Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

The Giant Saint turned his head and saw that the one who spoke was a rough-looking man with a pair of vertical bull horns.

Juba, the middle stage of the eighth-level Spirit Emperor, one of the top fighters of Juling City.

Before the Giant Saint spoke, Horned Maniac took the lead and spoke:

"Lord Giant Saint, if you agree with my suggestion, this is a good opportunity!"

Seeing the Giant Saint looking at him, Horned Maniac continued: "Lord Giant Saint, at this moment, the strong men of the human race are in the Wild City, and the man in front of him actually appeared here alone, and he is so young, but he has such a cultivation. He must be the core genius of the human race. If we capture him, maybe we can use it to threaten the human race in exchange for some resources. If not, we can also kill him as a sacrifice to boost the morale of our race and blow the horn of counterattack against the human race!"

Hearing this, the Giant Saint lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

He had his own considerations, and it was impossible for him to believe everything Horned Maniac said.

But what Horned Maniac said still made some sense.

Although he had not decided to counterattack the human race, it was still possible to capture the person in front of him and exchange for some resources. Even if he could not exchange for resources, returning him to the human race could also win favor.

Thinking of this, the Giant Saint said to the Giant Tyrant:

"Well, go ahead and capture him alive. Don't kill him unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Yes!"

The Giant Tyrant agreed and pounded his chest.

Then, the Giant Tyrant took off directly with a catapult, jumped hundreds of meters, and jumped towards the carriage not far away.

The powerful aura belonging to the eighth level burst out instantly, pushing the crowd of onlookers away for more than a thousand meters.

A huge open space suddenly appeared in the field. In the center of the open space, a carriage stood alone, and two large flags fluttered. !

The figure that jumped into the sky fell rapidly and hit the front of the carriage hard, raising a cloud of dust.

The crowd of onlookers were excited again after seeing the figure rising from the dust.

"It's Lord Juba!"

"Lord Juba actually took action himself, this is stable!"

"Humph, look at this kid still so arrogant!"

"How arrogant he was just now, how embarrassed he will be later!"

Juba, but one of the strongest people in the entire Juling City besides Lord Jusheng, with him taking action, they don't believe that this kid can still be an opponent.

On the top of the carriage, Mo Nan frowned, and with a thought, a breeze blew over, blowing away the dust in the sky.

"He has to choose such a way to appear. He is really a guy with no public morality."

Muttering in his mouth, Mo Nan's eyes moved down and looked at the person who came.

His eyes flashed a few times, and Mo Nan withdrew his gaze with some disappointment.

The guy in front of him also has magical powers, but it is only a small magical power related to power. The level is too low and there is no way to copy it.

Unlike Mo Nan, who didn't care, Jiao Xi, who was in the carriage, felt the powerful breath of Ju Ba, and her pretty face turned pale.

Through the tiny gap of the curtain, she saw the situation outside.

Ju Ba, she knew him. He was one of the several great war gods in Ju Ling City, and his cultivation was comparable to that of Lord Jiao Zhan.

In several internal conflicts of the Ling Jiao Clan, Ju Ba's record was amazing, and everyone knew how powerful he was.

Can he be an opponent at the age of only 18? He won't lose, right?

But then, Jiao Xi shook her head hurriedly.

Why would she care about that hateful guy?

By the way, if he loses, it will affect her, well, that's it.

Outside the car.

Mo Nan retracted his gaze, closed his eyes again, and was unmoved.

He sneered in his heart: "Capture me? Just you?"

Mo Nan has a divine mind, and he heard the conversation between the few people just now clearly.

However, Mo Nan was not sure whether the giant saint really accepted the suggestion of the horn maniac.

If he really agreed, then Mo Nan would not accept any challenge. If the giant spirit became a strong man above the Martial King, no one would escape.

In fact, according to the rules, Mo Nan could not start a massacre before the Lingjiao tribe made a final decision.

Otherwise, all the people would be killed, or there would be not many left. What would be the point of choosing? There would be no big use in taming two or three big cats and small cats. It would not be as fragrant as the Heart of the World.

However, this was not a hard and fast rule. Moreover, for the sake of the little girl in Manghuang City who kindly reminded him, Mo Nan did not mind taking action to deal with some of the opponents in advance and reduce the proportion of the opposing votes.

Seeing that the guy in front of him just glanced at him lightly and then chose to ignore him, the giant tyrant suddenly felt humiliated.

His hands kept beating on his chest, and he said in his mouthHe roared in anger.

Then, the giant jumped up and punched the figure on the roof. He wanted to smash this guy who dared to ignore him into a pulp!

However, although his fist burst out with infinite energy, the space shattered like a mirror, and the powerful fist wind was enough to crush any martial king.

But the carriage remained motionless, and the curtain did not shake from beginning to end.

And the figure sitting cross-legged still did not even open his eyes.

Mo Nan felt the opponent's attack.

Well, it's not bad.

With the cultivation of the fifth level of the eighth stage, the combat power is comparable to Zhang Liang, who is half a step away from the martial emperor, which is already very good.

You know, Zhang Liang is a top-level genius with a lower-grade golden finger of the fairy level. Only the giant in the middle stage of the spirit emperor can be comparable to Zhang Liang, who is at the peak of the martial king, which is already very good.

Still without opening his eyes, Mo Nan raised his hand casually and met the giant's punch.

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the field, and a huge energy wave rushed straight into the sky, shattering the sea of ​​clouds.

Then, a scene that made everyone's eyes widen happened.

The invincible giant tyrant in their hearts was directly blown away hundreds of meters away. After his body turned several somersaults in the air, he finally released the remaining force and fell heavily on the ground, and dust was raised again.

Seeing this scene, everyone opened their mouths wide.

Also shocked were the giant saint and others standing on the roof not far away.

When the giant saint saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the entire Giant Spirit City, except for himself, no one dared to say that he was sure to beat the giant tyrant. Now, he was actually knocked away by a punch?

Is this human boy really so evil?

If so, in Giant Spirit City, except for himself, this person should have no rivals!

Thinking of this, the Giant Saint couldn't help but re-examine and think about his attitude towards the human race.

If the human race's geniuses were all so evil, how powerful would the human race be?

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