"What can I do to you, after you do it, you will naturally know!"

Tang Zuo looked at Changfeng Daoist and said coldly.

"Tang Zuo, at this time, you still dare to be so crazy, what are you relying on?"

The Changfeng Daoist stared at Tang Zuo and asked.

"Of course, it's a hard fist!"

Tang Zuo said lightly, and he also raised his right fist and pinched it at the Changfeng Daoist.

"A hard fist?"

"Tang Zuo, aren't you a cultivator at the second layer of the Dragon Realm?"

Changfeng Daoren was stunned and asked.

Tang Zuo smiled coldly and said, "I never said at any time that I was a second-layer cultivator of the Dragon Realm!"

"Could it be that you want to say that you are a cultivator of the fourth layer of the Dragon Realm or the fifth layer of the Dragon Realm?"

The Long Daoist shouted, and his complexion changed slightly.

Tang Zuo was too calm, which made him a little panicked.

In the world of cultivation, any blindness and carelessness may lead to a catastrophe!

"I'm not, of course I wouldn't say that!"

Tang Zuo shook his head and said.

"Tang Zuo, you are not a cultivator of the fourth layer of the Dragon Realm and the fifth layer of the Dragon Realm, are you the sixth layer of the Dragon Realm. A seventh-layer cultivator?"

Zhao Changxiong interjected at this time and asked.

Tang Zuo glanced at Zhao Changxiong and said, "It's not either!"

"Master, I think this cub Tang Zuo is playing tricks on us and trying to scare us, according to what he said, isn't he a cultivator in the king realm?"

Zhao Changxiong looked at Changfeng Daoist and said.

The Changfeng Daoist stared at Tang Zuo, and his eyes contracted violently: "Tang Zuo cub, there are no more than fifty cultivators in the entire Wang Bai Mountain Range's cultivation world, even if your cub rebels against the sky, you can't be a cultivator in the King Realm, so don't pretend to scare people here!"

"Hehe, I didn't say that I was a cultivator of the King Realm, you are so excited!"

Tang Zuo looked at Changfeng Daoren and said with a cold smile.

"You're not a cultivator of the King Realm, do you want to say that you are a cultivator of the Little Fairy Realm?"

Changfeng Dao asked with a blank face.

"I haven't seen the cultivators of the Little Fairy Realm, but whether they have my fists or not, it's really hard to say now!"

Tang Zuo squeezed his right fist again.

He is not a cultivator at all, but an immortal cultivator, through the experience of this time, anyway, now Tang Zuo is sure that the cultivator of the first layer of the Dragon Realm is scum in front of him, and the cultivator of the fourth layer of the Dragon Realm, he may not be able to take it, as for the cultivator of the other realms, only after encountering it, can he know if he is their opponent!

"Haha, Tang Zuo cub, you are simply a pretending guy, there are no cultivators in the Little Fairy Realm in the entire Wang Bai Mountain Range, you actually want to compare their fists with their fists, why don't you just go to the sky?"

The Changfeng Daoist laughed.

Tang Zuo's face trembled and he was about to speak, but Changfeng Daoist suddenly took two steps forward and struck Tang Zuo with a punch.

His punch was so fast that it knocked the void out of a vortex, and before his fist, another fist was directly formed, which was golden, at least ten times larger than the Tempest Dao man's own fist.

The golden fist with a whistling sound rushed straight to Tang Zuo's head, and it carried the power of opening a stele and cracking a stone.

This is the Vajra fist that Changfeng Dao people became famous for, and if you want to be hit by this punch, even half a meter of steel will be pierced.

"Damn, Tang Zuo cub, my master's King Kong fist, one punch can beat an elephant into pulp, you have the ability to continue to be crazy!"

Zhao Changxiong shouted at this time.

Tang Zuo's expression was calm, and with a casual punch of his right hand, he directly met Chang Feng Daoren's fist.

As Tang Zuo's punch went out, his fist also formed another fist before, this fist was cyan, and it became bigger and bigger and directly turned into a small green dragon.

The green dragon opened its mouth and let out a terrible sound, and it quickly swirled around the golden fist of the Changfeng Dao man

After that, the golden fist of the Changfeng Dao man directly turned into powder.

Kick, kick, kick!

Seeing this, the Storm Daoist took three steps back in succession on the snow, and he said in surprise, "Tang Zuo cub, what kind of punch are you?"

"Blue Dragon Fist!"

Tang Zuo said lightly.

This fist method was passed on to him by his master Old Man Yan, this green dragon fist is hugely powerful, and when he cultivates to ten green dragons, he can have the power to destroy the mountain!

"You kid can take my punch, you're pretty good!"

The Changfeng Daoist said, his face changing rapidly.

Tang Zuo could catch his fist, could it be that Tang Zuo was also a cultivator of the fourth layer of the Dragon Realm?

"I took your punch, you take my punch too!"

Tang Zuo smiled faintly, and hit the Changfeng Dao man with a punch.

"Holy, why are there so many green dragons?"

"Nima, these green dragons are still growing bigger and bigger, this looks really scary!"

After Tang Zuo punched out, the cultivators of the Chaotian Sect directly exclaimed.

After Tang Zuo's punch was struck, five cyan fists were directly formed in front of his fist, and in the blink of an eye, five cyan fists turned into six little green dragons, they grew bigger and bigger, and directly pounced towards the Changfeng Dao man with their mouths open!

"Holy!"

The Long Dao man let out an exclamation.

Swish!

Then, he slammed upward, and the man jumped into the void.

Although it was the first time he had seen Tang Zuo's Blue Dragon Fist, the people of Changfeng Dao knew that this Green Dragon Fist was definitely not a joke, as long as he was a little careless, he was afraid that he would have a bloody disaster today!

"Up!"

Tang Zuo roared.

With a wave of his hand, six green dragons also swam towards the void.

They were so fast that they surrounded the Long Wind Dao people in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, they swam in the void, becoming as thick as a large bowl, and looking at them baring their teeth, the Long Wind Dao Man suddenly felt a tingling scalp.

"What kind of evil fist is this?"

The Changfeng Daoist roared and threw six punches in succession.

He tried his best with these six fists, and the six golden fists directly faced the six green dragons.