"How tall?" Xia Ze couldn't help but ask.

"It is the highest in the world, higher than the sky." Wang Er was radiant and raised his head.

Xia Ze turned around and walked over the threshold and passed by Wang Er, only the words that were as plain as water came from the side of the door, "Go back and talk about helping Chen Dongyou and Chen Tanjing smelt the golden body, and you can open it."

"Stinky boy, dare to look down on Lao Tzu!"

In an instant, Wang Er's face was gloomy, and his eyebrows were thunderous, like a tiger coming out of the gate.

Xia Ze's heart moved slightly, twisted his waist horse, and at the same time, a talisman quickly appeared in his palm, and before he could react, Wang Er's punch was about to reach the front door, and the heavy wind blew and cut his cheek.

The firewood and machetes in the hands of Chen Dongyou and Swallowing Heaven fell to the ground, this scene was too fast, and they didn't have time to rescue at all, Chen Tan sat on the ground, stunned with fright, completely unaware of how they could evolve into this scene of sabre-rattling.

In an instant, Xia Ze quickly crushed the cyan talisman, but surprisingly, not only was the cyan talisman not ignited by the aura, but not even the slightest bit of magic foam used for attack appeared.

Under the power of this mighty fist, it is really unbelievable that the talisman is so ineffective.

Xia Ze's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the punch of the person in front of him gave him a very intuitive feeling, which was unreserved killing intent.

One foot slammed on the ground, did not advance but retreated, hurriedly raised his hand and took off his sword as a fist, and hit a powerful and sharp bone-shaking real life-man.

Inside the blacksmith's shop, there was a boom, a strong wind blew on the ground, and a figure quickly flew upside down, and then slammed into the beam.

Xia Ze's back was close to the beam, spurting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were bright, Qi Fu stubbornly suppressed a breath of true qi, and forcibly stabilized his body with a two-word tongs.

There was a surge of qi and blood in his body, but Xia Ze stared at the middle-aged man with monstrous punch intent, and he could hand out another punch at any time.

Among the boxing moves he has mastered so far, the most lethal should be the one who has completely punched one hundred and eight punches, but Wang Er's killing moves don't give him enough time at all, so he can only respond with a more rapid awakening real person.

How fast is the speed of the half-step Martial God Realm? Xia Ze exhausted most of his mind and played the fastest Awakening Bone Awakening True Posture of the Martial Dao Five Realms Peak Realm, but with just one punch visible to the naked eye, Xia Ze's fist moves all collapsed, and he was even shocked backwards by the fist intent.

Wang Er's cultivation of that punch was maintained at the peak of the Six Realms, and after all, it was his subordinates who showed mercy. But Xia Ze felt a bitterness in his heart, this is the peak of the ordinary Six Realms, after receiving that punch, there was only one thought in his mind, and he couldn't find such a powerful Six Realms in the entire Kyushu.

Maybe that sentence is the highest in the world, higher than the sky, is really not a lie.

Wang Er's fingers were intertwined, and he snapped his fingers, and suddenly remembered a series of crisp bone explosions like firecrackers, and said with a smile: "You know it's amazing?"

Xia Ze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I was careless."

"Next, I won't keep it, but punch with the Nine Realms of Martial Dao, don't die." Wang Er smiled grimly, twisted the dragon's spine behind him to a strange angle, and clicked.

"I'm happy to accompany you." Xia Ze straightened up and posed for a simple pile of heaven and earth, and in a trance, a strong fist intent flowed all over his body.

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Chen Tanjing looked worried and exclaimed, "Uncle Wang! Son! Don't fight, if you have something to say."

Chen Dongyou and Swallowing Heaven gradually reacted, pulling one of her sleeves on the left and one on the right.

"Don't panic, Uncle Wang is feeding Gongzi with fists, I believe he should be measured." Chen Dongyou whispered with relief.

Chen Tanjing was suspicious, turned his head to look at Swallowing the Sky, the red-robed child did not speak, his immature face was full of seriousness, nodded slightly, and then looked at the battle situation again.

In the next moment, the ground of the entire blacksmith shop, with the burly middle-aged man as the center, was pressed by the heavy fist gang and sank three inches, and the fist fist intent was scattered everywhere, and soon the ground cracked like an iron ox plowing the ground.

He shouted violently, and was about to deliver a punch from the peak of the Nine Realms.

Suddenly, seven inches away from his chest, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared, and it was actually a flying sword with a thick thunder light wrapped in pitch black, this distance was unavoidable.

There was no lack of surprise in Wang Er's eyes, how did this kid hide this flying sword for so long that he, a half-step martial god, couldn't see it.

But this obviously can't pose any threat to him, I saw him clapping his palm in the air, and the palm of his palm and the flying sword collided, rumbling, and there was a tendency to overwhelm the mountains and seas, and he smashed all the thunder light with one palm, and slapped the flying sword far away.

At the same time, without giving him a chance to breathe, the two figures with the same appearance but completely different brilliance on their bodies burst out from Xia Ze's body.

Wang Er snorted coldly, and a punch blasted out, condensing into a black essence fist and hitting the two figures.

The little dolls covered their ears in pain, and the entire blacksmith shop was like thousands of huge bells colliding with each other, which was deafening.

What is outrageous is that outside the blacksmith shop, no one noticed, because when Wang Er punched, he used the pure true qi of the small world of his body to firmly seal the qi of this courtyard, and it did not leak.

What is astonishing is that in the face of the fist gang full of killing intent, the two figures did not scatter, but Xia Zeyang God condensed a fist intent, horizontal in front of him, barely resisted, and the Yin God rose into the air.

Wang Er laughed fiercely, the qi roared, and the qi machine condensed in the other hand, turning into a thunderbolt, and punched out.

Rao is the pseudo-yang god who condenses the bones of the immortals of the above five realms, and in the face of a punch, he can only be shocked back three feet.

"The immortal bones of the eleventh realm, the pseudo-yang god refined, are quite hard, but as long as Lao Tzu throws another punch, it is unknown whether he can withstand it." After Wang Er finished speaking, he stomped on the ground and withdrew to chase Xia Ze.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his chest, and the yin god didn't know when, it scattered into rippling waves, integrated into his body, and instantly occupied his internal organs.

If you look at the Qi Mansion with the method of internal vision, you will find that there is a layer of golden light attached to it, and the original flowing acupoints will gradually calm down.

Xia Ze slowly left the beam, letting his fist intent flow all over his body, and at the same time, his body began to rumble like a drum.

Yang Shen spit out blood with a loud voice, slowly supported himself, his cheeks were covered with cracks like Bingyao porcelain, and he quickly condensed his true qi and fist intent with the same fist fight.

In other words, in fact, Xia Ze's Yin God and Yang God were all refined by secret methods by chance, so he only has some of the magical powers that Yin God and Yang God should have, and whether it will condense Yin God and Yang God in the future, Xia Ze didn't dare to think.

The Yang God is a solid shield, and the Yin God is an indestructible spear. Xia Ze didn't plan to fight Wang Er purely with boxing from the beginning, because not only would he have no chance of winning, but he would even lose his life for it.

Wang Er's rough hands were scratching indiscriminately on his chest, but the Yin God that was integrated into his body was like a slippery loach, and he couldn't catch it.

"Isn't this your killer weapon trying to turn the tide of battle?" Wang Er suddenly smiled.

Xia Ze was silent, and after making eye contact with Yang Shen for a short time, he pushed the ground with one foot behind each other, ready to go.

On Wang Er's body, a raging flame suddenly rose, from the inside to the outside, even the snort burst out of the hot flames, and then everyone present heard it, and the Xia Ze Yin God in Wang Er's body let out a heart-rending scream.

The sound was like someone being thrown into a big urn, burning and tormenting with a blazing fire.

Chen Tanjing squatted on the ground with a pale face, covering his ears desperately, but the screams were like magic sounds, endless.

The Yang God took the lead in killing, and in an instant, he conjured up a white robe, forcibly twisting the divine will and fist gang into a force.

Wang Er sneered, shook the dust under his feet, and threw another punch.

In just the blink of an eye, the godhead robe and fist intent on the Yang God's body were all like flying ashes dissipated in the wind, without a trace. The Yang God quickly lost consciousness, and a rough five finger quickly grabbed his skull, bursting out with a majestic thunderbolt.

Inside the blacksmith's shop, another pain rang out

's wail, Chen Dongyu swallowed the sky, watching Xia Ze's yang god, convulsed again and again by the thunder and lightning, and woke up unconscious, repeatedly.

In the end, Wang Er seemed to have had enough, and threw away the Yang God in his hand, which was as soft as mud, and at the same time raised his hand and slammed it to his chest, a body of flames was extinguished, and another Yin God, who was scorched black and had already passed out, slipped from his back and lay on the ground.

In the distance, Xia Ze's expression was solemn, his body exuded a red light like charcoal fire, and at the same time, there was an extremely hot pure true qi that had been boiled by the sword Ding lingering all over his body.

In the small blacksmith shop, countless phantoms were immediately differentiated, virtual and real, and the fist intent was pervasive, as if everyone could deliver a punch.

"Put the cart before the horse, I don't know how thick the sky is." Wang Er said with a smile.

But soon, one of the figures took the lead in killing, and a punch blasted out, which was blocked by Wang Er with both arms, leaving the phantom, one after another, everyone handed out a punch, and then the puppet scattered like smoke.

Wang Er's face gradually became solemn, but he was still able to resist with ease, but the thirty-six figures, punch after punch, fist after fist, fist after tsunami, layer after layer, cold, one punch penetrated his arms and bombarded his cheeks.

Xia Ze finally penetrated the phantoms, twisted the dragon's spine with his true qi, and handed out his fist.

But in the next moment, Wang Er in front of him disappeared out of thin air after sneering.

The surrounding heaven and earth began to redden, boundless, and there was a scorching heat, from top to bottom. Xia Ze forcibly stabilized his mind, swallowed the sky, Chen Dongyou, Chen Tanjing, everyone's figures were gone, and not even a trace of breath was left.

Wang Er's voice was like a heavenly might, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth: "If you have the courage to punch a Nine Realms martial artist, you have already beaten too many people, so take my move Heaven and Earth Dome Style for the time being."

The earth roared.