Yan Jing Jing felt the slightest mystery of the innate realm, and the surging power in his body made him a little intoxicated, although he was using medicine to break through the bottleneck that had been stagnant for many years, but at this moment, he had no remorse.

You must know that although the young man on the opposite side is not very old, he is strong in martial arts, especially the erratic, ghost-like "light skill", which is what he has seen in his life, if he hesitates and can't break through to the innate realm, he will die here.

At this time, Fu Jun's heart sank, and the single hand that grabbed the hilt of the sword had already burst out into a thin cold sweat, and the palm of his hand became abnormally damp, after all, he didn't fight many people, and seeing the majestic momentum of the other party, it seemed that even his breath was much heavier now.

"Calm down......" said to himself secretly, Fu Jun slowly calmed down his shock, and gradually recovered his casual appearance on the surface, his calm face did not show the slightest weakness of heart, and he seemed to ignore the promotion of the strong man opposite.

Mo Chou Yan looked at the unknown young man opposite, and was suddenly a little stunned, and his mood was very unhappy. Although he was impressed by the mysterious young man, but now that he had successfully advanced to the innate realm, in the eyes of the other party, he didn't care.

What he wants to see more is that the young man is at a loss and frightened, so that his heart will be comfortable and he can appreciate the obscenity of the innate powerhouse.

And the development of things was far beyond his imagination, and the calm young man stood in front of him, his expression calm and unfazed.

"Hmph, a milky little hairy child, just pretending to be confident, as if everything is within your control, what, is it that you can't move because of the old man's momentum. ”

Then Yan asked tentatively, undisguised his hatred for Fu Jun.

"Innate realm, condensed into a soldier?Hmph, the last surname is Lao'er, even if you cultivate to the next level, can you help me in the slightest?!" Fu Jun was nervous in his heart, but he was unforgiving, for fear of revealing flaws.

Hearing this, Mo Chou Yan was stunned in his heart, and looked at the nameless young man who was frank, but he was immediately unable to continue.

But then, his figure flickered, and the person had already pounced into the air, and with a wave of one palm, the whole person turned into a violent wind, and rushed straight towards Fu Jun with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Mo Chou Yan plans not to rub it on anymore, for fear of an accident, and wants to rely on his magic skills to capture this unknown young man, but his heart is still affected by this calm young man, and he did not conjure up an innate divine weapon, but only used his famous stunt "Cold Wind Palm" to test the reality of this young man.

Fu Jun's expression was solemn, staring at the other party's incoming momentum with all his body, and seeing that the other party had jumped above his head, he raised his short sword flatly, and as soon as he stepped out, he disappeared out of thin air and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that the young man disappeared again in a strange way, Mo Chou Yan was shocked, and now that he had advanced to the innate realm, he still couldn't see the young man's steps clearly, but he didn't know what kind of martial arts steps Fu Jun used, how could the earth escape thaumaturgy be comparable to those steps.

Mo Chou Yan didn't dare to hold it up, turned attack into defense, waved it with one hand, and transformed into a series of palm wind screens, covering the vital points of his lower body, with a trace of imperceptible strangeness in his eyes.

A flash of silver slashed through the air, and the piercing dagger suddenly slashed out at an incredible angle, straight at the old man's throat.

Seeing this, Mo Chou Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and then he separated the arm with no palm, and faced the short sword naked, while the other hand was aimed at Fu Jun's shoulder, and slashed down violently.

Seeing this, Fu Jun was horrified, he couldn't imagine that the old man would be so vicious, although the broken arm had lost his palm, but if it was treated in time, it could definitely be connected. At this time, this old man actually thought of hurting Fu Jun in such a way that was almost self-harming, which was really beyond Fu Jun's expectations.

The throat is an important part of the human body, if it is attacked, it should be the place to be saved, and the old man surnamed Mo is this kind of self-help method, it is really unprecedented and unprecedented.

Fu Jun saw the truth in it, and he would not risk his flesh and blood, only to see his wrist holding the sword flick slightly, and the short sword in his hand suddenly came sideways, dancing into a disc-sized silver ball, protecting the vital point of his predecessor.

The corners of Mo Chou Yan's mouth showed a mocking look, but seeing that the castration of his palm remained unchanged, he rushed into the sword light without a trace of wanting to avoid it.

With a crisp sound of "block", Fu Jun's short sword slashed above the palm wind, splashing a spark, which did not hurt the other party's fur, but was bounced away by the innate qi of the old man's body protection suddenly activated and thrown to the ground.

And the old man surnamed Mo was not resigned, followed by him, his palm turned over, and his momentum suddenly increased, and a dark green big axe was instantly condensed and formed, and it turned towards Fu Jun, who was falling rapidly.

The old man surnamed made his moves in one go, and finally used his innate skills to condense into a soldier, wanting to take down this nameless boy in one fell swoop.

Being in mid-air, Fu Jun's face was shocked, this old man surnamed was worthy of being a battle-hardened figure, such a combo, the changes were orderly, and they were synthesized in an instant, which was naturally not comparable to what he could think of as a fledgling.

The giant axe that reached the sky shook the white light of the short sword in Fu Jun's hand and dissipated, and the power of the innate power actually penetrated into his meridians, rushing into the already dim white light of the dantian, crackling and chaotic, causing damage to his body.

Fu Jun secretly roared, the white light of the dantian quickly swam, and the fluorescence of the unknown treasure jade on his chest rose sharply, and the two combined to run the big Zhou Tian cycle on their own.

One, two, three, four, five, six, six, six...... It ran straight from start to finish for more than six and a half turns!

Under such Jedi pressure, Fu Jun, who had not been able to break through the fourth layer of the Qi Refining Period for a long time, actually broke through again! Breakthrough! He actually reached the peak stage of the sixth layer, and suddenly a majestic true qi flowed through the limbs and hundreds of remains, nourishing every cell in his body.