountains and villages, there will be some crop-like villagers doing their hands and feet.

But between the other party's fists and fists, there seems to be a simple and simple charm hidden in it.

In particular, the strength carried by these three punches was actually superimposed by ten times each time. When the first punch was struck, Qing Ji could still resist it in the air with the majestic source power that Fang Shi had entered the Meng Abyss Realm.

When it came to the second punch, the opponent's already powerful punch strength had increased tenfold compared to the first punch.

Although Qing Ji's martial artist source power is not much stronger than the ordinary Meng Yuan Realm, Qing Invincible is a strong man in the late stage of Feitian, and the gap between the realms of the two sides is extremely large.

Now attacking it with ten times the force, the power of the water source that Qingji oscillated was collapsed without any suspense in the face of this overwhelming bombardment, and was directly hit in the palm of the palm by the opponent's fist.

Fortunately, the strength of Qingji's body is unparalleled. His Kaiyang golden body operated quietly, blessed the martial arts source power with the power of his physical body, and finally took the second punch of Qing Wuving.

Just when Qingji's chest was stuffy, his breath was surging, and his breath was almost stagnant. Qing Invincible's third punch came suddenly.

As soon as this fist appeared, Qingji immediately knew that it was not good. Others watched from a distance, but they just felt that their eardrums were swollen and uncomfortable. And Qingji's whole person has already been in the midst of a seemingly calm but actually turbulent fist rush.

The strength of Qing Invincible's third punch was ten times that of the second punch. Not only that, but that terrifying fist not only oppressed the aura of Qingji, but even a thunderclap sounded in the sea of his soul.

If it was an ordinary Meng Yuan martial artist, if he only suffered a soul attack formed by the condensation of this punch, not to mention dying on the spot, most of them would also fall to the ground in a coma.

But Qingji even took Wang Yuhan's Tianyin Soul calmly, and he would not be hurt by this punch sound.

The sea of his soul shines brightly and brightly, and he does not move. But suddenly, a golden skull as big as a basin appeared, and with a big mouth, it swallowed the invisible attack of Qing Invincible's fist.

(End of chapter)