Ning Yuan has been fed on big medicine since he was a child, and the spiritual liquid is the soup, and the rare medicine that even the saints are greedy for is nothing more than three simple meals a day for Ning Yuan.

Under such a terrifying cultivation, Ning Yuan's physical body has great potential, and the more he cultivates, the more he can stimulate the supreme medicinal power that has been hidden in his body for many years.

According to Emperor Ning's calculations, although Ning Yuan's physique cultivation is complicated and cumbersome, the 10,000 breakthroughs and repeated cultivation in each realm can just fully temper Ning Yuan's physical body, fully stimulate the medicinal power in the body, and let him have the shackles to break through the shackles of normal monks.

"Boom!"

Ning Yuan's eyes were sharp, and he slammed out, and his golden fist tore through the air, making an astonishing sonic boom sound.

There is no magic power.

There is no killing style.

It's just a simple fist and foot swing, using the power of aura and qi and blood, and fighting with the most basic foundation of the monk.

This is the best way to test your strength.

"Whew!"

The golden fist slammed in, alternating forwards, and the golden aura filled the underground hall.

In the face of Ning Yuan's onslaught, Zheng Yifan could only passively parry, his blue water ruler was destroyed by Feng Qianyu, and he didn't have the magic power of a saint, in the final analysis, he could only compete with Ning Yuan.

"Bell! bell!"

After a round of smashing and blowing, Zheng Yifan spat out the golden holy blood in his mouth, flew out upside down again, and smashed against the wall.

Can't beat it!

I can't beat it at all!

Zheng Yifan dragged his body and stood up, looking at Ning Yuan with a frightened expression.

This seemingly gentle and harmless young man fights like a peerless beast, and his physical body is as strong as a holy soldier, obviously he is just a condensation realm monk, but he has a holy body comparable to that of a saint!

Zheng Yifan no longer has a blue water ruler, and he lacks the means of a saint, he is not Ning Yuan's opponent at all.

At least, Zheng Yifan's holy body was not as indestructible as Ning Yuan.

"Who the hell are you!"

Zheng Yifan had a hoarse voice, his hair was scattered, and he looked at Ning Yuan like a ghost.

Ning Yuan looked at his golden fist, unsatisfied.

It turns out that this is the battle of the monks?

It's so cool!

The only fly in the ointment is that Zheng Yifan is too weak for him to fight.

Ning Yuan had just warmed up, and Zheng Yifan had already vomited blood.

"You can't stand to be beaten. ”

Ning Yuan looked at Zheng Yifan seriously, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "He is also known as the first young saint in Xizhou, and he can't even beat a Condensation Realm monk." ”

When Zheng Yifan heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

There are a few Condensation Realm cultivators in this world, who can be as terrifying as you!

"You're still going to lie to me!"

Zheng Yifan's voice was extremely poignant, he covered his chest, and roared with resentment: "You are not a Condensation Realm monk at all, you are a young saint disguised as a Condensation Realm monk!"

Not bad.

Young saint!

Only a true young saint can have such terrifying holy power and cultivation!

With just a pair of fists, Zheng Yifan, who can fight, has no power to fight back.

"In these days, no one really believes the truth. ”

Ning Yuan smiled.

I said that I am the master of the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce, you don't believe it.

I said I'm a minor monk in the Condensation Realm, you don't believe me.

Since this is the case, Ning Yuan didn't bother to explain.

"Whoa!"

A group of monks dressed in black robes and hoods streamed in from the underground passage and entered the underground hall, surrounding Gong Wei beside Ning Yuan.

This group of people wore long knives at their waists, their eyes were cold, and their bodies were full of terrifying aura and coercion, all of them Supreme Realm monks!

There are hundreds of monks in the Lower Three Realms under the quasi-saint, and most of the underground halls are located.

"Who are they?"

Zheng Yifan drank heavily, he was pranayama in secret, trying to buy time.

Ning Yuan's fists just now smashed his breath disordered, the holy organs were shattered, and the qi and blood in his body turned over the rivers and seas, if it weren't for the realm of a saint, those few fists would have smashed him to death.

However, even if Zheng Yifan is not dead, he will not be able to move for a while now, so he can only seize the time to secretly run the magic method, and repair his injuries with the help of the cultivation retreat formation here.

"Silent Army. ”

Ning Yuan looked at Zheng Yifan with a smile and said, "Now, can you tell me who the few alien saints who are entangled with the whole sect are sacred, right?"

"How do you know it's an alien saint!"

Zheng Yifan was stunned for a moment, and Ning Yuan said lightly: "Nine Dragons Sage, it's my master." ”

"You are a disciple of the Nine Dragons Gate!"

"The Son, to be exact. ”

"No way, it's absolutely impossible!"

Zheng Yifan shook his head and stared at Ning Yuan: "Although I am in Xizhou, I also have great ambitions, I have an understanding of all the major sects in Zhongzhou, and Jiulongmen will definitely not be able to cultivate a young Tianjiao like you!"

"Only one of the three holy places in Zhongzhou has such a rich resource!"

In Zheng Yifan's eyes, Ning Yuan's strength is comparable to Feng Qianyu, and he must be a disciple of the Holy Land.

"I don't believe it. ”

Ning Yuan sighed, this person was too paranoid, he didn't bother to explain, and continued to ask: "Hand over all the secret methods, tell the whereabouts of the alien saint, and spare you from dying." ”

Ning Yuan spread out his hand, and his tone was very sincere: "I have always been true to my word, after all, no matter how precious the secret is, it is not as precious as my life." ”

"Do you think I'm dead?"

Zheng Yifan suddenly sneered, he had already recovered a wisp of aura, although he was not Ning Yuan's opponent, but he also had hope of turning the tables.

"Huh!"

Zheng Yifan suddenly stretched out his right hand, flicked his fingers, and a holy aura turned into a sharp arrow, tearing through the air, and stabbing at the Xuanxu Taoist who was meditating with his eyes closed on the side with lightning speed.

Xuanxu Daoist people are in retreat, and unless there is disturbance, it is unlikely that they will wake up from the retreat.

Zheng Yifan knew his master's state at the moment, so he risked death to be disturbed, as long as the master woke up from the retreat, with the strength of the top saint, the group of people in front of him would die.

Even the Ning Yuan in front of him is a holy land, and Tianjiao is not afraid.

There are also distinctions between saints, and the top saints are the strongest, second only to the supreme, and can fight several saints together.

Just like the Nine Dragons Saint, he also relied on the anti-heaven cultivation of the top saint at the beginning, endured the saint-level poison in his body, fought against several saints of different races, and escaped from the danger.

In his trust in the strength of the Xuanxu Daoist, Zheng Yifan put his last hope on the master's body.

However.

"Bell!!"

A metallic vibration spread all around, and a golden light shroud appeared around the Xuanxu Daoist, protecting him unharmed.

The saint aura that Zheng Yifan hit couldn't penetrate this mysterious golden light cover, and this finger aura shattered outside the golden light cover, turning into blurry fragments and scattering into the air.

"What is this?"

Zheng Yifan screamed and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

He noticed.

At the feet of the Xuanxu Daoist, I don't know when there was an old golden bell.

It was windless and automatic, floating gently, and there was no sound coming out between the shakes, but a large amount of golden aura overflowed, forming a golden light cover, which firmly protected the Xuanxu Dao people, and at the same time completely separated the Xuanxu Dao people from the outside world.

"Where did the bell come from!"

Zheng Yifan is going to despair.

This thing can't even be broken by the saint, and the master can't wake it up, so should the whole door be sent to his own carelessness as soon as possible?

"I lost it. ”

Ning Yuan smiled and said: "Innate treasure, wonderful golden light bell." ”

This little golden bell seems ordinary, but it has many wonderful uses such as protecting the lord, transmitting sound, purifying the spirit, calming the spirit, refining the aura, etc.

"Innate Treasure!"

When Zheng Yifan heard this, his heart became even more desperate.

This level of magic weapon is only heard by its name, and it has never been seen before, and it is said that only the supreme-level powerful are qualified to have it.

"Since you won't say it, take it away. ”

Ning Yuan waved his hand and squinted his eyes slightly: "Take him away and let the people of the Xuanbu ask for the secret." ”