It's a contest between the two.

The battle between demonic energy and vitality.

The collision of human and demon races.

"This kid is so strong!"

The black devil felt the strange spiral darkness, withdrew his arm like lightning, and quickly withdrew from a short distance, cursing to himself.

"This is really not built!"

Yan Yan shook his arm, secretly sensed it, and his face became ugly.

In his body, there was a lot of demonic qi raging rapidly, and although it was temporarily suppressed by his cultivation, the pain and physical chaos still came out.

His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked extremely terrifying.

"Strict, this guy is at a disadvantage!" Zhang Yuncheng said in a low voice.

"Well, but there will be no danger to my life for the time being!" Zhang Xueyan also whispered.

Zhang Yuefeng nodded, and the old god said: "Indeed, but they are just a contest, and the winner is not scored." ”

"Come on!"

"Cut him!"

"Beat him up!"

"Hey, I brought a lot of oil!" said one of them, laughing.

"Are you stupid?" one of the people beside him was puzzled and asked in confusion: "Now is the time of battle, what are you doing with oil?"

"You don't understand this, do you? This guy is meant to burn the corpse of the dark devil after victory!" another person next to him thought he was very knowledgeable, and said thoughtfully.

"You idiots, you don't know how to be fashionable!"

The man who had brought the oil before said, "Of course I brought oil to refuel for the sake of the harsh! If the harsh fills up the oil, I can beat the black devil raised by the son of a bitch, alas." I don't want to be with you!"

Is that okay too?

The strange expressions on the faces of the rest of the people were thundered by this brother's answer, and they all showed incomprehensible expressions.

"Qi Qin, you bastard. What nonsense!"

A young and beautiful woman shook her head and said, "You know nonsense, it's better to have strength than to yell twice for the strict brother!"

Qi Qin smiled hesitantly: "I know!"

Colin quickly looked over.

He kind of understood.

After getting along for so long, Qi Qin and Nie Qingying have already developed some good feelings for each other, although they can't say that they like each other. But compared to before, it is many times stronger.

In this war, the two of them helped each other a few times, and they already had that kind of ignorant feelings between them, and they had a hazy good impression of each other.

Thinking of Su Mengqi's explanation before the ascension, Colin felt that the task was almost completed.

If it takes some more time, Qi Qin and Nie Qingying have the possibility of tying the knot, and they can be regarded as fulfilling that person's entrustment.

Qi Qin is Fengyan's apprentice, and Nie Qingying is Su Mengqi's apprentice, and he can be regarded as a good match.

If only they could be together. It can be regarded as a good home for each other.

"Kun Yuan, you old guy is going to lose this time!"

Colin was a little happy, but he just said indifferently: "Strict is no worse than the black devil, it's just that he is still young, and your 50 million gold coins are gone!"

"Don't be complacent. Although Yan Yan is temporarily tied with the Black Devil, don't forget that he has been injured!" Kun Yuan's face did not change, and he said calmly: "Who wins and who loses, it is still unknown!"

"That's it, old man Colin, it's you who should lose!" Kun Hao also gloated and chuckled, "You old boy, this time you are looking away!"

Colin snorted and said, "I'm a supporter of Strictness anyway. Don't forget who is strict!"

"Hey, hey!"

Kun Yuan smiled lowly and said, "A boiled duck has a hard mouth! Not everyone has a secret method that can improve cultivation, although strict cultivation is not bad, it is only good!"

"Hey!"

Kun Hao chuckled. Said: "Colin, you still don't believe it when you look away, you'll know later!"

Colin had nothing to say for a moment, so he had to look at the audience.

"Look!"

At this moment, Colin let out a loud shout, attracting the attention of the strong people around him.

Yan Yan just shook his numb arm, and a pair of fists kept swinging out, and remnants of his arms appeared around him.

He was like a thousand-armed Guanyin, with countless arms floating around him, waving constantly.

At the same time, he mustered all his strength and flew towards the black devil, and the fist shadow was so powerful that he took the initiative to attack again.

"Lost Fist?"

Feng Yan's eyes were sharp, and he saw the harsh boxing method, which was the Lost Trace Boxing.

"Old Sect Master, it's really surprising that you even handed over the Lost Trace Fist to Yan Yan!" Feng Yan showed an extremely surprised expression, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that the Lost Trace Fist will never be passed on?

"Are you willing to be an old man?"

Colin rolled his eyes helplessly, and said, "I taught so harshly, spared no effort, and even handed over the Lost Trace Fist to him, didn't I ask Yang Xiaozi for a mortal-level secret treasure?"

"The Phantom Spirit Fruit is already there, and the Advancement True God is already really stable, but the old man doesn't even have a weapon to take advantage of now, if he doesn't take the opportunity to ask for a weapon, when Yang Boy goes up, what will we do to suppress those old guys?"

Feng Yan nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something.

The old guy he was referring to must be Kun Yuan and the others, and there is no doubt about it.

There are a few old guys here, with superb strength and strong strength, except for the perverted and powerful door master who can suppress them, others must not be able to.

One day, when Yang Yu leaves, and only they are left, aren't the other people going to ride on his head to show off their might and hype up his embarrassment?

He tried his best to teach harshly, wasn't it just to ask for a mortal-level secret treasure?

On their side, only he himself is the peak of the Yuan Division, and in the face of several Yuan Master peak powerhouses, ordinary Yuan Master realm powerhouses have almost no effect.

If he wants to compete with the other old guys, he must plan ahead now.

"Got it?" asked Colin softly.

Feng Yan just nodded, and said thoughtfully: "Understood, it turns out that you are planning so far." ”

"Isn't it going far?" said Colin, with a wry smile. Don't look at Kun Yuan, Jian Luo and the others, and said, "If you want to make those old guys submit, you can't do it without some real kung fu." ”

The black magic powerhouse suddenly had a strange feeling when he looked at the harshness that was coming quickly.

As if he was not alone opposite. Rather, it was a Cunzài similar to the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, with countless palms, and all corners in front of him were fist shadows, making it difficult for him to distinguish between fiction and reality.

He released his divine sense, and his soul like an octopus's tentacles quickly dispersed. Carefully observe the traces of harsh punches, trying to find a way to crack it.

After a while, he smiled, flipped his palm, and the black glowing demonic qi quickly condensed, with a disdainful sneer on his face.

"Die for me!"

He let out a loud shout, and immediately made a move, his palms were dark, and he turned cold.

His palms were like discarded bones, devoid of flesh. It was like a hand bone knife composed of refining demonic qi.

There were countless fist prints in front of him, as if they were boundless and innumerable.

However, under his careful observation, he still saw some clues, so many palms inside. Only one pair is real, and the rest are all fake.

As long as you find out the real one and break it with strong force, you can crack this attack, and you can also make Yan Yan suffer a lot of injuries, even if the palm is scrapped, it is not a difficult thing.

He threw a punch, and the void seemed to be unstable, and waves of power dispersed and blasted towards one of the fist shadows.

"Phew!"

The shadow of the fist he struck suddenly cracked. The power also dissipated, and there was nothing.

"Huh?"

He screamed in surprise and immediately placed his palm across his chest, for he found that the harsh real palm was about to pound on his chest.

If he doesn't defend himself, he might hurt himself.

Although the black devil is a powerhouse in the wizard realm. But he's not immune to all attacks.

He was a little jealous in his heart, afraid that he would be as strict as Yang Yu and could hurt an opponent who was higher than his cultivation, so he returned to block.

"Bang!"

However, this time he failed again, and instead of attacking his chest, Yan Yan hit his dantian, and a huge force immediately came, causing him a sharp pain in his body.

"Despicable!"

The black devil shouted angrily, and the demonic energy on his body rose, as if he was entangled by demonic energy, and his body was all wrapped in black mist, like an egg, firmly protecting his whole body.

The shadow of the fist in front of Yan Yan still existed, but the real palm was already tightly clenched, and both fists came out together, bombarding the black mist.

"Bang bang!"

There were two muffled sounds, and the black devil mist trembled, and there was a tendency to be dispelled.

The black devil was startled, and immediately reacted, and immediately swept out horizontally like the palm of a black bright bone knife, and five finger-thick black bright rays followed behind the palm, which was extremely weird.

"Poof!"

Yan Yan was swept by the black devil, and five deep bone scars were exposed on his chest, the skin and flesh turned out, and the red blood gushed out, and the clothes were dyed red in an instant.

After he was swept away, those powers did not disappear, but instead entered his body and wreaked havoc.

"Poof!"

Yan Yan's face turned pale, and a mouthful of crimson essence blood spurted out, and a strange blood mist appeared in front of him.

When the blow failed, Yan Yan immediately fled away, immediately used his strength, suppressed the pain at the wound, quickly took out a handful of pills, threw them into his mouth, and kept chewing.

He was hundreds of meters away, recovering from his injuries while observing the movements of the black devil.

"Strict, what's wrong with you?"

"yes, give me a hard beating of that son of a bitch!"

"Strict, all my bets are on you, I sincerely hope you can win!"

"Hehe, you guy, don't you want me to call your brother? If you kill the black devil, I won't teach your brother anything!"

"That is, if you win, I will also call you brother!"

"Brother Yan, if you win, I am willing to call you uncle, even if all the gold coins and items won this time belong to you, I don't want anything!"

As soon as they saw the severity of their injuries, all the people were not calm, and they were all shouting.

Among them, there are Zhu Yi, Zhang Xueyan, Zhang Yuncheng and others, of course, there are also strong people who are all worth pressed on the strict body, all of them are constantly shouting.

Old antiques such as Colin and Kunyuan have not yet expressed their opinions.