Chapter 2 You can't

"Damn, woe, I didn't mess with you without you!" When the gray line rushed out, several shouts sounded, and several figures blocking between him and Xiao Ding jumped to the side one after another, and some of them couldn't react, and they were directly knocked into the blacksmith furnace that was burning with red flames and the steaming quenching water tank.

Then, the sound of "oops" and cursing sounded, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted out.

"Whew!"

The wind sounded, and the gray line approached instantly, and at the same time, an iron fist the size of a human head was also aimed at Xiao Ding's front door.

The big fist was also shrouded in misty light, as if wearing a misty fist glove.

"You sneak attack!" Xiao Ding scolded.

This workshop is the place where the bow city makes weapons, the space is relatively large, there are more than a dozen blacksmith furnaces in the workshop, and there are no less than dozens of people who make iron, blow wind, carry iron, etc. Moreover, there are several people between Yang Peng and Xiao Ding, and there is a considerable distance.

That Xiao Ding obviously couldn't have imagined that this "disaster" would rush away from everyone without saying a word, and run directly to face it with a punch!

Xiao Ding scolded in his mouth, but his cultivation was not weak. I saw his figure flash to the side, dodging Yang Peng's head-on punch, and at the same time, the big hammer in his hand was also indiscriminate, and with a dignified sound, he smashed down on the "calamity" heavenly spirit.

"your brains!" he grunted, grinding his teeth.

"Noise!"

Yang Peng reprimanded, and saw the strange steps under his feet, and he didn't even look at the hammer that he smashed with his head, but raised his left arm upwards and hit the hammer directly.

At the same time, the right fist that had been avoided by Xiao Ding did not retract, but flipped its wrist and swept horizontally, and the big fist that was clenched with a misty light smashed towards Xiao Ding's neck with a "buzz" sound.

"Damn, it's going to kill you!" said one of the blacksmiths, shrinking his neck as if the punch had been smashing into his own neck.

"This battle consciousness ......," the black-haired man nodded in praise on the side.

"That is, to be able to bloody out of the ethereal ancient road, the sense of battle is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people. That's why I said that Xiao Ding was given for nothing!" said the one-eyed old blacksmith while looking at the ceiling.

"Bullshit!"

Over there, Xiao Ding obviously heard the discussion between the black-haired man and the blind blacksmith, and he was rude again. However, he didn't lose the battle on his lips, but he was shocked in his heart.

The hammer in his hand is also the large hammer in the blacksmith's workshop, which is specially used to make super-hard tires. The weight of the hammer itself is nearly 100 catties, and then he urged it to be repaired, and it has a full strength of two or three hundred catties.

Surprised to surprised, that Xiao Ding is not a soft egg after all. He also knew that Yang Peng's right fist had smashed into his neck, so his body was slightly sideways, and his left palm was raised, just like Yang Peng, and he blocked the big fist. And the hammer that was pulled out with his right hand did not retract, and his body did not perform any more dodging movements, and still smashed it down!

"Break it for me!"

He burst into a loud snort. The true qi in the body was agitated, running directly on the arm, and the hammer in his hand immediately increased in strength, and there was a dignified strong wind following the hammer roar, like a blade.

Not only that, but under the urging of the true qi in his body, the hammer actually made a "whoosh" sound, and the sound of a beast's roar came out.

"Damn, this is a real soul-infusion!" exclaimed the blacksmiths.

With the sound of the beast's roar, people saw a hairy tiger head appear above the hammer head of the hammer!

The tiger's head was as big as a bucket, with a black mane, blood-red eyes, and a golden word "king" on his forehead. As soon as the tiger's head came out, the bloody mouth opened, the fierce teeth were exposed, and it devoured Yang Peng's left arm in one gulp.

", it's the Blood Pupil Golden King Tiger!" The onlookers burst out in surprise again.

"This Xiao Ding has activated the spirit refining in his body, and he is a blood-pupiled golden king tiger! No wonder he dares to shout at the 'calamity'!" the black-haired man exclaimed.

"Damn, it's unreasonable, why can't I touch such a powerful beast soul?" and some people had stars twinkling in their eyes, revealing envious gazes.

"I'm afraid this disaster is really going to kick the iron plate. "Others are worried.

The cultivators in this world, after going through the beginning of the Bigu Realm and the Qi Cultivation Realm, entered the realm where Yang Peng is now - the Spirit Condensing Realm.

The Spirit Condensation Realm is the condensation of a beast spirit in the spirit valley in the body, which is called spirit refining.

However, the spirit refining of the Spirit Condensation Realm is a dead thing, and it is necessary to obtain a beast soul from the outside world and inject it into it to awaken it.

The success of soul injection is Xiao Ding's current soul injection realm.

If the spirit refining has a soul, it means that this practitioner has crossed the threshold of a beginner-level practitioner and has entered the ranks of middle-level practitioners with strong combat power.

Urging the spirit refining can greatly enhance the combat power of the practitioner!

That Xiao Ding urged the spirit refining in his body - the Blood Pupil Golden King Tiger, some of the blacksmiths were surprised, some were envious, and some were worried, but it seemed that Yang Peng didn't feel anything, as if this tiger head that surprised and envied everyone had nothing to do with him, and still raised his left arm and hit the hammer and the tiger head directly.

It's just that those who are careful will find that at the moment when the tiger's head appeared, there was a flash of light on his left arm.

The light was clearly of the same type as the misty light that shrouded his body, but it suddenly lit up as it slid over his arm!

"The body is really angry!"

The black-haired man let out a low cry.

Obviously, his cultivation is also good, and he saw the extraordinary light on Yang Peng's left arm, "This Yang Peng's spirit refining in his body should not be underestimated, and it is by no means a vulgar thing!

Spirit refining is an entity condensed from the essence of the true qi in the practitioner's body, which is generally in the form of a beast, and is in a state of ignorance before the soul is infused, but there are also special ones.

If a practitioner has outstanding talents and qualifications, then even in a state of ignorance, the refining spirit in his body may give the deity some extraordinary abilities.

Obviously, the black-haired man saw that the spirit refining in Yang Peng's body was extraordinary!

The discussion continued, but it seemed to have no effect on Yang Peng. I saw that his arm was raised with a slight light, and his right fist was still smashed towards Xiao Ding's neck.

Everyone's ear chakras heard a "dang" sound, and Xiao Ding's sledgehammer head smashed down angrily seemed to be smashed on the anvil, and it was violently bounced.

"Damn, what kind of arm is this?" Everyone was surprised again, "That's the blood pupil Jin Wang Hu's appetite and the heavy smashing force of the iron hammer!"

Before everyone could finish speaking, another wail was heard. I saw that the bite of the tiger's mouth suddenly burst open, and the tiger's head with a mouth full of blood retracted into the hammer that was being knocked up in the wail.

"It is worthy of being a person who walked out of the 'Ethereal Ancient Road' alive, it is amazing!"

But that's not all.

At the same time, everyone saw that Yang Peng's big punch also collided with Xiao Ding's blocked palm. A "click" was heard in the ear chakra, and the big fist smashed on the palm, Xiao Ding's palm immediately bent back, like an iron bar that was smashed under the hammer, bent backwards, and the back of the hand was attached to the arm.

"I ...... Damn!" The crowd was speechless.

Although Xiao Ding did not despise Yang Peng's big fist, it did not attract enough attention from him. The left palm he raised did not expect to be able to seal Yang Peng's big fist, but thought that as long as he could block it for a moment, the hammer in his hand would break the opponent's arm, and then directly smash into the opponent's heavenly spirit.

Smash a brain splatter!

What I didn't expect was that Yang Peng's arm was stronger than iron, directly knocking his sledgehammer away, and the big fist of his left hand broke the bones and tendons that hit his palm from his wrist!

"Ah......" Xiao Ding let out a miserable cry, and the sharp pain immediately made his forehead sweat.

But it doesn't seem to be the end of it. In the midst of the screams, Xiao Ding saw all the blacksmiths turn their heads together, and the word "ruthless" spewed out of their mouths.

He suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and he heard a "click", and then his eyes went black, his head was tilted to the side like a palm, and his body was stumbled out by a strong force, and he fell to the ground with a "poof".

Yang Peng's big fist smashed his palm, and Yu Wei Yousheng continued to smash out, directly on his neck.

This means that the palm in front of him is offset, otherwise, it will not be the palm of the hand, but the neck bone of his neck.

But Rao is like this, his neck bone seems to have been hit hard, if he is not treated in time, I am afraid that he will have to tilt his head to look at people in the future.

"This scourge is really ruthless!"

"Shooting is a killing move, never procrastinating, it is worthy of being killed from the 'Ethereal Ancient Road'!"

"Severely damage the Soul Infusion Realm with the Spirit Condensation Realm, it deserves to be called 'disaster', good job!"

There was a chorus of praise among the blacksmiths.

At this time, Yang Peng walked to Xiao Ding's approach, bent down and reached out to pat Xiao Ding's face, which was already distorted with pain, "Call your brother, you can't." ”

After saying that, he turned around and took the shirt from the scar boy's hand again, put it on, and then walked outside the artifact workshop.

The scarred young man put his hands behind his back, and Shi Shiran stepped forward. Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked Xiao Ding's body: "Xiaoxiang, you can't do it in the same realm, it's one realm higher than my brother Peng, you still can't! I'm afraid it won't be possible in your life, let's call your brother!"

Then he also leaned over and patted Xiao Ding's distorted face, shook his head and said, "However, I don't think your brother can do it either!" After speaking, he pouted and walked out behind Yang Peng.

"Whew......"

Xiao Ding was speechless, a beast-like roar burst out of his throat, and then his eyes closed, and he fainted under the pain and anger.

"I'm afraid that the grandsons of the Black Shirt Camp will also suffer, go, and go to cheer for the disaster!" shouted among the blacksmiths, and they took the lead and walked outside the smithy.

"Oh, this Yang Peng...... Tsk!" The black-haired man walked in the crowd and kept smacking his lips, "and the domineering energy I used to be...... There is a comparison!"

"You?"

Everyone stood together, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the black-haired man like a monster, and then shook their heads together, "You can't do it, call your brother!" After speaking, they laughed together and walked out of the workshop.

In an instant, people went to the empty shop, and only the burning blacksmith furnace and Xiao Ding lying on the ground were left in the huge blacksmith workshop......