Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

On the outskirts of Bailu City, Yelang Village.

This flea-level force that used to intercept passers-by had an uninvited guest today.

This man has been killing people since he came up the mountain.

Ask a question.

Kill someone.

"Who are you? How did everyone in our Wild Wolf Village offend you?"

Zheng Dabiing, the head of Yelang Village, looked at this man in fear.

He doesn't even know why.

A man in a black cloak stood in the center of the Wild Wolf Village. Bodies lay scattered around him. The ground was soaked with blood, and the pungent smell of blood enveloped the entire village.

"Have you seen my junior brother? The last aura I sensed was near here."

The cloaked man casually broke the neck of the bandit from Wild Wolf Village he was holding, and looked at

"Who exactly is Junior Brother You?!"

Zheng Dabing is going crazy.

Those who were killed were all his brothers, beloved relatives and friends.

He now regrets extremely why he didn't follow and surrender when Ding Jiu's family next door was conquered. He only wanted to laugh at others who wanted to go to the city to be a dog for others, but he didn't expect that the dog was not dead yet, and he, the free king outside, was going to die first.

This world is too chaotic.

Without the absolute guarantee of force, the so-called pure land is nothing but a joke.

Any madman can smash your pure land to pieces.

Many people don’t understand this truth and think that if you hide well, no one will care about you. Zheng Dabiang used to think so too, but now he understands that troubled times are troubled times, and there is no such thing as a pure land. Those Kuhaha who have nothing to do with the world have already hid in the mountains to be self-sufficient, but what’s the result? Gang members, bandits, and bandits will still come to their homes and steal their food, wives, and children.

There is no way to survive.

If you are weak, you will be trampled on.

Zheng Dabian only understands this truth now. Hundreds of lives in his village taught him this.

"Didn't I say that?"

The cloaked man was a little unhappy.

He remembered that he clearly said that.

Now that he has said it, why is the person in front of him still hiding it from him?

It was obvious that he was bullying because he was not very smart, and he had never been merciless to those who wanted to bully him.

"You just want to lie to me."

? ? ?

A row of question marks appeared on Zheng Dabing's head. He didn't know what was going on in this guy's head just now, but the next moment he knew his result.

The cloaked man's figure flashed, and before Zheng Dabi could react, he felt his neck tighten and he was also lifted up.

He was extremely familiar with this scene. This was how the brothers who resisted were strangled to death by this man.

The feeling of lack of oxygen rushed to my head.

Zheng Dabian kicked his legs frantically, clasping the other person's arms with both hands, trying to break away the fingers that were strangling his neck. It's a pity that the opponent's hand is like an iron hoop, no matter how hard he tries, he can't break it.

"Isn't there anyone in your heaven who has a right mind?"

A rickety old man appeared behind the cloaked man, and his voice appeared suddenly, as if he appeared out of thin air. This man was the old man on the bamboo raft that Wu Chong had met once before, and he was also the ferryman from Huangquan who had dealt with Jun Tiansheng.

"You have the aura of my junior brother in you."

The man in the cloak easily broke Zheng Dabi's neck with a force and then threw him out like trash.

The flea-level force Wild Wolf Village.

Gone.

Therefore, copycats are risky and you need to be cautious when entering the industry.

"Have you met him?"

"If you are too close to pollutants, you will lose something. This is why we in Huangquan reject you."

The old man on the ferry did not answer the cloaked man's question, but said meaningfully.

"Forget it, I'll catch you and ask you more questions."

The cloaked man lost his patience.

His figure flashed, like a bat, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the old man.

"A very powerful spiritual creature, but that's not enough."

The old man on the ferry stood up straight, and his originally rickety and dry body suddenly swelled. Like King Kong, his whole body suddenly grew taller several times, his muscles bursting through his clothes, and he exuded a wild and domineering aura. He actually punched him without retreating or giving in.

Bang! !

The two quickly exchanged dozens of blows in the air, and then quickly separated.

"What a disgusting smell, hell's dog."

The cloaked man showed his face, and his voice lost the stupidity before, as if he was a different person.

"Did Heaven send you to die this time?"

The old man on the ferry seemed to have returned to his youth, walking slowly towards the cloaked man, and the aura on his body became stronger with every step he took. The ferryman didn't know what kind of power he had. Whether it was the style or the habit of taking action, it was different from before.

"Jun Tianqi, Jun Tiansheng, who was killed by you, is my brother."

Jun Tianqi dodged again.

The cloak on his body was a little weird, making his movements erratic and impossible for ordinary people to catch. In the eyes of warriors who do not break through the realm, he is just like teleporting.

"I heard that you have three hundred clones. Which one is the real you?"

Jun Tianqi's figure flashed and suddenly appeared behind the old man Ferryman. He didn't know when there was a dagger in his hand.

The smell of the dagger was exactly the same as the robe he was wearing.

Ding!

The old man's body was as indestructible as a diamond. After the dagger passed through his throat, it made the sound of gold and iron clashing.

"Are you tickling me?"

The old man's palm quickly counterattacked, grabbing the opponent's arm and pulling gently.

A "tearing" sound was heard, and Jun Tianqi's arm was torn into two pieces like squid shreds.

"It's a tough rock to crack."

Jun Tianqi, who had lost his arm, seemed not to be affected. His figure flashed a few times and appeared on the edge of the Wild Wolf Village.

"I hope you can always stay in Bailu City."

Gray mist spread from the broken arm, and soon, a brand new arm grew out.

There is no normal immortal in this world.

The internal health-preserving skills that were used to restore injuries have become the standard equipment of the immortals in this world after being mutated by pollution and transformed by the Human Emperor.

"If you reach out again, I'll cut you off."

The old man Ferry did not pursue him. His speed was a little slower than Jun Tianqi.

"I'll see you again, but it won't be so easy next time. Old guy!"

Jun Tianqi's figure flashed.

After saying the harsh words, he ran away without any hesitation. This guy was extremely fast, and he disappeared in a few flashes.

"Looking at it like this, it's probably going to take action soon. I don't know what the arrangements are for the young lady."

The old man's body shriveled up quickly, and returned to the frail appearance before.

The fog rises and waits until it fades away again.

The old man on the ferry also disappeared, leaving only dead bodies on the ground. The wind blew by, and you could vaguely hear the wails of the wronged souls in Yelang Village.