"Li Quanyang, how can I brew you? Do you want to die quickly or survive?"

Yang Yibu held a photo stone in his hand, looked left and right for a while before asking softly.

"Yang Yibu, you kill me, I don't want to live" Li Quanyang glanced at Yang Yibu and said, in Li Quanyang's eyes, he no longer has the desire to live.

"As you wish, you go to die" As soon as Yang Yibu's voice fell, and with a slight wave of his hand, Li Quanyang's body burst open in an instant.

There was only one golden Yuan Ying left, "Don't vote for the wrong sect in the next life", Yang Yibu murmured softly, erasing Li Quanyang's wisdom.

When Yang Yibu appeared in the fairy realm for the second time, the sky above the mountain range where he stayed was lively.

This mountain range is the only way to the Wangyang Sect, because of the news released by Li Xingxing and them, there are now many monks rushing to the Wangyang Sect, and they all want to see with their own eyes what kind of method the madman Yang Yibu used to destroy the Wangyang Sect.

Yang Yibu still didn't follow the public to Wangyang Sect, he had no intention of destroying Wangyang Sect, he asked Li Xingxing and them to release the news of destroying Wangyang Sect, just to lure out the ten people who were chasing him.

Now that one of the ten people has gone, and there are nine people left, Yang Yibu has hidden his figure on the top of the mountain, but he has released his huge spiritual power.

For every monk who passed by here from the seventh level to the early eighth level of the Yuan Infant Stage quietly scanned it to see if there were any characters in Li Quanyang's photo for him.

One day, two days, three days.

Yang Yibu waited quietly here like a hunter waiting for his prey, and three days passed in a flash, during which Yang Yibu sat motionless, like a clay bodhisattva.

"Huh~" A streamer flew from the sky, Yang Yibu's spiritual power swept away, and the figure in this streamer coincided with a figure in Li Quanyang's shadow stone.

"Zhang Zibei, the enforcer of the Third Law Enforcement Brigade of Zixiao Palace, the late cultivation of the seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage" A piece of information appeared in Yang Yibu's mind.

"Zhang Zibei, when you were also one of the people who hunted me down, you were dead today," Yang Yibu muttered, standing up from his cross-legged seat, revealing his hidden body, and at the same time, a breath locked on Zhang Zibei who was flying rapidly.

"Well, who locked me with a gas machine" Zhang Zibei, who was flying rapidly, suddenly felt a heartbeat, and at the same time had a feeling like a man on his back, he knew that this feeling was because he was locked by someone with a gas machine, that is to say, someone was eyeing him.

Zhang Zibei looked in the direction of the qi induction, and on the top of a mountain, there was a young monk looking at him with a cold gaze.

"Yang Yibu" Zhang Zibei was ecstatic, this is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, I didn't expect my luck to be so good, I actually met Yang Yibu in this place where birds don't.

Although it is said that the Third Law Enforcement Brigade of Zixiao Hall sent ten people to hunt down Yang Yibu at the same time, the credit should be distributed according to the size of each person's contribution, and the more credit you have, the more rewards you get.

If Yang Yibu is found and killed by Zhang Zibei alone, then Zhang Zibei alone can take all the credit and get all the rewards.

"Hahaha, hello Yang Yibu, I'm so happy to see you" Zhang Zibei fell on the top of the hill where Yang Yibu was.

"Are you Zhang Zibei, I don't know what you are happy to see me, I think you should feel sad."

Yang Yibu looked at Zhang Zibei coldly with his cold eyes.

"Well, Yang Yibu, you are even more arrogant than the legend, it's too late for me to be happy to see you, how can I go to be sad for no reason."

A sneering smile appeared on Zhang Zibei's face, and he said to Yang Yibu in a mocking tone.

"Zhang Zibei, this can only be said that you are happy too early, because you are about to die."

Yang Yibu's tone was surprisingly calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Yang Yibu, are you dreaming and haven't woken up yet, who is going to die, I think you are the one who is going to die."

Zhang Zibei was extremely displeased with Yang Yibu's calmness, in his mind, Yang Yibu, a little monk in the middle of the fourth level of the Yuan Infant Stage, should be shocked when he saw himself, a late seventh level monk of the Yuan Infant Stage, and fled in the wilderness.

"Zhang Zibei, if I were you, why don't you take advantage of the fact that I have not made a move and run away with my tail between my legs, and escape as far as possible."

Yang Yibu still said to Zhang Zibei unhurriedly, his words full of disdain.

"Yang Yibu, you can let me escape? You are too ignorant of the sky, I will let you know today that it is not much more difficult for me to crush you than it is to crush a bed bug."

Zhang Zibei was stimulated by Yang Yibu's arrogant tone, and an invisible momentum emanated from Zhang Zibei's body, and under this momentum, an invisible wind was generated.

"Zhang Zibei, don't just thunder and not rain, if you want to do it, hurry up, where are you grinding, are you waiting for reinforcements, if so, I will let you wait."

Yang Yibu wanted to gather Zhang Zibei's anger, but his tone was not only sour, but also very disdainful.

"Yang Yibu, you don't fucking fart, I, Zhang Zibei, will be afraid of you, see if the old man doesn't beat you all over the ground to find teeth."

Zhang Zibei was really angry with Yang Yibu, and his anger "swished".

"Yo, did I say that it hurts, and I am annoyed and angry, and I am not convinced to beat me."

Yang Yibu added fuel to the fire again, adding fuel to the anger Zhang Zibei.

"Yang Yibu, die" Zhang Zibei, who was carried away by anger, was furious, raised his huge fist, and blasted at Yang Yibu with a punch.

Zhang Zibei originally looked down on Yang Yibu's cultivation, and in anger, he just punched out casually, and the power of his punch was only about eighty percent of his cultivation.

"Click~" Where Zhang Zibei's fist passed, the space kept cracking, and the milky white light revealed out, forming a beautiful milky white light wave.

Bursts of strong wind formed on Zhang Zibei's fist, mixed with the aura of destruction, and it slammed into Yang Yibu.

"It's a good time" Facing Zhang Zibei's earth-shattering punch, Yang Yibu did not have the slightest shock, he stepped out lightly.

The same punch blasted out, and this punch of his was a combined punch of the middle level of the fourth level of his Yuan Infant Stage and the seven super-large worlds in the Zhenshi Tower.

In the punch that hit Zhang Zibei, Yang Yibu did not use all his strength, this is not that Yang Yibu took Zhang Zibei lightly.

In fact, when Zhang Zibei punched Yang Yibu, Yang Yibu found that Zhang Zibei's combat power was seriously inconsistent with his cultivation.

Judging from the strength of Zhang Zibei's punches, his combat power is only at most the combat power of the middle seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage, and there are only two situations where this kind of thing happens.

One is that Zhang Zibei is now injured, and he is not lightly injured, which seriously affects his combat power.

The second situation is that Zhang Zibei's cultivation in the late seventh stage of the Yuan Infant Stage was not his ascetic cultivation, but relied on the accumulation of various heavenly and earthly treasures, which led to a serious inconsistency between his cultivation and combat power.

"Boom~" Yang Yibu's fist met Zhang Zibei's fist with an endless momentum of destroying everything.

"It's not good, how can the power of this Yang Yibu's punch be so great."

When Yang Yibu's punch was blasted out, Zhang Zibei also discovered the huge power of Yang Yibu's punch at the same time, and in his exclamation.

Zhang Zibei struggled to pour the remaining power in his body into the fist that had already exploded.

But at this time, it was too late, and Yang Yibu's fist had already hit Zhang Zibei's fist.

"Boom~Boom~Boom" In the huge collision sound, the endless energy was spreading around, and there was a "click" sound coming out of the void, as if something was shattering.

"Ah~" A miserable cry came out of Zhang Zibei's mouth.

In the sound of broken bones, Zhang Zibei's fist turned into ashes.

Yang Yibu's fist hit Zhang Zibei's body without hindrance.

"Poof~" Zhang Zibei's body exploded in an instant, and the minced flesh and bones were spreading in all directions.

In the spread, all the flesh and bones turned into a rising mist of blood, like a giant firework rising.