It was Jiang Yan's fist, it was really powerful and fast.

What followed was his cold words: "You are still pretending to be your mother!" ”

He was sure that the man in front of him was Si Kongjian, because, when he said the names of Ho Dao and Si Kongjian, he was observing, observing everyone's reactions.

Therefore, when several people who ate melons all looked at the monk beside him, and at the same time showed that incredulous expression on his face, he confirmed in his heart that this person next to him was commonplace.

And the muttering words of the melon-eating crowd added to his conviction even more.

So he struck, and there was a wave of anger in his chest, stirring up a majestic power, and he had to vent this power!

The strong wind was blowing in his face, and the fist was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and it was like a mountain in an instant!

What a punch!

Sikong secretly smacked his tongue, he understood that his wishful thinking of not admitting it had failed, but he didn't have much hope, it was just delaying time.

At this moment, in the face of this nuclear bomb-like punch, he relied on his rich combat experience to make the most effective block at the fastest speed.

He lifted his two arms and staggered his forearms to hold his head firmly.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled thud, and the fist slammed into his forearm.

The next moment, a strong force that Pei Mo could resist surged out from that fist, and it was common to see that he only felt the pain in his arm bones and heart, and at the same time, the whole person flew sideways.

"That's a lot of strength!"

He flew in the air, thinking.

But that's fine, he thought, so I don't have to be under siege anymore.

Previously, he was surrounded by a group of melon-eating people.

When Jiang Yan said his name, when those incredulous eyes looked at him, he really felt like a wolf that had fallen into a flock.

At this moment, he felt that his upward momentum had ended, and his body began to fall.

So, he endured the sharp pain in his arm bones, exerted force in his waist, and performed a backflip, which landed firmly on the ground.

Jiang Yan didn't give him any respite, he rushed over again, threw a punch fiercely, and asked loudly at the same time: "Where is Jiang Xingruo?!" ”

It was as if a tiger was roaring, and after this shout, the whole street fell silent.

Sikong saw that he ignored him, it was impossible for him to hand over the little girl, after all, it was the source of true water, which could prolong his master's life.

He opened his mouth and spat out a small silver shield to meet Jiang Yan's fist.

While!

Jiang Yan slammed his fist on the small silver shield, as if two iron mountains collided, and the huge sound echoed endlessly, and the lowly cultivator was directly shocked to turn pale.

The next moment, Jiang Yan was shocked back, and the light on the small silver shield also dimmed a little, and it could be clearly seen that there was a small fist mark concave on it.

Sikong felt distressed for a while, it was the magic weapon he had worked so hard to practice, I don't know how much effort he had put into it, he was reluctant to play with it on weekdays, but at this moment he was beaten and deformed.

How strong is this kid? He couldn't help but think, this was incredible, the other party actually left a fist mark on his indestructible silver shield!

Just when he felt a burst of confusion, Jiang Yan came up again, and the turbulent waves in his chest were surging, urging him to ask Jiang Xingruo's whereabouts.

If not, then kill the killer!

"Tell me," Jiang Yan swung his fist again, his eyes gradually turning red, "Where is the little girl!" ”

With this punch, he used the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye to ensure that he could capture the trajectory of the commonplace movement, and then restrain him.

However, Sikong saw that he had no intention of fighting at this time, and he clearly knew that at this moment, on this street, he had more than one enemy.

In fact, he is not known for fighting, but is good at using arrays, so his master knows how to graft flowers and trees, and this is why he practiced shields as magic weapons.

So, when he made up his mind to escape, he threw out a diagram of the sacrificial formation.

The so-called array diagram is by no means a thin piece of paper with some ghostly patterns on it, but a black stone slab.

This slate is engraved with mysterious patterns, the trajectory is very smart, and the composition of the slate is a precious five-element stone, which contains a rich aura.

This stone tablet had been smeared with the blood of the alien beast and used to increase its spirituality, so this stone tablet was very precious, and its value was even far higher than the Fire Separation Rune that Jiang Yan snatched from Chi Tianzhu.

And the function of this stone slab is indeed similar to that of the Fire God Rune.

Just throw this slate up and let it hover in the air for a moment, and the formation on the slate will be activated.

At that time, the trajectory of the mystical will stimulate the spiritual power in the Five Elements Stone, and the spiritual beast blood will communicate with the master's mind, and this stone slab will tear open the space and take the master to wherever he wants to go, unless the spiritual power of the Five Elements Stone is not enough.

Therefore, this stone slab is equivalent to a reusable fire rune, as long as the Five Elements Stone with abundant spiritual power is replaced in time, it can keep tearing apart the space.

In fact, this slate is the treasure of this vein, and his master loves him, sees him as a lowly cultivator, and is afraid that something will happen to a lone seedling under his own door, so he will give this slate to him.

The old man is right, at this moment, this slate is about to be commonplace. And the reason why Si Kongjian is in danger is to prolong his life.

Tear the space, Si Kong thought to himself, although it would cost the precious Five Elements Stone, but for the sake of the source of true water, everything was worth it.

"Dang!"

Jiang Yan used all his strength to punch, but he was once again blocked by the silver-white shield, and he took a step back, feeling a burst of anxiety.

He did use the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, but Sikong Jian didn't fight with him at all, he hid behind the small silver-white shield, like a turtle with a shrunken head.

Fighting a shrunken turtle with a hard shell would make anyone anxious, but Jiang Yan's anxiety was even worse.

He wanted to beat him violently, it was best to beat him to death, and then force Jiang Xingruo's whereabouts to be asked, which was the strongest desire in his heart at this moment.

However, the other party hid in the turtle shell and did not fight him.

"You like to be a turtle?" Jiang Yan swung his fist again, and he transformed the raging sea of fire in his heart into power, and poured it all into his fist, "Then I will burst this turtle shell!" ”

"Dang!"

After this punch fell, a huge sound swept out, and even those who were not shallow in cultivation were a little ugly.

At the same time, what made Sikong feel frightened was that the small silver shield was so large that it seemed to be really broken and pierced.

"Crush me!"

Jiang Yan swung his fist again, he used all his strength to calm down, and the fist style alone had the potential to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

This punch fell, and the small shield really cracked, although there was only a small crack, but it also made Sikong see a white color.

"It's really broken!" In the back, a monk exclaimed, his tone full of incredulity.

It's so terrifying that he broke a defensive magic weapon with his fist, is it still human?

"Dangdang!"

Jiang Yan threw three punches in a row, each punch was terrifying, and the gap on the small shield was much larger, and it could already be seen through his eyes.

"Whose young talent is this? The punch is so powerful, and the energy is so endless! ”

Some monks exclaimed, startled by Jiang Yan's continuous punches.

Jiang Yan's fist was indeed very heavy, but any cultivator, if he used all the essence and energy of his body, could swing such a heavy punch.

However, it can only be thrown with such a punch.

After a punch, the spirit is exhausted, and then it will languish and lose its combat strength.

Like Jiang Yan, he kept throwing heavy punches, and each punch was comparable to the full force of others, which was simply incredible and unheard of.

"He's like a fierce soldier, and like a war machine!"

A monk muttered, impressed by Jiang Yan's strong physique.

Listening to these comments, the corners of Lin Mengdie's mouth rose slightly.

"The so-called body of the god of war," she thought, "is a peerless murderer, a war machine. ”

The small shield was almost broken, and Sikong was pale, this was a magic weapon that he had worked so hard to refine, but it was almost destroyed at the moment!

At the same time, he felt a burst of panic, the fist power of the young man on the other side was too terrifying, and his physique was too strong, he really didn't know how to cultivate!

With such a person as a mortal enemy, it is really difficult to sleep and eat.

And that's exactly what he's going to do, he's going to deprive the little girl of her physique, and the little girl will die because of it.

One can imagine what kind of retaliation that would incur!

However, although it was terrible, it still did not frighten him, he was not frightened, and his master's precarious life would not allow him to regress.

"As long as Master obtains the source of true water," Sikong Jian looked at Jiang Yan and thought secretly, "Maybe he can break through the realm, in that case, I'm afraid he can suppress this reckless man by raising his hand." ”

Thinking of this, he added a kind of eagerness to the little girl who was staying in the secret compartment of his closet at the moment, and he longed to deprive her of her physique at once.

So he threw the slate into the air, ready to leave, waving his sleeves so that not a cloud could be taken with him.

"Crush me!"

Jiang Yan finally let out a loud shout, and his fist smashed down like an ancient sacred mountain!

The center of the small silver-white shield was already crawling with dense cracks, like spider webs.

At this moment, he was hit hard, but it exploded and exploded into countless pieces.

At the same time, he saw Si Kongjian throw a stone slab.

The stone slab hung in the air, shooting down a blurry and mottled brilliance, enveloping Sikong Jian's whole person.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan had a bad premonition in his heart, because he had seen this blurry brilliance.

It was in the cave of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, at the junction of the two spaces, there was this kind of blurred brilliance.

Now, the slate emits this brilliance that envelops the commonplace, what does that mean?

He didn't know, but he vaguely guessed that after using the head shrinking strategy, Sikong saw that he was going to smear oil on the soles of his feet again, and he would go to the top plan.

That's not going to work.

"Come on!" Jiang Yan shouted, took a step to meet Sikong, and hooked his fist from the bottom up!

No matter what, he wanted to stay in commonplace and force Jiang Xingruo's whereabouts.

The next moment, however, his fists pierced through the blurry brilliance and through the commonplace bodies, as if they were some kind of illusory projection.

"Go first," Si Kongjian's voice became distant, as if he were thousands of miles away, "don't look for that little girl anymore, she's dead." ”

"No!"

Jiang Yan let out a painful roar, the result was not acceptable to him, and his eyes immediately turned demonic scarlet.

Previously, he had suppressed the light of his eyes, trying not to let it change color.

For he already knew that the light of his eyes represented some kind of legend, which, if seen by others, might well lead to some terrible conspiracy.

However, at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"It's you!"

Sikong Jian exclaimed, and his voice was very distant.

He saw the color of Jiang Yan's eyes, and then he finally understood that the young man in front of him was Jiang Yan, who had a special physique!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind!

"You leave it for me!" When Jiang Yan heard him speak, he stretched out his hand unwillingly, trying in vain to grab something.

However, everything was light and shadow, and it was as if he had changed into a ghost, and the physical things would only pass through him.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him: "Where to go!" ”

This sound sounded in Jiang Yan's ears like thunder, and the next moment, the bearded stall owner rushed over.

He held a lunch box in his hand, the kind of plastic lunch box sold in the supermarket, which he held high and threw into the sky.

The next moment, the lunch box rose in the wind, and in an instant it became extremely huge, covering this side of the street.

It was an incredible scene, a huge plastic lunch box, like a dome covering the four fields, covering a small piece of the sky.

"Bang!"

The next moment, something hit the lunch box with a clear muffled sound.

The light and shadow in front of Jiang Yan's eyes disappeared, and Sikong Jian grabbed a stone slab and fell from the air.

"Bang!"

The next moment, he hit the ground and rolled on the ground in pain.

"It's so ruthless," Sikong Jian said as he rolled around, "The only one who can restrain my master's secret treasure is the legendary pot covering the sky." ”

"Hmph," the bearded stall owner snorted coldly and scolded angrily, "You scumbag, think you can run? ”

"I run? Where do I go? Sikong Jian said, at this time his tone became very strange, the previous confusion was swept away, and now he seemed to be in control, "I don't want to run now." ”

"So what do you want!" Jiang Yan rushed in front of him and kicked him in the back.

Bang!

This kick was very heavy, and Sikong saw the whole person flying sideways, and the stone slab also came out of his hand.

Jiang Yan reached out and grabbed the stone slab, so that he didn't have to worry about Si Kongjian running away again.

"Give it back!" Sikong saw the reaction and shouted. The treasure of the master was snatched, and he was a little panicked.

"Give it back to you, and let you grease the soles of your feet?" Jiang Yan sneered, put away the slate, and rushed to Sikong again.

Sikong saw that he got up from the ground, and before he could speak, Jiang Yan's fist had smashed into his face.

"Bang!"

His whole body flew out sideways, his face bones were directly crooked, blood and white teeth flew together, and his expression became extremely hideous and terrifying.

"I want to kill a little girl," Jiang Yan chased after him and kicked him away again, like kicking a leather ball, "You are really capable!" ”