"Maybe, who knows......" Meng Si shrugged his shoulders proudly, his eyes looked at the distant sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking, "This big brother of mine is a genius among geniuses......"

He sighed softly, his gaze withdrawn from the boundless and distant sunset, and his face regained that frivolous and unobtrusive appearance.

He looked at Wan Yan Lie, who had lost the strength to fight again, nodded slightly, turned around, and gestured his fingers at Canglan River, and sneered: "You didn't cherish the opportunity you gave just now, but now it's your turn." You have two choices: one is to be angry and obediently be your shrinking turtle, and the other is hehe-hehe-"

He looked up and down at this little marquis of Da Chu with bad intentions, and a cruel smile gradually bloomed at the corner of his mouth: "Let the young master tell you, why are the flowers so red." ”

Such an undisguised provocation is no different from humiliation.

The monks of Da Chu couldn't help but scold at once, and many of them even directly drew out the Xuan soldiers and rushed towards Meng Wushao.

Canglan Jiang lightly raised his palm, suppressing his own enthusiasm.

He looked at Meng Wushao with a look of ill intentions, and the corner of his eyes skimmed Wan Yanlie, who was protected by the two red gold monks in the middle, and finally nodded and said, "You are indeed qualified to fight with me." ”

Meng Siao immediately stroked his forehead, looking very unhappy.

Behind him, Ji Wulan laughed and said, "Five young people, just accept your fate, your ability to pretend to be forced is really weak! Any person can be stronger than you, hahahaha!"

"Laugh at the fart!" Meng Siao angrily sent a middle finger and said with righteousness, "That's because I am too modest and upright, young master!

The crowd burst out laughing.

Ram Bufan pointed at Meng Siao and said to the brothers around him: "Look, look, the fifth young man is annoyed and angry." ”

Zhuge Fei nodded and said, "Yes, generally speaking, at this time, someone is bound to be unlucky." ”

He Song nodded at Canglan Jiang and said, "Oh, isn't that a ready-made." ”

Wei Wuyang held his forehead, and there was an expression on his face that he couldn't bear to look at directly: "The next one will definitely be very cruel and violent, I think it's better for me not to watch it." ”

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Canglan Jiang looked at this detached gentleman buddy, where he sang and teased himself, and he was not annoyed, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and he pulled out a sneering arc.

"Probably, you think you're sure you've won. He began to walk towards Meng Siao, and as he walked, he said mockingly, "Innate divine power, plus the body forging realm has the liquefied spiritual power that only a Condensing God Realm cultivator can have, no wonder you think so self-consciously." Yes, I must admit that you do have the ability to conceit, and if you change places, you may really soar into the sky because of this. But, alas, on this continent of Middle-earth, you are destined to be only a stepping stone—"

He steadied himself about three feet away from Meng Siao, and said proudly: "Because, on this continent, there is a Canglan River!"

Before he finished speaking, his left hand had been raised at will, and in front of everyone's eyes, he actually made the same move that Wan Yanlie and Meng Siao had done before-

Punch the empty air at your side.

At the moment when his first punch was slowly swung out, a wave of spiritual power that was still above Wan Yan Lie suddenly exploded on his body.

"This Canglan River, sure enough, has also cultivated to the 'Refining God Realm', and moreover, the cultivation is obviously two small realms higher than me. Feeling the sense of oppression behind this spiritual power fluctuation, Wan Yanlie's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Regarding this legendary little marquis of Da Chu, Chijin's intelligence department has certainly made a lot of efforts.

It's just that with Meng Siao's experience, at this time, Wan Yanlie will no longer believe 100% of the information he knows about the Canglan River.

Moreover, the information about the Canglan River was originally based on his legendary experience. It's just a matter of reading it as a legendary novel, if you really want to believe it, then he will really be a big ****.

However, after seeing Meng Siao's terrifying power and explosive power in battle, Canglanjiang still dared to fight alone, obviously full of confidence in his own strength. Moreover, judging from his calm demeanor, it doesn't look like a swollen face and fat man for the sake of face.

However, in the face of Meng Siao, who has amazing physical strength and liquefied spiritual power, and Canglan Jiang, who is also a cultivator in the God Refining Realm, where is his conceited chance of winning?

Wan Yan Lie thought hard.

Although the victory and defeat between him and Meng Siao have been divided, and he has been defeated, but in his mind, he has been constantly simulating the battle with Meng Siao.

Comparable to the explosive power of the Condensation Realm, the physical strength of Pei Mo Nengyu, these two points alone can already suppress a monk below the Condensation Realm without the slightest strength to fight back. If you add martial arts and magic techniques, I'm afraid that even against the cultivators of the Upper Condensing God Realm, it will definitely not be too much!

The only advantage of the Concentration Realm cultivator compared to the current Meng Siao is spiritual sense and spiritual power......

Thinking of this, his gaze suddenly froze-

Could it be that Canglan Jiang just wanted to rely on the power of spiritual sense to contend with Meng Siao? In this case, what he had to rely on should be some kind of powerful magic trick!

It's just that, in the face of Meng Siao's explosive power comparable to the Condensing Realm, can the magic trick really have the expected effect?

Wan Yanlie didn't know, because he didn't have any interest in magic tricks. His cultivation path is martial arts, one punch and one kick, and the maximum burst out of his body's strength.

Canglan Jiang has already landed his first punch.

The dark blue spiritual power wrapped his whole person, beating endlessly, like a dark blue flame burning in his body.

Canglan River's first punch was thrown, and in the air, there was a sudden thunderclap-like beast roar, as if there was an enraged powerful demon beast, which was opening its bloody mouth and roaring at everyone present.

In his fist, the dark blue spiritual power suddenly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of blue flames as tall as three or four people. In the midst of the blue flames, the beast's roar came again, full of incomparable royal domineering.

In the next breath, a colorful tiger wrapped in blue flames roared and rushed towards the place where the fist of the Canglan River was pointing.

Thirty feet away from his fist, there was a huge rock that was five or six men high.

The fierce tiger, which was burning with a raging blue flame, opened its bloody mouth and pounced on this rock at once.

With a "boom", the huge rock was smashed in an instant, a burst of smoke and dust rose from the ground, and countless gravel drove towards the **** in all directions, hitting the ground within a radius of one zhang around it.

Not far away, a towering tree with three people in their arms was shot by a piece of rubble, and the trunk of the tree exploded directly, and countless sawdust flew sideways.

In just one moment, two-thirds of the trunk of the tree was cut off, and the remaining one-third of the trunk was broken in two because it could not support the weight of the whole tree.