Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Like a giant spirit god, and like a titan!

Ye Fan looked at the burly and tall Taoist priest with four eyes, and smacked his tongue: "Is this the magic fighting technique?"

No one answered him, only a bang, the four-eyed Taoist priest ran rampant like a crab, galloped forward, and the ground shook every time he landed.

The Taoist priest with four eyes walked up to the bronze armored corpse, without saying a word, he raised his fist and hammered it.

"Om!"

The air vibrated and hummed continuously.

The bronze-armored corpse was punched by the four-eyed Taoist priest, causing sparks to fly in the head, and then the four-eyed Taoist priest punched the copper-armored corpse's heart again.

"Oh!"

The bronze-armored corpse flew across dozens of meters away like a piece of paper, and fell heavily to the ground. The ground was smashed into a big hole, and there were cracks like spiders.

The four-eyed Taoist priest rushed forward, punching punch after punch on the bronze armored corpse.

"Bang bang bang!"

The smashed body of the bronze armored corpse trembled and curled up on the ground, unable to fight back at all.

Chapter 117 Favored by the patriarch, the god fight fails!

"A mere bronze-armored corpse dares to cause trouble in the world!" An old voice came from the throat of the four-eyed Taoist priest. This voice was full of majesty and made people's hearts sway.

Hearing this voice, Daoist Qianhe hurriedly knelt down and said, "Greetings to Patriarch!"

Master Yixiu also hurriedly bent down: "I have seen the senior!"

The Taoist priest with four eyes glanced over, ignored Yixiu and Qianhe, but concentrated his eyes on Ye Fan.

There was surprise in his eyes, and he said: "Who are you? You have such a strong vitality at such an age, hey, you are almost a half-step innate warrior!"

Ye Fan knew that it was not the four-eyed Taoist who spoke, but the Maoshan Patriarch who borrowed the body of the four-eyed Taoist to speak!

"Boy Ye Fan, a practitioner of martial arts!" Ye Fan clasped his fists and said without holding back.

"I see. No wonder the energy and blood are so strong. You are the most talented warrior I have ever seen. Seeing that you are destined to be my disciple of Maoshan, are you interested in being my disciple?"

The four-eyed Taoist looked at Ye Fan with a smile, as if he was sure of everything.

Ye Fan's face was dark, you have hung up for so many years, and you still want to take me as an apprentice, how do you teach me?

"Ahem! Senior has won the award, and the boy has a firm heart in martial arts, and has no plans to change his family." Ye Fan coughed lightly and forced a smile.

"That's all! I'll take care of this bronze armored corpse today!"

After the words fell, the Taoist priest with four eyes stepped out, and the ground shook again, grabbing the shoulder of the bronze armored corpse, as if holding a piece of paper.

"boom!"

Someone threw the bronze armored corpse into the air and knocked it to the ground.

The four-eyed priest slowly moved forward, but at this moment, he stepped on a sharp piece of porcelain under his feet.

"Pfft!"

"hiss!"

The four-eyed priest was like a punctured inflatable doll, which began to leak air, and his burly body shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the four-eyed priest's body returned to its original size, and he also woke up.

Jumping with his feet in his arms, he kept yelling in pain: "It hurts me to death."

The four-eyed Taoist pulled out the fragments of the soles of the feet, and then continued to perform the magic strike, but no matter what, he couldn't invite the patriarch to his upper body.

The bronze-armored corpse looked at the four-eyed Taoist priest who was jumping, spewed out Yin Qi, bent his feet, jumped over, grabbed the four-eyed Taoist priest, and moved his arms, like a windmill, knocking the four-eyed Taoist priest to the ground .

"Ah! It hurts me to death. Who on earth threw the broken porcelain here and let me step on it?"

The four-eyed Taoist priest cursed and was very depressed. He finally asked the patriarch to go up, but he was discouraged by a piece of broken porcelain, so he asked you if you were angry?

Ye Fan walked around the crowd, shaking his head and laughing, in the end he didn't want to do it himself.

"Retire and leave it to me!"

Everyone retreated one after another, Daoist Simu, Daoist Qianhe and Master Yixiu all blushed. The three of them couldn't solve a bronze armored corpse. It would be embarrassing for Jill to speak out.

The bronze armored corpse looked at Ye Fan and said angrily: "It's you again, today I will suck your blood dry, and then I will crush your bones and turn you into ashes."

With a bang, the bronze-armored corpse stomped its feet on the ground, jumped suddenly, and rose into the air, flying across more than 50 meters.

The palms with nails that were as sharp as blades poked directly at Ye Fan, the power was so terrifying that it tore the air apart.

This is a pair of palms that can pierce steel. Ye Fan's footsteps moved slightly, his body moved away, and the palm of the bronze armored corpse pierced the wall behind him.

Click!

The wall was instantly covered with cracks, followed by a muffled bang, and the wall was torn apart.

Chapter 118: Sword Qi Soars to the Sky, Blood Flows Like a River!

"boom!"

Ye Fan took advantage of the situation and punched the bronze armor corpse's chest.