"Hey, boy, see if I don't beat you to pulp!"

Wang Ji's fists clenched and rattled, staring at Xiaochendao.

"Why don't you run out of the 100,000 mountains guarding your homeland!"

Xiaochen doesn't want to spend time with him here, it's meaningless, it's boring.

It's not that Xiaochen is jealous of Wang Ji, it's really that Xiaochen wants to know if there is the kind of elixir that the old man said in the mausoleum, if there is Xiaochen, he will desperately snatch him over, if not, the other treasures will also have to grab one, and they all promised Qin Yurou to give him a magic weapon, and he can't break his word.

"Hmph, you have to take care of what I do!"

With that, Wang Ji's huge fist slammed into Xiaochen's head.

The fist shone with a layer of talking like a moonlight hazy luster, the air was compressed, and the bottom of the fist exploded a series of sonic booms, like a landslide cracking and shattering the mountains, and everywhere the fist strength passed, it was shattered by the strength of the fist.

Three changes to strengthen the body:

A change, the fists are like a mountain to break through the army.

Two changes, the body is like a rock, both offensive and defensive.

Three changes, the body is like a mountain and the power breaks through the sky.

One becomes stronger than another, the strength increases exponentially, it is a barbarian heirloom martial art that barbarian warriors must learn, practice to the extreme, and burst out with all their strength to kill a Linggen Realm monk with one punch.

The barbarians also have a strict hierarchy, from the smallest barbarian to the great elder of the barbarian, each level is carefully divided.

Warriors, barbarian generals, barbarian kings, barbarian gods.

Among them, the warriors are subdivided into nine levels, and the brute generals are subdivided into six levels.

In the 100,000 mountains, there are several barbarian tribes gathered, and the barbarians have not appeared for a long time to unify the barbarian king, and the barbarian god has become the totem of the barbarians.

Although there are branches, they are all barbarians under the protection of barbarian gods, believing in one god, so the barbarians are still very united, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the barbarian territory, as long as they enter the 100,000 mountains and approach the barbarian territory, none of them come out alive.

Wang Ji is a fifth-level warrior in strength, and his cultivation of the three transformations of the body is already the peak of the first transformation, and his strength is not much different from that of the late-stage cultivators of the Gathering Spirit Realm.

But Xiaochen and Ben are not ordinary monks, Wang Ji must be easy and gorgeous to crush other monks in the early stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, but against Xiaochen, he will no longer be so easy.

"Boom!"

The medicine shelves in the room were shattered and the slag was smashed, the sawdust was splashed, and the walls were blasted out of cracks by the swept fists, but the mountain-like figure was not sluggish, and after the fists were blasted out, the feet were also exerted, and the sweeping legs swept through the dust, shaking out one broken mark after another on the ground.

"Boom!"

With a punch, Xiaochen's arms were dense in front of him, and the huge fist smashed on his arms, Xiaochen slipped a few feet, and his feet shook, "Boom!"

Hit the wall behind him, blasting out a puff of dust and smoke, and the wall shook, at the moment when Xiaochen got up

"Click, click!"

One after another, the cracks left like lightning, and there was a bang!

The wall that had been hit by Xiao Chen collapsed with a bang.

"Xiaochen!"

Qin Yurou looked at Xiaochen, who shook his head and rubbed his arms, and said, "It's okay!"

Xiaochen looked at Qin Yurou and smiled slightly: "This bit of power is also tickling." ”

Suddenly, a hint of coldness flashed in Xiaochen's eyes, he looked up at those brown eyes, and said, "I'm really in a hurry, I don't have time to play with you!"

"Bang!"

Xiaochen's feet shook, his body rushed into the air, his arm bent slightly, and his elbow turned outward to blast Wang Ji's heart.

Wang Ji pulled back with his right foot, and took half a step back, comparing his speed with Xiao Chen, unless he was a formation-level monk, Xiao Chen's speed was invincible in the same realm, even the monks in the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm could not catch up with Xiao Chen.

"Bang!"

The elbow was pressed against Wang Ji's chest, Wang Ji snorted, took a step back, and when he raised his fist to resist, the raindrop-like fists all hit Wang Ji's chest, and the fist hit the flesh, and his honest face was covered with a layer of hideous fierceness.

"Puff puff!"

Wang Ji, who was constantly bombarded with fists, kept retreating, and Xiaochen punched out close to twenty-six with each punch, and the late-stage cultivators of the Gathering Spirit Realm who had not entered the ultimate Gathering Spirit Realm had only the power of twenty-six bulls.

After Wang Ji strengthened his body, although his own strength increased greatly, it was only twenty-six and a half strength.

The increase in strength after the transformation of the body has the strength of the barbarian himself, it is impossible for a third-level warrior to directly kill a sixth-level warrior after performing the three transformations of the body, if there is really such an example, the sixth-level barbarian warrior died too unjustly.

Bombarded by Xiaochen, Wang Ji, who was like a mountain, crashed into a wall of the room, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, and he snorted, his fists clenched at the moment when he was about to hit Xiaochen's door, his eyes suddenly expanded, and the words he wanted to shout choked in his throat.

"Bang!"

Wang Ji's chest thumped, Xiaochen's white fist was imprinted on his chest, and ripples visible to the naked eye swung from the bottom of his fist.

"Boom!"

The wall that Wang Ji was leaning against was shattered with a bang, the gravel was splashed, the dust and smoke were everywhere, a mouthful of blood gushed out of Wang Ji's mouth, and his body slowly returned to normal.

Poof, leaning back, he collapsed into the rubble, gasping for air.

Some monks passing by here were a little surprised, and some continued to hurry.

Xiaochen fell upside down in a volley, glanced at Wang Ji, pulled Qin Yurou in a trance, walked into the corridor, and ran towards the corridor, it was really late to go and there was really no soup!

......

In the mausoleum, the man with the hat looked at the old man who walked in slowly and said: "Old man, you are right, this is indeed a good place, and those above are the best things in this ruin, but it is better for you to die here, and save the need to find a place to bury your bones, you say." ”

"Hehe, this is not true, the old man has lived for so many years, the place where the bones are buried naturally has to be a feng shui treasure land, this place is indeed suitable for me, but the side of the couch does not allow others to sleep soundly, you all go!"

The old man stroked all his beard and said.

"You old man, your tone is so arrogant, you really don't care about us!"

"Boom!"

"This old man has really lived enough!"

Before the words fell, a group of people entered the entrance of the mausoleum.

......

"Oh, there's someone again, it looks like this baby is not going to be able to be separated. ”

Zhang Tairan raised his eyebrows and looked at the two teams of people who came in, "Lin Haoyan, Xie Jianming, they are also here." ”

"Hehe, I met an acquaintance. ”

Lin Haoyan swept over the guards in the mausoleum, looked at the corners of Li Dongxu's lips, and snorted coldly.

Li Dongxu looked at Lin Haoyan's sarcastic gaze and snorted coldly and ignored it directly, turned his head to look at the twenty white spiritual mist hanging above, and said secretly in his heart: "You must get that one." ”

Suddenly, the ears of everyone in the mausoleum moved, and the rumbling sound of the ground was heard, and everyone in the mausoleum looked at the black pressure outside the door and rushed over, and the originally deserted mausoleum instantly became lively.

Suddenly, a figure rushed into the air, and then several figures followed, all of them swept towards the twenty spiritual mist above the high platform, forcibly taking the lead!