From the dense forest in the distance, there were bursts of figures shuttling, and there were extremely many of them, and Ming Dao hurriedly called out the Chaos Array Banner in his mind

"Senior, what's going on?"

Although Ming Dao heard the voice, his eyes could only see the black shadow of Dao, but Shen Nian could not detect it. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

"You're in big trouble, there are many people, there are probably more than twenty, and among them, there are strong people in the sixth or seventh stage of condensation, and there is more than one person, and there is even one person who is actually the eighth stage of condensation."

Ming Dao's face changed, and he condensed the eighth stage, this strength is also an existence that can walk sideways in the secret realm.

At this moment, more than twenty figures came out of the fog in the distance, and all of them looked at Ming Dao with a cold look in their eyes.

"You're Mingdao?"

The first one of them was dressed in black, with purple hair, a hint of evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were like the vast starry sky, which made people unconsciously indulge in it.

Mingdao is silent, looking at this situation, it is not good.

"Senior Brother Ku, he is Mingdao, I saw him when I was outside."

The black-clothed man at the head nodded, and then said to Ming Dao: "My name is withered glory, withered withered, and glorious glory." “

Ku Rong looked at Ming Dao with an evil smile and said, "Do you have a four-leaf cave underworld grass in your hand?" Hand it over, I can let you go, I still cherish geniuses. ”

Ming Dao's face turned cold, and sure enough, the person who came was not good, and as soon as he came, he asked himself to hand over the Cave Grass Grass, but the Cave Grass was not in his hands at all.

"I don't know where you got this news, but this cave grass is not in my hands."

Kurong raised his eyebrows slightly, and then smiled at Ming Dao and said, "Oh? Is it? Actually, I don't believe this kind of news either, but just to be on the safe side, throw your storage bag over and let me hold on, and if it really doesn't, then you can leave. ”

In order to reassure Ming Dao, Ku Rong paused slightly and added

"I am the chief disciple of the outer sect of the Yuan Demon Sect, and what I say definitely counts."

Ming Dao's face sank like water, this Ku Rong was too deceitful, he actually asked himself to hand over the storage bag to him for inspection, and looked at him, as if he should still feel honored, but when Ming Dao heard Ku Rong say that he was a member of the Yuan Demon Sect, Ming Dao was indeed a little surprised.

Ming Dao once heard Pang Fatzi say that the Yuan Demon Sect is the tenth largest sect in the Chinese Demon Dao, and the foundation in the sect is extremely strong, among which the worst elders in the sect are the existence of the Hui Spirit Realm, and its sect master is the existence of the Void Realm, and it is powerful in all directions.

The people around Ku Rong looked at Ming Dao with a playful face, obviously waiting for Ming Dao to make a decision, and everyone didn't take Ming Dao in their eyes, although they heard from the black wolf that Ming Dao killed the three demons of the Golden Rat, but the Golden Rat is also a second-rate character in their eyes, and seventy percent of them are not inferior to the Golden Rat in strength.

"I'll go, so many people! Brother Dao, let's withdraw first as respect. ”

"Brother Dao, remember your wise sayings, stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood."

There are also people who have different opinions

"I'll go, what are you talking about, you've been bullied like this, can you bear it? Brother Dao scolded them. ”

Ming Dao was silent, his face sank and he looked at Ku Rong, and Ku Rong was smiling, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere, like the tranquility before a storm, depressed and dead waiting to be broken.

After a while, Ku Rong said to the person next to him: "It seems that our little brother Mingdao is not going to give us things, so what should we do?" ”

The people around him laughed, and some people looked at Ming Dao coldly, and said with a sneer: "I don't know whether to live or die." ”

In their opinion, although the treasure is important, it must also be enjoyed by life, not to mention that the Cave Grass is completely useless to the Ming Dao, so it is really unwise to give away one's life for a treasure that is useless to oneself.

"Senior Brother Ku, I'll go and deal with him, see if I take the Cave Grass, I may not be able to help in the end, but I can still help you at this time."

Behind Ku Rong, a man dressed in black walked out, and this person was the same person who had laughed at Ming Dao before.

Ku Rong smiled and said, "Okay, Senior Brother Zhang Qiang, then I will work for you." ”

Zhang Qiang walked out, looked at Ming Dao with a cruel smile and said, "It's nothing, one minute is enough to deal with him." ”

Zhang Qiang didn't take Ming Dao in his eyes at all, he himself was the existence of the fifth stage of condensation, he only thought that dealing with an existence like Ming Dao could basically kill in seconds, as for Ming Dao's killing of the three demons of the Golden Rat, it seemed to be just an exaggeration in Zhang Qiang's eyes.

Zhang Qiang knew the strength of the three Golden Rats, even if he faced the three Golden Rat brothers, it was difficult to say whether he would win or lose, not to mention the existence of such a condensing qi in Mingdao, there was a gap of four stages.

Zhang Qiang dodged and rushed out, leaned over in the sky and rushed towards Ming Dao, and said with a cruel smile: "I can't complain about anyone if I look for death." ”

Zhang Qiang's fist erupted with powerful fluctuations, a black light dispersed the mist, and it appeared more dazzling in the gray-white mist, Zhang Qiang wanted to kill Ming Dao with one punch, at this moment Ming Dao's name is flourishing, and the whole secret realm knows that this young man who has been condensing for a period of time killed the three demons of the golden rat, and no one of the three demons of the golden rat has come forward to clarify the topic even more.

If Ming Dao is killed by his own punch at this moment, then he will be famous in the secret realm, which is also the purpose of Zhang Qiang's initiative to ask for a stand.

Zhang Qiang's eyes flashed with excitement, the more he became famous, then his status in the door would also rise, and he would naturally get more resources, and Mingdao was like his stepping stone.

At this moment, Ming Dao looked coldly at Zhang Qiang, who was covered in black gas in the sky, and the howling yin wind around him that was driven by the breath on Zhang Qiang's body, squatted down slightly, and pulled his hand back.

This is accumulating strength, preparing for a thunderous blow, while Zhang Qiang wants to kill the fame and fortune earned by Ming Dao, Ming Dao also wants to kill Zhang Qiang, so that those who despise themselves don't choose the wrong opponent! Mingdao is also ready to stand up!

The blood qi on Ming Dao's body surged, scattering the yin qi in the air, exuding a topaz-like brilliance all over his body, and his fist emitted a faint light, Ming Dao did not use spiritual power, pure physical strength, Ming Dao wanted to test what the strength of his pure physical body could reach.

Zhang Qiang saw this scene, and sneered even more, Ming Dao's decision is undoubtedly self-defeating in Zhang Qiang's opinion, although it is said that the body refiner can be invincible in the same realm, and he can kill the enemy in the same realm, but it is only a small realm, he is the existence of the condensation realm, and the physical strength wants to reach the condensation realm, it is too difficult!

"Boom"

The fists touched in the air, Zhang Qiang still had a cruel smile on his face, he had already foreseen that Ming Dao would be killed by his own punch, but when the fists touched, Zhang Qiang's face suddenly changed greatly, and he wanted to retreat in horror.

"No!"

"Bang Bang Bang"

I saw Zhang Qiang in the air, starting to twist from his fist, his fist was cracking, and his body was bursting with blood.

"Help me"

Zhang Qiang's expression was hideous, and he begged for help in pain.

"Bang."

Ming Dao's fist had already shattered Zhang Qiang's arm, imprinted Zhang Qiang's chest, and directly blasted Zhang Qiang into a blood mist.