Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

The Giant Sage glanced at Horned Maniac, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. Did this kid want to persuade him to die?

Or did he want to take the entire Lingjiao clan to die? His heart was really worthy of death.

Feeling the Giant Sage's unfriendly gaze, Horned Maniac's face suddenly changed, and he quickly said:

"Master Giant Sage, such a genius is definitely the top genius of the human race. There will definitely not be a second one. They sent him here, maybe just to intimidate our clan. By the way, maybe that kid just looks very young, maybe he is already an old monster, yes, that's definitely the case!"

As he spoke, Horned Maniac suddenly thought of a great possibility, and he was instantly convinced by his own idea.

Then, he continued: "Master Giant Saint, think about it, the cultivation system of the human race is definitely different from ours, and it is not impossible to keep the appearance young."

"Also, maybe the human race will not age naturally? The human race strongman before also had a very young face, yes, that's it!"

Hearing what Horned Maniac said, the shock and a little fear in the Giant Saint's heart were slightly relieved.

He thought about it and felt that what Horned Maniac said made sense.

If you only look at the appearance of the man in the distance, he is too young. The teenagers of their Lingjiao clan have just come into contact with the way of cultivation, while the human race can be comparable to the eighth-level Spirit Emperor. This is also a fantasy.

Thinking of this, the Giant Saint also temporarily gave up the idea of ​​calling the giant tyrant back.

At the same time, he gestured to the people behind him and said, "You all go together and make sure to test the strength of the Naming people. Similarly, do not kill them unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Yes."

Four figures turned into streams of light and instantly appeared beside the giant tyrant who had just stood up.

...

In the field.

The giant tyrant was shocked.

He could feel that the human in front of him had beaten him hundreds of meters away with just his physical strength.

The other party definitely did not use any other power!

This made him, who has always been famous for his physical strength, feel deeply hit.

After a long while, the numbness in his body disappeared.

Withdrawing the arm that supported his body, the giant tyrant slowly stood up from the half-kneeling position.

He suddenly felt a kind of excitement and excitement that he had not seen for a long time. This was the way of fighting he had always longed for.

The collision of pure power is the real battle between men. Since he reached his current level, he has never had a hearty fight.

Now, he can finally have a hearty fight!

However, just when he just stood up, four figures suddenly appeared beside him.

Juba took a look at them and knew what these people were here for.

"You are not allowed to make a move!"

Juba spoke to these people, his tone unquestionable.

"Juba, don't be ungrateful. Without our help, you might be beaten to death."

A young man who looked to be in his thirties snorted coldly.

"Hmph, if you dare to make a move, I will beat you first!"

Hearing Juba say this, several people were a little helpless.

They knew how muddy Juba was. He could really do such a thing. If he got reckless, he would not care about any mission.

Several people turned their heads to look at the giant saint on the roof in the distance. After seeing the other party nod, they stepped aside.

Forget it, after this guy is defeated, it won't be too late for me and others to attack together.

Seeing this, the giant tyrant rushed to the carriage a hundred meters away again with excitement.

...

In the carriage, Jiaoxi's heart was beating rapidly.

She swore that just at that moment, she really felt the approach of death, and she felt that she was about to fall.

At the same time, she also knew the gap between herself and the eighth-level spirit emperor, which was an absolutely insurmountable gap.

Just when she thought that the boy who was only 18 years old would never be able to block this attack, a scene that made her beautiful eyes widen happened.

The giant tyrant who was famous and omnipresent in the spirit corner world was actually knocked hundreds of meters away by the boy with one move?

At this moment, Jiaoxi's mind seemed to reverberate with the other party's calm words:

"Not long ago, I just turned eighteen. Do you still think I'm crazy now?"

However, before she recovered from the feeling of death, she saw four figures appearing around the giant tyrant in the distance. Jiaoxi's heart beat violently again.

These are all the eighth-level spirit emperors in Juling City, except the giant saint.

This kind of scene can only be seen when Manghuang City and Juling City go to war.Can he really resist?

Eighteen years old? One man, fighting a city? Peerless?

Just as she was shocked, the familiar feeling of death came again, and the giant rushed over again.

Jiaoxi wanted to go out and take a good look, but in the end she could only make tea silently.

...

Roof.

Mo Nan still didn't open his eyes. With his mind scanning, everything on the scene was in his mind.

Seeing that this big guy was still not giving up, he couldn't help but frowned.

With a casual punch, Mo Nan punched this guy out again.

But after the other party got up, he rushed over again.

In fact, Mo Nan had been waiting for the giant saint to take action. After defeating the other party, his mission this time would be completed.

The first step of showing force was also completed.

As a result, this guy was just like a dog-skin plaster, rushing up again and again.

No, you really think I have a good temper, right?

After seeing the other party rushing up again, Mo Nan stretched out his other hand, grabbed the other party's fist, and pulled it forward.

The other hand pinched the other party's neck and lifted the big man in the air.

The other hand quickly clenched his fist, and the fist fell on the other party's chest like raindrops.

Mo Nan suddenly remembered a set of boxing that he had seen on TV in his previous life-

Wing Chun.

Short and rapid fists kept falling, hitting the other party's blood and blood surging, and his face turned pale.

Then, Mo Nan used an "inch punch" to knock the other party out, and smashed it hard on the ground hundreds of meters away, dust flying, and large pieces of blood were sprinkled along the way.

Shaking his hands, Mo Nan didn't look at the other party again.

I don't believe that you can stand up this time? A dragon old man, why are you always stealing the show?

The protagonist is not you, but your boss, the giant saint, and you are still here endlessly?

Of course, Mo Nan showed mercy and didn't kill the other party, but he couldn't escape with a serious injury.

This scene happened so quickly that the four figures standing not far away had no time to react.

When they reacted, the giant was already lying in a deep pit on the ground, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"Big tyrant! Human, you are so brave!"

The four rushed over and checked on the giant's condition.