Zhou Fuyao was under the light of fluorescent stone all night, watching "Xu Xia's Travels", this Xu Xia also walked the mortal world again according to the route taken by his grandfather, but on the original route, a lot of branch lines have been expanded, and this Xu Xia's writing is obviously better than Xu Hark's writing. When Zhou Fuyao heard a sound in the courtyard, he pulled himself out of the world of "Xu Xia's Travels". He rubbed his eyes a little astringent, and looked at the sky outside the attic, at this time, the fairy world in the sky was already hanging in the corner of Buzhou Mountain, and there was still a little starlight twinkling in the sky.

Although he watched "Xu Xia's Travels" for a night, Zhou Fuyao did not feel too tired. He stood up directly from the bed and looked at the courtyard, and sure enough, as he expected, in the courtyard, Qing Shisan and the others were already starting to move their bodies. Zhou Fuyao was also interested today, looking at a few people in the courtyard, jumping down from the top floor of the attic.

"Morning!" Zhou Fuyao landed lightly on the ground and glanced at the people who were moving their bodies.

"Childe, you're so early today!" Xiao Yun looked at Zhou Fuyao with a somewhat surprised expression, he had never seen Zhou Fuyao so early.

"I just had a breakthrough yesterday, and suddenly my hands were a little itchy, Qing Thirteen and Zhao Feifan, we have been here!" Zhou Fuyao first smiled at Xiao Yun, and then said to Qing Thirteen and Zhao Feifan.

"Childe, do you want to guide us in our cultivation?" Qing Shisan's eyes lit up when he heard Zhou Fuyao say that he wanted to fight with them, and he suddenly became interested.

"Haha, you can also say that!" Zhou Fuyao was actually more interested in Zhao Feifan's cultivation of the Ancestral Witch Duel, and many of the attack methods in this Ancestral Witch Duel were completely different from the current attack methods. He also wanted to feel the power.

"Childe, I heard that you defeated Na Ying Zichen in the ring match in the Witch Palace. I've long wanted to see Childe's skills!" Zhao Feifan heard Zhou Fuyao say that he wanted to practice, and he was immediately interested. He wanted to ask Zhou Fuyao for help, so he naturally inquired about the origin of Zhou Fuyao, and he still inquired about some things about Zhou Fuyao in the Witch Palace. And when Zhou Fuyao helped him break the shackles in his body that day, he also felt that Zhou Fuyao's true yuan was unusually strong, pouring into his body endlessly like a surging river, and he also wanted to try Zhou Fuyao's skills.

"Feifan, you are all Yuanying cultivators, do you still want to fight with Gongzi?" Qing Shisan bumped Zhao Feifan with his elbow. Said jokingly.

"Thirteen, you don't know this, although I have been promoted to Yuanying Monk, I still can't see through Gongzi's cultivation so far!" Zhao Feifan frowned and looked at Zhou Fuyao and said. Although he was already a Yuanying monk, he felt that Zhou Fuyao standing in front of him was a pool of deep water, and he would never be able to feel the depth of this pool of deep water without trying it himself.

"No, doesn't it mean that there is an obvious gap between the Yuanying Monk and the Jiedan Monk?" said Qing Thirteen with a puzzled look on his face.

"That's just relative to the average person. For people like our son, this is not necessarily the case!" Zhao Feifan said more and more affirming his judgment, Zhou Fuyao's such a strong true yuan is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve. Even if he was promoted to Yuan Ying now, he felt that his true yuan content was not as strong as Zhou Fuyao's. Of course, this is also related to the exercises he cultivates. The most important thing for this ancestor is also the tempering of the body, so that the body can develop in the direction of the ancestral witch. Therefore, the true yuan accumulated by this ancestor is not too strong.

"Yes, then my cultivation is not like being abused by my son!" Qing Thirteen also knew that the phantom spirit technique of cultivation was biased towards agility, and he himself was not a spirit body. Even a person like Zhao Feifan, who has a special physique, said that he couldn't see through Zhou Fuyao. Then he can't be Zhou Fuyao's opponent.

"Come, I just want to use you to familiarize yourself with the power, don't grind, you two go up together, go all out!" Zhou Fuyao didn't say much, but raised the strength in his body, clenched his hands into fists, and directly punched the two of them.

Over there, Zhao Qian and Xiang Zhizhen saw that everyone was about to make a move, and they also knew that their cultivation was absolutely uncontrollable, so the two quickly retreated into the distance, ready to take a look at the battle between the monks.

"Thirteen, be careful!" Zhao Feifan saw Zhou Fuyao directly attacking with a pair of flesh fists, and he also instantly lifted the power in his body, and rushed towards Zhou Fuyao with a punch.

Qing Thirteen felt the oncoming fist wind, and his face changed slightly, this fist wind had completely enveloped him, making it too late for him to dodge, and the power on this fist wind made him feel like a mountain pressing against him. Qing 13 felt that if this punch was solid, then it would definitely be dead. Qing Thirteen also knew that he could never hide at this time, and he had nowhere to hide. He could only grit his teeth and forcibly carry Zhenyuan to meet him.

The first to hit Zhou Fuyao's fist was Zhao Feifan, and the excitement on his face instantly faded the moment it intersected with Zhou Fuyao's fist, because he felt that an incomparably powerful strange force was drilling into his body at a very fast speed.

"Ahh At the same time, his body quickly retreated.

And Qing Shisan had already bumped into Zhou Fuyao's fist at this time, only to see that his fist had changed more than a dozen times in a row after intersecting with Zhou Fuyao's fist, and only then did the force on Zhou Fuyao's fist be removed, but just this time, he felt as if his body was about to collapse, and there was a creaking and rotten friction sound between the gaps in the bones, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to appear on his forehead. In order to remove the fist power of Zhou Fuyao's fist, it can be said that he used all his strength, so that he could get rid of the shroud of Zhou Fuyao's fist power, but the true yuan in his body was consumed.

Qing Thirteen's qualifications are indeed good among ordinary people, but they definitely can't be compared with a monk with a spirit body, and the strange power of Zhou Fuyao's body is something that Qing Thirteen can bear. However, just this made Qing Thirteen feel that his understanding of the Phantom Spirit Technique was even more profound.

"Come again!" Zhou Fuyao looked at Qing Shisan, who was already sweating on his forehead, and Zhao Feifan, who had a solemn face, and shouted.

Zhao Feifan's face at this time was extremely solemn, he suddenly moved, and began to dance, he was going to move seriously, he felt that only by going all out could he have a chance. Although Zhao Feifan has lived for hundreds of years, he has always been obsessed with alchemy, so his usual combat experience is not strong, and the strength in his body is also tenten, and he can only exert seventy percent, which is a very good thing.

"Childe, be careful!" Zhao Feifan decided to take the lead at this time, only to see him dancing strangely, while quickly approaching Zhou Fuyao, his fists arrived in front of Zhou Fuyao, and knocked down like a drum.

And Qing Shisan saw Zhao Feifan take the initiative to make a move, but he also gritted his teeth, forcibly lifted the true yuan in his body, and attacked Zhou Fuyao.

"Shameless, two take the initiative to hit one!" Xiao Yun stuck Xiao Man's waist next to him at this time, and shouted at a few people, "Childe, come on, beat the two of them down." ”

Zhou Fuyao saw that the two of them took the initiative to attack, and a trace of excitement flashed on his face, he hadn't done anything with anyone for some days, and he had always had itchy hands, and now he couldn't help but go all out. Zhou Fuyao Zhenyuan agitated, the crazy power surged in his body, and it was two simple punches, and the fists smashed straight towards the two people who rushed over.

Although Zhao Feifan was the first to strike, Qing Shisan flew out first, he didn't even touch Zhou Fuyao's hair, he was sent out by Zhou Fuyao's huge strange force, and fell directly in the direction of the cliff. I saw that Qing Shisan's body fell down dozens of meters, and then he regained control of his body. Qing Thirteen rolled in the air for a moment, and then flew upward. He also knew that it was Zhou Fuyao who left his hand, but he still broke out in a cold sweat and felt cold. This was also the first time he realized the actual gap between himself and Zhou Fuyao, which gave him the feeling of powerlessness like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Zhou Fuyao's strength came first, first after beating Qing Thirteen with a punch, this body twisted, the waist was slightly bent, and he pounced like a tiger, this is a routine in the tiger roaring boxing, although this is just an ordinary boxing method, but in Zhou Fuyao's hands, it has completely changed the taste.

Zhao Feifan only felt that Zhou Fuyao seemed to have turned into a fierce tiger waiting to be devoured in an instant, and opened his bloody mouth to him, revealing his sharp claws.

Zhou Fuyao looked at Zhao Feifan's fists, and his face was also condensed, this Zhao Feifan is a Yuanying monk after all, and he is a great witch body, and his cultivation is also a top ancestral witch duel, although this combat experience is insufficient, but this power is definitely not to be underestimated. Zhou Fuyao felt that the whole world was pressed down on him, he knew that this was an illusion, this was the effect of Zhao Feifan's witch decision. The true yuan in Zhou Fuyao's body was running quickly, and he saw a tiger head condensed on his fist, which wrapped Zhou Fuyao's fist and bit it towards Zhao Feifan's fist.

Zhao Feifan's fist and Zhou Fuyao's fist collided violently, and a shock wave quickly spread from the place where the two fists intersected, and the entire space was like water, rippling spatial ripples. Zhao Feifan's face suddenly changed, because he felt that a force had penetrated into his body when the two of them were fighting. The next moment, a strange force suddenly erupted, making him suddenly lose control of his body and fly straight towards the waterfall. His body slammed directly into the mountain wall, pressing a human-shaped dent. (To be continued......)