There was a fake Hongjun just now, who knows if this Hongjun is real?

Moreover, even if it is true, it is not necessarily better than him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't see a real battle, and for the conversation between the two of them, he didn't even believe a single punctuation mark.

Even listening to Hongjun's praise of that mortal, Long Aotian felt a faint sense of grievance in his heart.

Xu Que, who had not even reached the realm of the Immortal Dao before, was able to be warmly received by Hong Yi from the Holy Master Palace.

And he, Long Aotian, was left here, and hundreds of people who heard it were waiting.

It already made him feel that his dignity was insulted.

Now Hongjun actually said that the mortal named Saitama could kill opponents below the Golden Immortal in seconds, which made him even more unhappy.

He is the son of the Heavenly Dao, and he acts like heaven and is invincible.

Even so, it is only in the realm of immortals now.

How could such a mortal be able to defeat any opponent below the Golden Immortal without even going through cultivation?

"Since you don't believe it, can you dare to take this Saitama Xiaoyou's punch?"

was refuted and provoked by an ant, Hongjun did not directly take action to beat Long Aotian into ashes, because he was afraid that he was in the Holy Realm, and the situation was unknown.

If it was in his own world, he would have let this ant-shaped god be destroyed forever.

Despite this, looking at the mocking face on Long Aotian's face, Hongjun still couldn't help but feel the urge to return him to the furnace and rebuild.

Since he made a big shot to bully the small, the ant didn't believe that this Saitama friend could hurt him.

If he really dared to respond to himself, Saitama's punch was enough to make him understand what it meant to regret not being at the beginning.

"Huh! I really want to try the power of the legendary punch that can kill the Golden Immortal in an instant. ”

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a disdainful smile, and Long Ao was in his chest.

Who are you? That is the son of the Heavenly Dao, when the evil turns into good fortune and becomes auspicious, how can he be afraid of a mortal's punch.

Seeing that Long Aotian should descend, Hongjun looked at Saitama with a smile.

"Xiaoyou, since people don't believe in the power of your punch, why don't you throw all of them and let this big master feel it, how about it?"

When talking about the big master, Hongjun deliberately accentuated his tone.

The disdain is beyond words.

"Good!"

Ben is eager to fight, Ben is to find someone who can catch his punch.

Now he has found a Hongjun who can't help the other party with all his strength.

Looking at this Long Aotian and his second child, Saitama subconsciously felt that this Long Aotian should also be a very strong person.

Therefore, I did not refuse this request, but agreed after thinking about it.

"So, Long Aotian Xiaoyou, do you still need to make some preparations?"

Seeing Saitama agree, Hongjun looked at Long Aotian as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Ready? Taking a punch from a mortal is a humiliation to make the other party hit you, what else do you need to prepare?

Is it to prepare not to let the other party stain their clothes? ”

Long Aotian's eyebrows raised upward. The tone was rather disdainful, "Come on! ”

"So, I'm going to punch!"

Listening to Long Aotian's words, Saitama frowned slightly, clenched his right hand into a fist, and reminded him before making a move.

Long Aotian sneered, but did not respond, and did not even make the slightest defensive move.

In his opinion, a mortal, even if he falls asleep and does not resist in the slightest, the other party will not be able to hurt himself in the slightest.

Looking at Long Aotian's conceited appearance, Saitama subconsciously increased his strength.

Concentrate and use eight percent of his power with one punch.

A plain and ordinary punch attacked Long Aotian at a speed that ordinary people could see clearly

Seeing this, the disdainful smile on the corner of Long Aotian's mouth was even worse.

"With this kind of strength, I'm embarrassed to say anything about the ...... under the Golden Immortal."

Long Aotian couldn't finish his sarcastic words, thinking that before his words fell, Saitama's punch had already hit him.

The body protection mana around him that was used to rebound Saitama's attack and wanted to make the opponent make a move failed to block it in the slightest, and shattered like foam under Saitama's fist.

The immortal-grade magic robe that he relied on to be proud of was shattered piece by piece before he could even expand his body protection function.

And Long Aotian himself, the moment Saitama's fist hit his body, his face suddenly changed.

"This ...... How can it be! ”

Looking at Saitama, who showed a look of disappointment and stood with his fists closed, Long Aotian's face was full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most unreasonable thing about this incident.

"I'm sorry, I knew earlier, I shouldn't have used eighty percent of my strength, and if I had fifty percent of my strength, I wouldn't have been like this!"

Looking at Long Aotian, who was like crazy, Saitama showed shame on his face.

"How so? I'm ...... O son of the Heavenly Dao! ”

Listening to Saitama's words, Long Aotian wanted to vomit blood, but he had no blood to vomit.

After saying this sentence unwillingly, looking up at the sky, Long Aotian's body was instantly shattered, and it dissipated with the wind.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he seemed to hear Hongjun's old voice.

"Son of the Heavenly Dao? If you are a son of the Heavenly Dao, then you should call me ...... Godfather! ”

Quiet!

At the entrance of the Ten Thousand Realms Passage, there was an eerie silence.

Looking at Hongjun and Saitama who were standing in the field, everyone present was silent for a while.

No one thought that under Saitama's punch, he would really wipe out the dragon Aotian of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

There are many people present who are above the realm of the Golden Immortals, but there are more people who are lower than the Golden Immortals, and even more people who have not yet become immortals.

At first, when I looked at Saitama as a mortal, many people didn't take him in their eyes.

Even after listening to Hongjun's words, many of them were like Long Aotian, and they didn't trust it in their hearts.

And now, the truth is happening before their eyes.

Even if it is a bureau, Long Aotian will not be able to cooperate with his own life.

Therefore, it is conceivable that Hongjun's words are not false, and Saitama's punch is really enough to threaten all the opponents under the Golden Immortal.

In this way, when many people looked at Saitama again, the mortal in their eyes, their eyes were already unconsciously filled with some awe.

Although the opponent's realm is indeed mortal, the opponent's attack power has reached the point where it can kill all the powerhouses below the Golden Immortal level in seconds.

As for the defense, no one has tried it, but if the opponent's attack can exceed the limit under the power of the law of cause and effect, its defense will definitely not be too low.

In this way, apart from lifespan and supernatural spells, there is not much difference between the mortal in front of him and the ordinary golden immortal.

You don't need to practice, you don't have to work hard, and you don't even have to survive the thunder tribulation, you have the combat power of the Golden Immortal level.

This guy is the bastard of the Great Dao, right?

Looking at Saitama, many people unconsciously brought all kinds of envy and jealousy in their eyes.

I can't wait to beat him up to seek psychological balance.

And then......

"This gentleman, may I ask, can you take my sword?"

Just as everyone's hearts were broken and thinking about beating Saitama, the illegitimate child, a voice sounded again from the entrance of the Ten Thousand Worlds Passage.

Follow the prestige.

I saw a tough guy with a resolute face and a two-handed sword in his hand.

Standing at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Worlds Passage, looking at the bald head Saitama.

In my eyes, I was full of eagerness to try!