As cold as a storm, and as fierce as a cannonball, the devil's muscles spit out, and it actually hit an effect similar to that of an air cannon.

But seeing that the footwork of the comer was as fast as thunder and lightning, the not tall body suddenly shook left and right, and the whole person paddled backwards like a water slide, and when crossing the white gap, the fist Shunjian became a sword finger, and the index finger and middle finger were spelled out, and the sea-like fist intent was compressed into a high-pressure water column to meet the air cannon of the devil's muscular man.

Like a peerless blade slicing through the white paper, the insulator's peerless fingers cut off the air cannon in front of him in an instant, turning back into ordinary air and breeze.

However, at this moment, the devil muscle man had already taken one step, and his step was like the legendary shrinking of the ground into inches, and the size of the world was only one step away. The muscular flesh monster had arrived in front of the introvert, wielding its right fist, which was larger and more powerful than a hammer.

It is said that in his heyday, he could even destroy a small waterfall with only the fists of flesh and blood, and ordinary punches were thrown out with a huge force of more than 1,000 tons.

Although the inviolent's sword finger is strong, it is always slightly inferior to the pure violence of the devil's flesh man. The premise of breaking the face with points is that the points must be weaker than themselves, but the flesh of the devil muscle man has long been tempered beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the average master who has just entered the human immortal may not be able to compare with him in the pure defense of the flesh.

This sword finger as sharp as a column of high-pressure water, if you really want to force it directly against the iron fist of the devil muscleman, I am afraid that not only will it not pierce his fist, but it will also be broken by the devil's fist.

The attacker also knew that he could not resist the frontal blow of the brutal creature with devil muscles, and when he felt deeply unhappy, the entire right arm that was swung out seemed to have lost a bone, like a golden snake wrapped in silk, and the extremely soft means actually made his sword fingers and arms turn into whips, and when he shook them, he retreated at the touch of a button.

The method of retreating by the offender's hand is undoubtedly the top method of borrowing force, and it is not a matter of saying that it is four or two thousand tons. The softness of the body is more like a combination of the serpentine form of Xingyiquan and the yoga exercises of Gu Tianzhu, and some of the movements are similar to those of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

"Devil muscleman, your martial arts have really not been abolished!" The offender's body was like a feather, fluttering in the wind, and with the help of the force, he moved fifty meters away. ”

"Big guy!" Contrary to the inquisitive inquisitive, the Devil Muscle Man had the muscles of a beast of fear, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of the smell of rotting and lying flat.

"I've been retired for more than ten years, what are you still looking for me for!"

"If you want to be the first in the world, you shouldn't come to me, an old man who has passed half a hundred!"

Feng Yuxiu was silent, just staring at the three-meter-tall humanoid monster in front of him, but there was a flame of battle intent in his eyes, and it looked like it was about to explode in the next moment.

Seeing this, the devil muscle man was unwilling, and said reluctantly: "You have come to Longmen, if you want to become the number one in the world, if you don't challenge the head of the Zhong family, you should also go to Zhong Lanzhu!"

"Hmph, Zhong Lanzhu, I'll look for him sooner or later." Feng Yu Xiuyi flicked his sleeves, as if he was very dissatisfied with Zhong Lanzhu's prestige, and said, "That's it for today, I will come to you again."

Then Feng Yuxiu turned his head, bent his knees slightly and jumped up, and the strong wind made him jump on the top of the tree next to him and step on the tree.

Just after Feng Yu Xiu stepped on the wind and left, the devil's muscles seemed to be unable to bear the old wounds of the past, and after coughing a few times, the swelling of thick muscles also shrank like a balloon leaking, and turned back into the obscene middle-aged uncle just now, the ghost king Hei Zaida.

"This injury is really troublesome, but fortunately I'm afraid he will scare him away." Hei Zaida said angrily to Tang Keke and Wang Yuan.

"You are really, sometimes something is discovered, and you shouldn't say it, fortunately I am here this time, otherwise you would have been beaten to death by Feng Yuxiu." Hei Zaida is as weak as a silk and is not in good spirits, but he still warns Wang Yuan.

Tang Keke asked Hei Zaida with palpitations: "The person named Feng Yuxiu just now is a Martial Saint?"

Hei Zaida looked at Tang Keke, from her breath, Hei Zaida could sense the qi and martial arts intent of the exercises that Tang Niu had practiced in the past, and he didn't intend to hide anything from her, and said:

"That's right, that's the junior martial saint who has just cultivated and can drag people into illusion with his fist intent."

"Sealed in cultivation is like a sea of blood, and retreat is like a tide."

"With such a congenitally disabled body, he can cultivate to a junior martial saint at the age of about thirty, and he can be said to be a genius, but he is only a little worse than me."

"Is Zhong Lanzhu strong?" After listening to Hei Zaida's explanation, Wang Qian didn't pay much attention to it, because just now, he always felt that the name Zhong Lanzhu seemed to have some kind of magic power for him, and it immediately attracted his spirit.

Hei Zaida didn't answer Wang Qian's question immediately, as if he was thinking about how to describe Zhong Lanzhu's talent, and only said after half a ring: "If it is said that Feng Yuxiu's talent is like the light of a firefly, then Zhong Lanzhu is a talent that is more brilliant than the great sun, grander than the galaxy, and stronger than the stars of the entire universe combined."

"This..." Tang Keke, who was still a little proud of his talent, was speechless after hearing Hei Zaida's words.

For Tang Keke, it was not a particularly big deal for Feng Yu Xiuneng to cultivate to the Martial Saint at the age of thirty. She Tang Keke has only been learning martial arts for a few years, and she has already been able to do it well, and it will only take two or three years at most to become a martial saint after that.

But now listening to Hei Zaida's statement, Zhong Lanzhu is simply an out-of-specification monster, and the legendary fairy god is down to earth, and I am afraid that it cannot be compared.

Thinking of Zhong Lanzhu's unreasonable talent, Hei Zaida couldn't help but sigh, and said helplessly: "Zhong Lanzhu's cultivation is not high and bottom, but she is too strong."

"Zhong Lanzhu's strength is not in a certain aspect, but in her surprisingly strong in all aspects, and she is terrifyingly strong."

"If you say that people who only cultivate one line and show a peerless elegance, I have seen a lot of people in countries around the world over the years."

"But if you can practice so many systems at the same time, and you can practice so strongly, I'm afraid there is only Zhong Lanzhu in the world."

"Two years ago, Zhong Lanzhu was just thirteen years old, and he entered the realm of human immortals that I had always dreamed of, and he walked farther and faster than me, an old man of more than half a hundred, in the human immortal martial arts."