Super King of Soldiers in the City

"Haha, it seems that Brother Jing is the strongest."

"Of course, Brother Jing is one of the few geniuses here, and he will definitely be invited by the big sect."

"Yes, Brother Jing is not only strong here, even in those Dao formations, his performance is very enchanting."

Following the attempts of those cultivators, the surrounding cultivators couldn't help but talk, and laughed from time to time.

Those monks who tried to beat the drums, after hearing these words, even though they were already at the peak of the Immortal Venerable, they were also somewhat ashamed and shameless, and quickly left.

It would not be too shameful if they hadn't ringed the ring seven times without that Senior Brother Jing Zhuyu, even if they just ringed it two or three times.

But there was Brother Jing Zhuyu in front, which was different, and everyone seemed to be the foil of others.

Therefore, many monks who still wanted to try, after hearing those ridicules, immediately did not dare to try again.

Even if the cultivation base reaches the peak of the Immortal Venerable, it is still a matter of saving face. If you lose face here, you won't be able to raise your head in the future.

Wang Fan waited for a long time and saw that no one came forward to try. He couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the drum.

In his opinion, the opinions of others are nothing at all, as long as one's Dao heart is strong enough.

If he wants to try, no matter how many times he can ring, whether he will be ridiculed by others, he won't care.

Wang Fan's walk out quickly attracted the attention of all the monks.

They all looked at Wang Fan dumbfounded, as if they were looking at an idiot.

Is this guy being humiliated by the door?

With Senior Brother Jing Zhuyu in front, he even dared to try, his courage is commendable!

"Haha, there is another shame."

"Hey, with Senior Brother Jing Zhuyu in front, he even dared to try, this guy is so courageous."

"Dear fellow daoists, guess how many times can he ring?"

"I guess at most three times."

"Three times? Haha, I guess at most twice."

"Huh, maybe they can only ring once."

There were waves of sarcasm and disdain, and if it were to be replaced by another monk with unstable Taoism, I am afraid that he would already be blushing with shame before he knocks.

However, Wang Fan didn't care about the sarcasm of those people at all. His expression was as calm and calm as before, as if those people said it was not him.

Soon, Wang Fan was already in front of the skin drum, he took a deep breath, his right fist was instantly clenched, and then he blasted out!

"Boom!"

With a loud noise resounding through the valley, Wang Fan only felt that a mighty coercion was coming, and along with that coercion, there was also a terrifying sound wave.

The coercion was so powerful that it agitated on Wang Fan's body in an instant. At this moment, he unexpectedly had an illusion, as if his fist was blasting on himself.

It's just that these coercive and sonic shocks are far from affecting Wang Fan, let alone making him shrink.

He closed his eyes and began to carefully comprehend the sonic wave, because he felt that the sonic wave was very strange, it seemed like a sonic martial art.

After seeing Wang Fan beating once, the cultivators on the crowd closed their eyes and stopped beating, which was also a little bit astonished.

But soon, they heard the sneer again.

"What is he doing?"

"Huh, pretending to be a fool!"

"This guy, won't it really only be able to ring once, right?"

Those monks talked unscrupulously and didn't even know what Wang Fan was doing.

However, almost as soon as their words fell, Wang Fan had already raised his fist again and blasted the past fiercely.

"Boom!"

There was another low and loud noise, and in an instant, a loud and violent coercion surged towards Wang Fan.

Under the pressure, Wang Fan went hunting in clothes, but he didn't take a step back, and his expression didn't change much.

After a while, he punched again and bombarded fiercely.

This time, instead of one punch and one punch, he blasted five punches in one breath.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

A series of five loud noises that stirred people's hearts reverberated, and in an instant, the sound waves were overwhelming.

Some monks who were closer, their expressions suddenly changed, and with a sneer, several mouthfuls of blood spewed out.

The monks who reacted quickly retreated far away.

They stared at Wang Fan in shock, with incredible expressions in their eyes.

Because of this leather drum, the more times it strikes, the more terrifying its power.

It was the first time that they saw a monk who sounded five times in one breath.

What made them even more incredible was that Wang Fan didn't even respond under the terror of the sound waves and coercion, and he just stood there calmly, motionless.

It took a long while, when the sound wave was about to disappear, Wang Fan slowly raised his hand, and then blasted another punch in the horrified eyes of everyone.

"Boom!"

This punch fell, and in an instant, the voice shook the world.

The terrifying sound waves and coercion spread like a tide, and they are several times more terrifying than the previous seven sounds.

"Eight, eight ringing?"

"How is this possible?"

"abnormal!"

At this moment, everyone's complexion changed and became extremely shocked.

This monk, whom they had not seen before, rang eight times in one breath, which was simply terrifying.

The most important thing is that looking at what others are doing, there is obviously more energy left and you can continue to percuss.

However, just when everyone thought that Wang Fan would ring again for the ninth time, Wang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were extremely bright and extremely hot.

"I understand, I understand." He murmured, did not continue to beat the drum, but flashed his body and left.

Seeing this scene, all the monks were stunned.

They didn't understand why Wang Fan didn't knock.

You know, this leather drum can be beaten seven times, it is already as difficult as the sky.

And those who can ring eight times are even the tianjiao among the arrogances, the evildoers among the evildoers.

As for Jiuxiang, apart from those few peerless arrogances, no one has ever done it.

As for the higher ten sounds, there is only one person in the legend who has done it, and now, that person has already become the great emperor.

The senior brother Jing looked at Wang Fan's back, his face also a little ugly.

He did not expect that such an amazing monk would appear after he beat the drum.

In his opinion, Wang Fan did this deliberately.

Otherwise, why didn't Wang Fan give up after the seventh or sixth sound, but just gave up after the eighth sound? This is not deliberately hitting him in the face, what is it?

Wang Fan naturally didn't know the thoughts of Senior Brother Jing and those monks. At this time, he had come to an area with few people and began to comprehend.

Through the previous percussion, he has determined that it is definitely an extremely terrifying sonic martial art.

And what he needs to do now is to understand the sentiment that the previous eight punches have brought him, and then strike again.

Wang Fan’s sentiment took only a few days.

In these few days, no one has bothered him.

However, many monks knew that there was another evildoer here.