My brother is too strong

Yan Ba's expression was ferocious, with fierce eyes, like a vicious dog, he rushed towards Lu Shaoqing.

"I want to see how strong your physical body is!"

Yan Ba ​​roared, he didn't believe that someone's body was stronger than that of the saints.

Just as Xiao Yi guessed, Lu Shaoqing is indeed in a bad mood now.

Although he snatched a boundary-crossing disk, he still couldn't smooth out the unhappiness in his heart.

When master went to the demon world, he was afraid that something might go wrong.

But this was the master's decision, and he had to obey it.

Worry, there is always worry.

In a bad mood, the Mozu dared to jump out.

Do you really think you can beat Lu Shaoqing?

Facing Yan Ba ​​who was bombarded by a sharp shell, Lu Shaoqing stood still without avoiding it.

Slowly raised his fist, facing Yan Ba ​​fiercely.

"boom!"

The fists of the two collided, and an invisible, powerful wave of air burst out instantly, ruthlessly impacting the surroundings.

A sandstorm was set off on the flat ground, flying sand and rocks, and the surrounding trees were rattled, as if they were blown up by their roots.

The sound waves formed by the loud noise spread, and the lake water set off layers of waves, startling countless flying birds.

The figures of the two remained motionless, powerful forces were venting, and they were raging crazily.

Cracks first appeared on the ground under the two people's feet, and then the cracks expanded wildly, spreading behind them, swallowing everything on the ground, forming huge cracks.

With just one punch from the two of them, the ground under their feet was cracked and covered with countless cracks.

Yan Ba ​​had disbelief on his face, he couldn't believe this scene was real.

His punch contained almost all of his strength, and with one punch, the human Nascent Soul of the same level would also be smashed by his punch.

His punch can collapse a mountain, but in front of Lu Shaoqing, it has no effect?

What made him feel like he was dreaming even more was that he actually felt the pain from his fist.

What a joke.

He is a member of the Saint Clan, the brother-in-law of the Holy Master, and his practice is the best among the Saint Clan.

Among the saint clan, when it comes to Yan Ba's name, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?

Since his debut in cultivation, there have been eight thousand people who have died under his fists.

His pair of fists made a great reputation, making the enemy frightened.

Today, here, is there anyone who can resist his fist?

And it's still a human race, what are you kidding?

In the distance, at first, Cui Zhangwan saw that Lu Shaoqing was not dodging, and he stretched out his fist to confront Yan Ba ​​head-on.

He couldn't help but sneered, "Ignorant human race, court death!"

The environment of Han Xing is harsh, and every saint monk wants to survive in the harsh environment, he must first temper his body.

Only by tempering one's physical body until it is invincible can it be done.

The physical body of the human race will never be able to match that of the holy race.

Now a young human Nascent Soul cultivator dares to compete with the powerful Nascent Soul cultivator of the Holy Race.

In Cui Zhangwan's view, he was overthinking his own capabilities and seeking his own death.

There was a faint sneer on Cui Zhangwan's face, he was waiting, waiting for the scene where Lu Shaoqing's body was crushed by Yan Ba's punch.

However, at the next moment, the two fists collided, and after a loud noise.

Cui Zhangwan showed shock on his face, and couldn't believe that this scene was real.

"This"

After the astonishment passed, his face quickly darkened.

"This human race must die."

To be able to compete against the physical body of the saints must have practiced extremely high-level exercises.

If this method is taught, the advantages of the holy race will be wiped out by the human race.

The human race's spells are powerful, but their physical bodies are not as good.

Once this shortcoming is overcome, in future wars with the human race, the odds of the saint race will be pitifully low.

There was no expression on Lu Shaoqing's face, there was no expression on his face, Taiyan body training formula, this is the body training technique sold to him by the dead ghost brother.

According to the pissing nature of the little dead ghost, the lowest kung fu it gives is heaven level.

The things that the dead ghost brother gave are all good things.

Of course, he got it in exchange for spirit stones.

you get what you pay for.

Well worth the money.

Seeing Yan Ba's unbelievable expression, Lu Shaoqing sneered and said two words, "That's it?"

Yanba's face was quickly filled with blood, and his swarthy face turned purple.

The anger went straight to Yan Ba's forehead, devouring his few rationality.

"Go to hell!"

Yan Ba ​​roared angrily, just when he was about to punch Lu Shaoqing again.

Instead, Lu Shaoqing took the first step.

He punched heavily on Yan Ba's face.

The powerful force is like a heavy hammer smashing down.

Yan Ba ​​was caught off guard, and under the pain, he screamed, and his whole body flew upside down like a shell again, and hit a big tree a hundred meters away.

The thick trees were smashed to pieces and fell down, branches and leaves filled the sky, and smoke and dust flew.

Yan Ba's head was buzzing, if it wasn't because he was a demon with a strong body, Lu Shaoqing could have smashed his head with just this punch.

Yan Ba ​​shook his head, was a little dazed by the beating, and wanted to stand up, but Lu Shaoqing's figure had already killed him.

First, he kicked Yan Ba, who had just got up, and kicked him again against the tree trunk.

Then he rushed up, pressed Yan Ba ​​to the ground, and punched down one after another, each punch had a force of tens of millions of catties, hitting Yan Ba ​​fiercely.

Boom!

Boom!

Like a heavy hammer, every punch has a heavy and muffled pounding sound, and every punch hits, the earth has to shake once.

From time to time, Yan Ba ​​was picked up and hit the ground back and forth like a sandbag.

Punch after punch, Lu Shaoqing yelled as he shot, "Demon Race? Amazing, with a strong body?"

"Today, I will beat you to death with my fist, and let you know what is beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

Fierce and fierce, he punched Yan Ba ​​one after another. Seeing his appearance, he planned to beat Yan Ba ​​to death with his fists.

Several people around were shocked again.

Yu Ling's mouth opened slightly, she couldn't believe it, she knew that Lu Shaoqing was very strong, but she didn't expect Lu Shaoqing to be so strong.

He can actually overwhelm Yanba in terms of physical body and strength.

Punch after punch went on, shocking her heart.

This is not a cat or a dog of the Saint Clan, this is Yanba, the Nascent Soul of the Saint Clan, the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, and a well-known master among the Saint Clan.

Now here, he is being suppressed and beaten by a young race like Lu Shaoqing, and a human race weaker than him.

If it is passed back, the members of the Saint Race will surely drop their jaws in shock.

Xiao Yi shook her head secretly, muttering, "I've said it all, the second senior brother is very angry now, and he dares to provoke the second senior brother, isn't he courting death?"

Xiao Yi is full of confidence in Lu Shaoqing, they are only demons, and the second senior brother has plenty of ways to deal with them.

Xing Suo stood up, and he said to Cui Zhangwan, "Chief Guard, do you need me to take action?"