"Hell?"

Hearing Tu Yao's introduction, Wan Qing was a little embarrassed, and with a few voices, he roared himself into the prison built by the God of Fire.

"Well, this is the most dangerous place in the Bitter Hell, the Bitter Flame Mountain, but we are only at the very edge for the time being. ”

said that he took Wan Qing to Kuyan Mountain for refuge, Tu Yao with a wry smile on his face, he was actually abandoned by his companions, and which shelter was discovered by himself, it was really full of irony.

"Thank you, Sister Yao! With my breath, no one can hurt you!"

Wan Qing stood upright, standing up to the sky and the earth, shining brightly, this is a man's declaration, a man's promise.

"Haha~!"

Tu Yao laughed domineeringly, not because she mocked this Xiao Ming, but because she was moved. Even if this Xiao Ming only has the eighth order of the first rank, but those who dare to say this to themselves, except for their relatives, this Xiao Ming is the first person.

"What, look down on me?"

Wan Qing's masculinity made Wan Qing unconvinced by Tu Yao's laughter.

"Look!"

As he spoke, Wan Qing's right fist burst out of a foot-high flame, and a punch slammed into a fiery red boulder next to him.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the fiery red boulder shattered into a pile of rubble.

With a wave of Wan Qing's right hand, the flames disappeared, and the fragments turned into powder, and with Wan Qing's wave of his hand, they scattered.

"You~!"

Tu Yao's eyes widened, what kind of strength was this. The hardness of this rock, Tu Yao had tried, but with his second-order strength, he couldn't smash it with one punch.

"Huh!"

Wan Qing tilted his head slightly, and saw that there was actually a fiery red stone on the ground. The stone is the size of a palm, the surface is extremely smooth, and the slightest glimmer of light escapes, which is quite beautiful.

"Sister Yao, do you recognize this thing?"

Wan Qing picked up the stone, walked in front of Tu Yao, and asked in a low voice, very curious.

"Flame Stone, the ore peculiar to Bitter Hell. Although this Bitter Flame Stone is exclusive to the Bitter Prison, it is extremely rare, I didn't expect that you would hit a piece with one punch!

Tu Yao held this piece of flame stone and chattered from time to time. This ore is not simple, although it is only a grade B medium grade, but it is not exchanged for grade C ore.

The reason why the lion and bitter beast did not dare to enter the bitter Yan Mountain, even if it was on the edge, was because the bitter Yan Mountain was the place where the Yan stone was most concentrated.

This flame stone is the aura that emanates, and it can cause some damage to the bitter beast, let alone touch it.

Hearing that there was substantial harm to the bitter beast, Wan Qing couldn't help but smack his mouth, this is really a good thing. At the same time, Wan Qing was full of curiosity about his lion bitter beast, which was actually a second-level sixth-order.

"Sister Yao, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Wan Qing suddenly found that Tu Yao's face was a little pale, and a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Let's go, Kuyan Mountain is about to break out!"

Tu Yao didn't have time to explain to Wan Qing, so he grabbed Wan Qing and ran outside.

Tu Yao is a native of the Tu tribe, and his sense of soil is extremely strong, and it can even be said that the soil that Tu Yao touches is a part of Tu Yao's body.

The outbreak of Kuyan Mountain caused the soil to heat up sharply, and Tu Yao, as a native of the Tu tribe, naturally felt the extremely high temperature, and his body could not bear it at all, so he could only flee.

"Huh?"

Wan Qing frowned slightly, there was actually a big lion lying not far in front of him, his golden hair was like silk, and his tail was even stronger and more powerful, even if it was a slight swing, it carried a strong wind.

"Why haven't you left yet!?"

After taking the pill given by Wan Qing, Tu Yao's face improved a lot, but when he saw the lion bitter beast lying in the distance, Tu Yao's face became a little ugly again.

"Sister Yao, was this stupid lion chasing us yesterday?"

Wan Qing turned his head to look at Tu Yao, grinning, not paying any attention to the lion bitter beast in the distance.

"Well, it's the bitter beast you brought out!"

Tu Yao nodded, trying to calm the restlessness in his heart, this Xiao Ming inevitably looked down on the lion bitter beast, you must know that the lion bitter beast appeared twice in total, and both times it was bloody and bloody.

"Sister Yao, you just sit here, I'll go and catch this guy for you as a mount, so as to save effort!"

Wan Qing said with a smile, with a posture of catching his hand.

It seems that the words are easy, but Tu Yao can't calm down in his heart, and he catches the bitter beast as a mount, which no one seems to be able to do in the bitter prison.

Tu Yao was about to stop Wan Qing, but unfortunately, Wan Qing had already walked up to the lion bitter beast, and one person and one beast had already looked at each other.

"Hey, stupid lion, were you chasing me yesterday?"

Wan Qing stretched out his right hand and pointed his index finger at the nose of the lion bitter beast and asked.

"Roar~!"

The lion bitter beast roared when it got up, and Wan Qing's long hair was suddenly blown up and danced wildly.

"Get down!"

Wan Qing pulled his throat at the Lion Bitter Beast is throat, a powerful momentum, straight to the Lion Bitter Beast.

"That's okay!?"

Tu Yao, who watched all this from afar, was a little stunned, the lion bitter beast that was still angry yesterday chased all the way and roared all the way. Now, as soon as Xiao Ming screamed, this lion bitter beast was honestly lying on the ground.

Seeing the lion bitter beast lying down honestly, Wan Qing grinned,

"That's good!"

Saying that, Wan Qing reached out to touch it,

"Yaha~, still playing yin!"

Wan Qing kicked back, withdrew a zhang, his eyes glared angrily, this stupid lion actually played a sneak attack.

"Roar~!"

The Lion Bitter Beast roared angrily, and Wan Qing's sudden voice really frightened the Lion Bitter Beast, and it involuntarily fell down.

But how does this make the Lion Bitter Beast accept, each generation of the Lion Bitter Beast is the overlord of the Bitter Hell, although it will eventually be taken away by a wave of energy, but the majesty of the overlord has always continued.

In particular, Wan Qing stretched out his hand to touch the Lion Bitter Beast, which was completely provoking the overlord of the Bitter Prison, which made the majesty of the Lion Bitter Beast go there.

"Roar, roar your sister!"

Wan Qing, who was a zhang away, was also angry, this guy didn't have any new ideas except for roaring and roaring.

"Whew~!"

The lion bitter beast seemed to understand Wan Qing's words, changed it to a snort, and then ran on all fours, rushing towards Wan Qing.

Seeing the lion bitter beast open its bloody mouth and pounce on him, Wan Qing smiled slightly, the blood in his body began to boil, and the battle intent was burning.

"Wanqing original - Gang!"

The right fist was unremarkable, and it didn't look fast, but it appeared in the lion bitter beast's jaw in an instant.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out from the Lionmon's jaws, and then the Lion Bitterbeast did a backflip, turning five hundred and forty degrees in the air and slamming into the hard ground.

"Awesome!"

Tu Yao said subconsciously, his eyes were full of admiration, the peak of the eighth order of the first rank, and the sixth order of the second order of the lion bitter beast with one punch, what kind of combat power this is.

"Stupid lion, do you want to accept it?"

Wan Qing walked in step by step and asked with a sense of majesty.

"Whew~!"

The Lion Bitter Beast quickly turned over, shook its body, and roared at Wan Qing again.

"If you don't accept it, then you will be convinced!"

Wan Qing grinned, with a sinister smell on his face, and smiled at the lion bitter beast.

"I wonder if the Lion Bitter Beast can sign a forced companion beast contract!?"

Wan Qing was talking to himself as he pulled out a Class C compulsory contract. This is actually a piece of paper, but it is a special piece of paper, and it is engraved with the formation pattern of the lower grade of the C grade.

This contract was taken out of Jiujiao's space bag, and Wan Qing was still a little curious at first, what was this piece of paper, until Wan Qing saw a similar paper in the Contribution Hall, and he didn't know that it was a contract book.

"Punch me again!"

Holding the contract in his left hand, he struck a blow with his right hand and right hand, which was unremarkable, and blasted towards the lion bitter beast again.

Rumble!

A dull sound was not over, and then there was a click. The mandibles of the lion bitter beast were broken by Wan Qing's punch.

"This is inevitably a bit overbearing!"

Tu Yao couldn't believe it, two punches broke the jawbone of the lion bitter beast, is this still human, even the eight-handed clan, which is known as the strongest fist, can't do this.

"Convincing or not!?"

Wan Qing's face was still the same, with incomparable domineering and majesty, overlooking this lion bitter beast.

"Roar~!"

The lion bitter beast still stood proudly, looking up at a throat, but not bowing its head.

"It's still a stubborn temper, just right, the master just likes to twist his stubborn temper!"

Seeing that the corners of the lion bitter beast's mouth were covered with fiery red blood, he was still unconvinced, and Wan Qing's stubborn temper also came up. As soon as the forced contract was collected, he strode towards the lion bitter beast.

"Roar~Roar!"

The lion bitter beast is also very tough, as the overlord of the bitter hell, even if it is a situation where it is bound to lose, it still strides forward, and would rather die standing than live on its knees.

"Wan Qing Originality-Illusion!"

The two fists were sacrificed, and twenty-five fist marks appeared at once, and they bombarded towards the Lion Bitter Beast.

Bang bang bang~

A series of bombardment sounds sounded on the body of the Lion Bitter Beast, and layers of flesh waves exploded on the Lion Bitter Beast.

"This is inevitably a bit overbearing!"

Tu Yao said this sentence again, and the second-level sixth-order lion bitter beast actually had no power to fight back. If this Xiao Ming was also a B-level sixth-order cultivator, even if it was a B-level fifth-order, Tu Yao would still be able to accept this reality. But this Xiao Ming is only a rank eighth, Tu Yao shook his head fiercely.

"What kind of genius descendant is this Xiao Ming?"

Tu Yao began to guess in his heart, which clan's genius disciple could do this, and he had a cross-level battle at a young age.

After a cup of tea, Wan Qing let go of his fists, still unfinished. Because Wan Qing found that this lion bitter beast couldn't be killed, no matter how serious the injury was, there was still a breath left.

At this moment, how can the lion bitter beast have the domineering and arrogance before, the original satin-like fur, now there is no intact, and blood is spilling out.

"Convinced, stupid lion?"

Wan Qing squatted down, slapped his right hand on the face of the lion bitter beast, and asked in a low voice with an evil aura.

"Whew!"

The lion bitter beast had a throat in its right hand, but the voice was not loud, and it was a little difficult, but it was still unconvinced, and would rather die than give in.

"Hey, you really want to be so hard? Then it's no wonder I'm not guilty! Hehe, after eating so much beast meat, I don't know what the beast meat in this bitter hell tastes like?"

Seeing that the lion bitter beast couldn't die, Wan Qing rubbed his belly, he hadn't eaten for a long time, it was time to eat, just right, there were fresh ingredients in front of him.

"What is this Xiao Ming doing?"

Tu Yao muttered to herself, stepping forward step by step, very curious.

"Pots and pans, barbecue grills!?oh my God!"

Looking at this set of utensils, Tu Yao understood that this Xiao Ming had already used this lion bitter beast as an ingredient, and was ready to make it secret on the spot.

"Hehe, Sister Tu Yao, do you say that this beast of bitter hell tastes good?"

Wan Qing turned his head to Tu Yao and grinned, the horns of his mouth were about to flow out, and his eyes were full of small expectations.

"Well, I don't know. ”

Tu Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead and whispered, a little embarrassed.