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Brother Han said, but at this moment, the figure behind him had long since disappeared.

Ye Qingyun didn't pay attention to Brother Han's words, and said slowly: "Brother Han, you have a good look!"

As he spoke, he threw punch after punch, each punch carried the breath of a king, and each punch was more powerful than the other, like a rough sea, one wave higher than the other!

This is exactly the undefeated king fist!

In the past few days, Ye Qingyun still has a good impression of Brother Han.

He saw that Brother Han was good at boxing, so he planned to teach this trick to Brother Han, of course, as for how much the latter can learn, it all depends on the latter's talent.

"Little brother, be careful!" As soon as Brother Han finished saying this, the next moment, his eyes were round and round, he raised his head and looked ahead, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"This ......"

Not only him, but the warriors behind him had the same expression on their faces.

Shock, disbelief, and unbelievability were all written on the face.

I saw Ye Qingyun blast out with one punch, directly smashing the hurricane!

Just such a punch, it seems simple, but it is very powerful.

"Huh?" When the demonic young man saw this scene, there was also an incredulity on his face, licked his dry lips, and muttered secretly: "Unexpectedly, your kid's strength and surface cultivation are not the same!"

"Okay, I'm going to see what real strength you kid has!"

As he spoke, he shot forward, like a sharp sword, leaving a trail of afterimages and a muffled sound of breaking wind in the void.

Facing the young man who burst in, Ye Qingyun's expression did not have the slightest fear, some were just calm, he sneered, clenched his fist in his right hand, and blasted out with a punch again.

At this moment, the demonic youth also threw a punch.

Fists collide against fists, as if not the flesh is colliding, but two divine weapons colliding with each other.

Dazzling sparks appeared in the void, and the entire space seemed to be frozen.

Under the collision, the face of the demonic young man changed on the spot.

The opponent's fist carried the will of the king, so that he had to surrender.

Boom!

The demonic young man felt that his right hand was numb, with a tingling pain, and immediately after, his figure was directly blasted out.

"What?"

"My mother, is it so strong? Is his cultivation really only the Nine Transformations of the Great Sage and the Third Transformation of the Soul Transformation?"

"How is this possible? Is this really the strength of the Third Transformation Soul Martial Artist? He actually defeated the Five Transformation and Five Elements Transformation Martial Artist?"

"I'm not mistaken, am I?"

Before, these people thought that Ye Qingyun's strength was weak, but now it seems that ......

Brother Han looked at the majestic figure who was fighting fiercely with the demonic youth, and his eyes couldn't help but tremble and tremble.

"So the little brother is so powerful?"

He also thought it was incredible.

At this moment, Ye Qingyun is not fighting a demonic youth at all, but is abusing a demonic youth.

This punch was blasted out again and again, like a dog.

The demonic youth wanted to resist, but found that the other party's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that he was not facing a human warrior, but a dragon!

"This!"

The demonic young man's face changed drastically, and when he fought to the back, fear quickly grew in his heart, because he found that the latter had not used all his strength at all!

"This guy's body is so powerful!"

Ye Qingyun was undefeated with one move, and the king fist was vividly displayed.

The more the demonic youth fought, the more frightened he became, and he took a few steps back, his face full of shock.

"How is this possible? You only have the cultivation of the Nine Transformations of the Great Sage and the Third Transformation!"

"It can't be, it's impossible!" said the demonic youth continuously.

"Nothing is impossible!" Ye Qingyun sneered and continued to fight.

It's a battle without suspense.

The demonic young man was tortured to death by Ye Qingyun, and his nose and eyes were swollen.

Brother Han and the others all widened their eyes.

In the end, Ye Qingyun assassinated the other party with a sword, without even looking at the other party.

"Little brother, you are so powerful! I have eyes and I don't know Taishan!" Brother Han and the others said again and again.

At first, they all thought that Ye Qingyun was a drag oil bottle and needed their protection.

And now?

Who protects whom?

Ye Qingyun smiled and didn't care.

That demonic young man did have a combat power that did not match his superficial cultivation, but compared to Ye Qingyun, his combat power was too weak.

Unconsciously, Ye Qingyun had already arrived at his destination.

A vacant lot.

Brother Han arched his hand at Ye Qingyun, thought about it, and said: "Little brother, that thunder altar hides some kind of formation, every night, a large number of thunders will gather, these thunders are extremely violent, and I have also heard that the appearance of thunder will be accompanied by some kind of monster!"

"There were some proud sons of heaven who also wanted to use this thunder to temper their bodies, absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and quickly improve their cultivation! But in the end, these people were somehow either killed by the thunder or became fools, which is very strange!"

"Little brother, I see that you are young, and you have such cultivation and such amazing strength, I don't mind if you wait for your cultivation to be promoted before entering the Thunder Altar!"

Brother Han had a very good heart, and said to Ye Qingyun in a serious tone.

"Oh, is there such a strange thing?" Ye Qingyun was slightly stunned, and then nodded, a smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, Brother Han, but I know it in my heart." ”

"Uh-huh. Brother Han looked at Ye Qingyun and didn't say anything anymore, maybe the latter could really absorb the power of thunder to improve his cultivation.

After all, the strength of the latter is too strong.

Talk again.

After looking at the departing Brother Han, Ye Qingyun walked towards the Thunder Altar.

The Altar of Thunder is ahead.

Here, it is sparsely populated, and it seems that few people come here.

At this moment, it is afternoon, high in the sky, the sun hangs, emitting a fiery light, shining throughout the forest.

The Altar of Thunder needs to be triggered at night.

Therefore, Ye Qingyun could only wait.

This Thunder Altar is huge, like a ring, about ten meters long and eight meters wide.

"Brother!"

At this moment, a young man came not far away.

The young man has a strong appearance, knotted muscles, and is about twenty-five years old, but his strength is the same as Ye Qingyun's, and he is in the third soul transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Great Sage.

The young man had a bronzed complexion, but his teeth were very white.

At this moment, he was looking at Ye Qingyun with a smile and said, "You can come here, presumably to wait for the night, and then refine your body in this Thunder Altar, absorb the power of thunder, and increase the holy power in your body, right?" "My name is Nangong Bei, can I make a friend?"