No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 165

"what?"

Yi Fan was very surprised, it seemed that he could kill the Nascent Soul Ghost General with a single strike, but that was the result of his best skills.

Although I don't know how long the Nascent Soul Ghost General can be trapped by such a peerless weapon like "Heaven and Earth Chess Game", a mere second is enough, and with the help of "Swordsmanship of Slaughtering Demons" with the help of "Tame the Thunder" Without the sword intent of "No", this is the only way to achieve success in one fell swoop.

But the person in front of him can easily defuse his attack, what kind of cultivation is that?

Yi Fan's curiosity aroused, and he couldn't help sweeping his spiritual sense over. Unfortunately, the moment he was about to touch the general Zheng Jiang, an invisible barrier of coldness firmly blocked his spiritual sense, preventing him from prying the slightest bit.

"What a powerful spiritual consciousness, what kind of kung fu you have practiced, you have not yet broken through the realm, and there is no trace of crossing the catastrophe on your body, why can you match the Nascent Soul, no, it is crushing the Nascent Soul, spanning three Great Realm, I have practiced for thousands of years, and I have never heard of such appalling things!" Although Zheng Jiang blocked Yi Fan's consciousness, he could not help being shocked and unbelievable when he sensed the strength of his consciousness.

"You are not bad either. I have never met an opponent as strong as you since I came down the mountain. How about if you let these mortals go, how about we have a hearty battle?" Glancing at the mortals around him, he suggested.

"Hahaha, Seventh Brother, let me fight if you want to fight!"

"boom!"

A black shadow like a hill fell from the sky, and the cars on the ground were shaken up to three feet high, like a small meteorite.

"It's the eighth brother, Zheng Wu, aren't you sent by His Majesty to guard the border to prevent the righteous from making trouble? Why are you here, brother!" Zheng Jiang said, turning his head to look at the giant ghost general who was about three meters tall.

"Hey, those scumbags were frightened by us and retreated long ago. Xianji Boring heard that you had a good show here, so he came over quickly. I didn't expect to catch up just in time!" Zheng Wu said nonchalantly. smiled.

"Nonsense, you left your post without permission, and you didn't hurry to plead guilty to His Majesty, yet you still have the guts to fight?" Zheng Jiang sighed, glared at Zheng Wu, and reprimanded him in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter, brother, it's just a child. It won't take long. Just treat it as an upright monk who was casually slaughtered on the road when reporting the war on the border to His Majesty."

Zheng Wu looked big and rough, but in fact he was as careful as a hair, and he had already figured out a countermeasure, first to protect his butt from being beaten.

"Zheng Wu, Xiu is lucky. Your Majesty knows everything. How can you be deceived by your cleverness? Get back here quickly, or don't blame me for punishing you!" Zheng Jiang had a headache.

For thousands of years since Lu Buwei was buried, this guy has no hobbies, except that he likes to find people to compete in martial arts everywhere, but he is also extremely strong. Those who are weaker than him can't beat him, and those who are stronger than him dare not fight. After all, the eight brothers of the Zheng family are not only With a high position and weight, all of them are strong, and no one will offend them if they are idle.

Therefore, this guy Zheng Wu caused a lot of trouble, and he was still confident.

"Brother Seven, I'll give him a hammer and leave immediately!" Zheng Wu grinned, pretending not to hear, and striding hundreds of meters in one step, the giant hammer in his hand smashed towards Yi Fan's head with unparalleled force.

"clang!"

The ear-piercing roaring sound of gold and iron intersecting came, as strong as Zheng Jiang's ears were also buzzing.

Looking at Yi Fan again, he actually held the hammer with one hand, looking calm and effortless.

Looking at his eighth brother who looked like a demon god descending into the world, ghost energy was rolling around his body, and he was gnashing his teeth. He was obviously exerting himself to the extreme, but it was like a fly shaking a tree, unable to move Yi Fan's sky-high palm.

Yi Fan's practice is called "Shen Xiang Prison Strength", and each cell particle is equivalent to the strength of an ancient true spirit giant elephant.

This strength includes mana and vigor.

In the world, in terms of strength alone, who can be bigger than 360 ancient giant elephants with combined forces?
"Where did this pervert come from? Why did Your Majesty provoke him so well?"

Zheng Jiang's face was ashen, and his brows were tightly frowned. He had experienced the divine power of his eighth younger brother. Even the eldest brother would not dare to stand still and let him hit him with a hammer, but that boy held the hammer with one hand without any effort. It was the eighth younger brother who was hysterical, even though he tried his best, he couldn't shake him even half a step.

If a named disciple is so terrifying, then what kind of existence is the sect he belongs to?

Zheng Jiang didn't dare to imagine it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was safe to stay in a closed country, and when he got back, he would ask the boss to advise His Majesty, and continue to hang on.

"You have tried your best, but I haven't exerted my strength yet!"

Seeing that Zheng Wu, who was as tall as a hill, could no longer increase his strength, Yi Fan shook his head and chuckled, and squeezed hard.

"Oh!"

The ghost weapon sledgehammer connected to Zheng Wu's mind exploded and turned into black air flying everywhere in the sky.

"You, you, you dare to destroy my ghost weapon, I will make your life worse than death, ah ah ah!"

Zheng Wu's figure shrunk sharply, about two meters. He is a ghost cultivator, and the ghost weapon needs to be sacrificed day and night, and it is closely connected with his ghost body.

"Bold, you dare to hurt my eighth brother, Gou Tianming Claw, die for me!"

Zheng Jiang's eyes were about to burst. He waved his big hand and nine soul-catching iron claws fell from the sky. He grabbed it lightly. Even as strong as Yi Fan, he felt his eyes were a little blurry and his consciousness was shaken. However, after a flash of lightning, he quickly returned to normal.

"Bullshit hook the sky, kill me!"

Yi Fan waved his hand and shot nine thunderballs, and the so-called Goutian Mingclaw was blown to pieces immediately, and the aura didn't show.

Zheng Jiang groaned, obviously suffering from backlash, but not as serious as his eighth brother.

"Good boy, don't think that you can do whatever you want with a little bit of means. Do you know that what you have stepped into is the peerless formation that our Majesty spent thousands of years refining, and any creature entering it will be restrained. Although I am not talented, I can It is enough to kill you with a formation flag." Suddenly a dark red formation flag appeared in Zheng Jiang's hand, he flicked it lightly, and after making a series of spells, Yi Fan's space suddenly changed. It was pitch black, and no mortal could be seen again.

Yi Fan was extremely disdainful.

"In front of the formations of my third senior brother, formations in the world are like child's play, it's ridiculous!"

"If you like black, then I insist on making the world white!"

Yi Fan didn't have an array flag either, so he stretched out his fingers and tapped the air a few times, and suddenly a vast light appeared out of thin air, tearing apart the darkness of the sky, revealing Zheng Jiang holding an array flag with a dazed expression on his face.

"No, it's impossible, you can deploy a formation countermeasure in my formation, how is this possible!"

Zheng Jiang was a little flustered.

Since the establishment of the Great Qin Ghost Kingdom, there have been amazing and talented monks who have come to their door. Unfortunately, they either died in the end and became a member of the Ghost Kingdom, or they ran away in disgrace.

But no one has ever really taken advantage of their Daqin ghost country, and there has never even been a righteous monk who has the chance to meet His Majesty in person.

The main reason is this huge formation.

This formation is based on the supreme magic weapon "Heshibi", supplemented by countless magic weapons and millions of ghost soldiers. With such a powerful lineup, who can counterattack in this formation?

At that time, it was useless for Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang to come hand in hand. In the end, I didn't know what I promised His Majesty, so I let them go.

(End of this chapter)