The strength of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending and the Great Demon Fist was given by people like a fish crossing water.

Cao Ziheng's face changed suddenly, these monks are definitely far inferior to him in terms of strength and martial arts, but they seem to have a special method of unloading the power, Cao Ziheng's terrifying power is like a monstrous flood to hit a solid piece of iron for these monks.

Although the force of the flood is thousands, the volume and density of the iron are destined to be absolutely only one ten-thousandth of the force that can fall on it.

Of course, these monks may not have this level of defense against strength, but Cao Ziheng's strength is really not much of a threat to them.

In the blink of an eye, six or seven attacks had already fallen on Cao Ziheng's body from all directions, and at the same time, more attacks appeared close behind.

Obviously, this is by no means the first time that these monks have done something with people, and the tightness of this cooperation can be called terrifying.

Force, power.

Countless thoughts flashed in Cao Ziheng's heart, but his figure had already fallen.

"Be careful, this is, this is the power of the fourth level of Qi training."

In the distance, Tang Ran's face changed in shock, he was originally one of the village leaders of the Hero League, in the space, every village is the root of the force, and it is the foundation for the development and growth of the future forces, so those who can become the person in charge are all quasi-high-level figures in the force, and therefore, Tang Ran knows far more secrets than Cao Ziheng and Zhang Meier imagined.

"Qi training level four."

Cao Ziheng's eyes moved slightly, but the figure that fell to the ground slid straight out, from Cao Ziheng falling to the ground, Tang Ran shouted, to this moment, but in the blink of an eye, those monks reacted quickly, and the move had been withdrawn, but, at this time, Cao Ziheng also stood up from the ground.

"Wishful thinking."

Cao Ziheng's eyes became fierce and solemn, in the information given by Dongfang Tianwu, he already knew that these monks were not simple, and he did not despise him, but he still didn't expect this thing to be so strong.

This is simply the existence of a cheater that is more than a cheat.

Upgrading from level 1 to level 3, Cao Ziheng clearly knew how difficult it was to upgrade in the space, and what kind of power he should be able to have to upgrade to level 4.

Now, these monks are far from strong, but they can have some power at the fourth level of Qi training, which is definitely something that only the protagonist's golden finger can do in any story and novel.

"Death."

Those monks didn't have the slightest nonsense, and attacked again with a cold voice.

This time, the offensive of these monks was even more fierce than before, obviously, Cao Ziheng's strength was ineffective against them before, but it boosted their arrogance.

Cao Ziheng's eyebrows were tightly locked, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at Zhao Min, at this time, this county lord was about to arrive at the door of the temple.

"Zhao Min."

Suddenly, Cao Ziheng roared angrily, and his figure rushed forward regardless of it, looking as if he was going to attack a few monks to capture Zhao Min.

"Arrogance."

The faces of several monks instantly became ugly, and the attacks that came out were combined in an instant, as if they were combined, and the moves of several people were combined into a force, and this force was so strong that even Cao Ziheng would never be able to harden it.

"Idiot."

However, at this moment, Cao Ziheng's figure suddenly crooked, and a cold light flashed in an instant, and a monk standing on Cao Ziheng's side looked stunned for a moment, maintaining an attacking posture and stiffening there.

In the next second, the powerful power that these monks had combined began to fade, and in the blink of an eye, it had dispersed again into several forces that could barely hurt Cao Ziheng.

At this time, a slight red line in the middle of the monk's eyebrows with a dull look slowly extended, running down the nose, jaw, and throat to the end.

"Basaman."

The rest of the monks screamed, but the sluggish-looking monks had already split into two and fell to both sides, the miscellaneous pieces in their stomachs fell down, and a fishy smell spread instantly.

At this time, Cao Ziheng ignored these monks, and the figure had already rushed out, and the Mengyuan masters who were blocking between him and Zhao Min were unlucky at this time, and they didn't see Cao Ziheng making a move, and one by one the Mengyuan masters were broken into two, or split into two pieces.

"Dodge, it's the Heavenly Sword."

Zhao Min's face showed an angry look and shouted, but the figure did not advance but retreated, and walked towards the outside of the temple more quickly.

"Big brother, your calculation is wrong, in the end, he did not rely on comprehension to control his body to defeat those wishful monks, but relied on the Heavenly Sword."

On the pagoda, Han Wuzun stood beside Dongfang Tianwu with a helpless smile and shook his head, but on the other side, a faint thought flashed in Wang Sicong's eyes.

"No, it's not just the Heavenly Sword, his swordsmanship seems to have reached the realm of winning without a sword and winning without a move, and his strength seems to have a hint of vagueness when he comes out of the sword, which is clearly a manifestation of the extreme use of power."

Wang Sicong thought slightly and said, when he spoke, he looked at Dongfang Tianwu, but the latter's expression was calm at the moment, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"As long as there are one or two more similar opponents, he will definitely be able to feel the existence of the fourth level of Qi training, and he will definitely be able to realize the mystery of controlling his body."

Dongfang Tianwu turned around and strode towards the pagoda, "Let's speed up, Wan'an Temple has no big gains for us to capture, and next, I think there should be other important plots, in the girl next to the Ming Sect Sect Leader Zhang I feel the breath of the alien race, very chaotic, very complicated atmosphere, I think the identity of the girl is by no means simple, it should be able to involve an important plot." ”

"Let's go, I believe in the eldest brother, Cao Ziheng can grow up, born Han nationality, the truth looks at how strong he grows up, whether he can surpass Lord Zhang Mengran."

Wang Sicong stretched out his hand to pat Han Wuzun's back, followed a few steps to follow Dongfang Tianwu, while Han Wuzun glanced at Cao Ziheng under the pagoda again, and then chased his feet towards Dongfang Tianwu and Wang Sicong.

At this time, under the pagoda, Cao Ziheng had already arrived in front of Zhao Min, and the Yitian Sword was next to Zhao Min's neck.

"Lord Zhao, give me a ride."

Holding the Yitian Sword, Cao Ziheng looked at Zhao Min with a smile on his face and said.

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