"He's so cunning, such a cute little guy, he really shouldn't be with him, he'll be ruined, that ugly monster is not a good thing, he deserves to be beaten!" However, the girl Zi Yan patted the spirit beast bag on her body and muttered to herself.

"Alas, Yan'er..."Zhong Mingyuan had the urge to vomit blood.

"Courage, mind, strategy... It's all the best choice, but if it's just that, it's still..."Qi Mingshan shook his head slowly, and said: "This so-called Kunwu Venerable, although he is so arrogant that he accidentally fell into it, but after all, he is a mid-stage Jindan monk, and the body protection aura can be broken by brute force, unless..."

......

Rumble... Rumble... Rumble...

Hao Feng followed like a shadow, punch after punch, each blow had the power of ten thousand jun, with the strength of the force, Venerable Kunwu staggered, and the blow flew into the sky, without the power to resist.

"The body protection aura of the Jindan stage is actually so strong!"

Hao Feng looked like a fierce tiger and was brave, but he was also frightened.

He knew best how powerful his full blow was, nearly a hundred punches were blasted out, even a small mountain would be razed to the ground, but he was never able to break through Venerable Kunwu's thin layer of body protection.

Moreover, every time he punched and came into contact with the opponent's body protection aura, he felt the erosion of a cold aura, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, if it weren't for the protection of the True Martial Pole Membrane, I am afraid that he would not be able to directly contact the other party.

However, even though he became more and more frightened, Hao Feng did not have the slightest intention of taking the opportunity to escape. Because the other party had slowly recovered from the golden ball of light from his divine sense, it was impossible for him to escape from the locked range of the other party's divine consciousness in an instant.

In the face of such a terrible existence, relying on a strong body, fighting in close quarters, and not giving the other party any respite, he has a glimmer of life.

Moreover, Hao Feng believed that under such a heavy blow as himself, even if Venerable Kunwu recovered from the backlash of his divine sense, he would definitely not be able to successfully condense his mana and use any great divine power to attack and kill him.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Either he died, or he died, Hao Feng got up, with an invincible momentum, and in a sharp whistling sound, he went straight to the crotch of Venerable Kunwu.

"Shhhhh

Seeing Venerable Kunwu, a dignified Jindan mid-stage monk, being hit back and forth by Hao Feng like a broken sack, the minds of many monks in the foundation building period were already blank, and then looking at Hao Feng's invincible, but full of damage, everyone subconsciously gasped, and felt empathy for Venerable Kunwu in pain.

"Boom"

Venerable Kunwu was shot straight into the sky by this kick, at this time, his divine consciousness that was swallowed by the golden light recovered slightly, even through the protective aura he also felt pain in his heart, his body arched in mid-air, his face was dark, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Junior...!"

But the answer to him was from top to bottom, with a whistling sound and a hint of gold, and a big foot that went straight to his door.

Kun Wu Zhun Qi's seven orifices were smoking, his eyes were cracked, but there was nothing he could do, and as soon as there was a blue light in his single eye, he was covered by the big feet that split his head and covered his face, and in the muffled snort, he fell straight down to the ground like a green onion.

The Soul Dementoring Secret Technique, which had not yet been performed, was also interrupted by the tremendous vibration of the body's protective aura, and was devoured by the mana, and the blue light in the one-eyed eye dispersed, and a trace of blood overflowed.

As Hao Feng expected, although Venerable Kunwu's divine consciousness recovered slightly, under his shadow's continuous blows, his mana and divine consciousness could not be condensed at all, and as soon as he tried, he suffered a loss.

This is also the bad luck of Venerable Kunwu, although he knows everything about Hao Feng through the soul search of Liu Tianpeng and Liu Tianyi, but after all, these two are peak monks in the middle stage of foundation building, Hao Feng's body was good at that time, but he was not taken to heart by them, and his soul was only obsessed with his ability to break free from the shackles of the blood spirit pupil, but the others did not have much memory.

Before Venerable Kunwu came to Fang City, although he also secretly inquired, the main thing was to inquire whether there were Jindan monks in Fang City, and how many foundation building period monks were here.

As for Hao Feng, how could he look at it, after all, just a Qi refining period cultivator, he could crush a lot of people with one finger. If it weren't for that kind of unwarranted secret technique, he might not even be in the mood to look at the other party.

Even if he occasionally heard people talk about Fan Wu Fighting Immortals and so on, he laughed it off and didn't pay attention to it at all.

After all, this incident is like a giant dragon searching for news of a tiger or a hound, but occasionally hearing a few ants talking about how strong and invincible the other ant is.

Moreover, Hao Feng made a living secretly, frightened to "self-abolish mana", and flattered and flattered him, which made him feel how ridiculous the overheard discussion was, and he didn't take it to heart.

But he never expected that Hao Feng was using his psychology to bring him into the middle step by step, luring him to use his divine sense to touch the golden ball of light formed in his body by the great power of heaven and earth, and he was instantly counterattacked.

This is also the subconscious invasion of Venerable Kunwu with only a wisp of divine consciousness, if all the divine thoughts were embraced in, I am afraid that he would have already lost his soul and become a walking corpse.

But despite this, Venerable Kunwu's divine consciousness was still much more serious than Hao Feng's that day, and a wisp of divine thought came to naught, and even the sea of consciousness was in chaos.

Because the power of heaven and earth represents the will of heaven and earth, the stronger the intruder, the more violent the backlash will be.

However, Venerable Kunwu was a mid-stage Jindan monk after all, and after recovering his consciousness a little, although he found that the situation was not good, and he was interrupted by Hao Feng strongly, he was greatly traumatized, and the anger in his heart can be imagined, but he was not too panicked.

Because of Hao Feng's blows, although they can be called overwhelming, endless, each blow is like a hill hitting him, and the aura of the protective body makes him feel like a tear and his heart aches.

If it weren't for the bald head that was in the matter, keeping a little clear in his heart, and subconsciously blessed with a protective aura, even the body of the golden pill that had been tempered by spiritual power would have been beaten into meat sauce.

But every blow of Hao Feng will always leave a short gap, although it is only fleeting, not enough for him to recover his mana, but it also leaves a trace of room for him to breathe, and he can always take advantage of this to send a little mana to strengthen the body protection aura, so that he will not be crushed by a single blow, and will be instantly beaten into a cloud of blood mist.

However, although Venerable Kunwu was shocked by the strength of Hao Feng's physical power, with his bare hands, through the protective aura, he could tear his body apart, and his mana could not be condensed, but he was more embarrassed and crazy.

In front of everyone's eyes, his dignified Jindan mid-stage monk was like a broken sack, being beaten by an ant-like little monk, no, it should have been beaten by ants who have become mortals, and the shame in his heart can be imagined, and his lungs are about to explode.

Venerable Kunwu was transporting mana to strengthen the body protection aura between the gaps, while pondering how to brew Hao Feng once he got out of trouble, as for what bullshit secret technique, he didn't want to know anymore, and even Ling Feixue didn't think about taking it away.

"Junior, don't pull out your soul, use the yin fire to temper for a hundred years, and swear not to give up!" Venerable Kunwu shot a cold light from his single eye, enduring the pain of his body wanting to split, and his heart was ruthless.

Rumble... Rumble... Rumble...

In response, all he responded was Hao Feng accompanying him, bombarding punch after punch.

However, at this time, Hao Feng was also chilling in his heart, although he took the lead and fought hand-to-hand combat, the opponent who fought could not gather mana to exert many magical powers to counterkill himself, but it was still not enough to break this old guy's defense.

It's not that he doesn't know that there is a short gap between each of his blows, but there is nothing he can do for a while, because although his physical strength is extraordinary, if he is replaced by a Jindan early stage monk who is beaten so closely, I am afraid that he will already be in danger.

However, Venerable Kunwu is a mid-stage Jindan monk, how tenacious the aura of the body protection is, and each blow of Hao Feng also needs a short charge of strength, and he attacks with all his strength in order to achieve the effect of penetrating the strength into it, and the opponent who hits cannot condense the mana.

Otherwise, it simply can't be shaken.

Therefore, Hao Feng can only maintain this state, and do his best with every blow, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, otherwise, once the other party takes the opportunity to restore the smooth flow of mana and get rid of the blow that follows him, then he will really be in a dilemma of life and death.

But it is not a way to go on like this, because although this old guy can only send a trace of mana to strengthen the body protection aura at a time, it is basically the same as the energy consumed to resist each of his blows, and in the long run, there will always be a time when his body energy is exhausted.

Of course, this is not the key, but the main thing is that Hao Feng glanced at it casually, and saw a hint of imminence in the eyes of Xiao Bufan and the others, even the many foundation building period monks in Liuyunfang City, led by the old man surnamed He.

The mid-Jindan monk is arrogant and arrogant, which makes everyone's hearts chill, and it is a fluke to be able to save his life under his obscenity, and he dares to have other ideas.

But a mid-stage Jindan monk who can't operate with mana, can only fight to protect the body aura in Hao Feng's hands, and doesn't have the slightest power to resist, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Although even a Fake Dan Stage Monk, with the power of the best spiritual weapon, could not use all his strength, he would definitely not be able to break through the body protection defense of a Jindan Stage Monk with a single blow.

After all, there is a difference between a heavy realm and a heavy heaven, a fake pill, a golden pill, and a word, but there is a world of difference in the quality of mana.

Otherwise, Hao Feng's physical strength could build a foundation, and he would have already broken through the protective aura and killed him instantly. Now, it can only rely on the shock generated by the pure physical attack, so that it cannot successfully condense mana.

But if everyone rushed up and hundreds of spiritual weapons fell together, Venerable Kunwu would be absolutely unable to resist even in his heyday, and could only temporarily avoid the edge.