The Mighty Little Shennong

The game went on without a break.

There are only more than 300 players from more than 100 countries and sects.

The fighting time of each pair of players is not long, and the winner is often determined in a few seconds.

So, the game is also very exciting.

"Look, the procrastination has come to power."

Ma Rufei shouted.

As expected, Tuo Ri flew into the ring with a single leap.

Standing proudly like a mountain.

The momentum is terrifying to the extreme.

His opponent is the super genius of the White Swan Country, named Qisiyev.

It is also very tall and full of momentum.

"Qi Siyev is a super genius of the Flame Gate of the White Swan Kingdom. He is only 17 years old. He has cultivated to the Liquefied Realm and achieved great success. It is said that he has the strength to beat the Jindan cultivator by leaps and bounds. He is one of the seed players. The two have a battle, absolutely Wonderful." Li Taiqing did a detailed study, and Menerqing explained it on the side.

"Eat my punch..."

Zisyev shouted suddenly, he stomped on the ground fiercely, only to hear a loud snap, he shot out like a cannonball, making a sound of piercing the space, his right arm suddenly turned, and his whole body was pierced. All the strength of his right hand converged, and a crazy punch slammed into Tori's chest.

"Ugh..."

The space seemed to collapse with a super loud sound.

The murderous aura is like the river of Taotao, rushing out wildly.

Impressive.

"Eat my finger..."

Tori grinned and shouted, he stepped out, the ground shook, and the arena was shaking.

His arm like a big tree slammed forward, and one of his fingers suddenly swelled, turning into a sharp awl.

"laugh……"

The sound was harsh, almost not breaking the eardrums of everyone below the ring.

Everyone was secretly shocked.

This guy even used a finger to deal with Zisyev's fist.

Aren't you afraid your fingers will be shattered by that terrifying fist?

Qisyev was also furious. How powerful is he, when has he been so despised by others?

It was even more frantic and slammed his fist like a mountain on the top.

In an instant, Tuo Ri's fingers and Zisyev's fist bombarded together.

"Crack..."

Broken voices sounded.

Something is broken.

"It must have been a broken phalanx that dragged the sun."

Almost everyone muttered like this in their hearts.

"what……"

And the shrill screams sounded immediately.

However, it was not sent by the sun, but Zisyev.

Blood is also spraying.

Extraordinarily red.

Everyone was surprised and looked carefully.

Tuo Ri's finger was unscathed, like a super powerful magic weapon, deeply inserted into Qisyev's fist, until it reached the root!

Zisyev's fist naturally broke a deep cave, and the bones were shattered.

"what……"

Zisyev screamed and stepped back quickly.

A look of horror and disbelief.

"Where to escape?"

Tori shouted and took a quick step again, crossing the space between them, as if moving in an instant, the speed was too fast to describe with pen and ink.

And his fingers pointed out again.

In the blink of an eye, it clicked on Ziseyev's chest.

And it's the heart.

A suit of armor quickly surfaced out of Ziseyev's body.

blocked this finger.

However, Zisyev still seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

"what……"

His facial features were bleeding, and the man could no longer be stabilized, and was hit by a terrifying force and flew upside down.

It tumbled and flew out of the ring, and then smashed under the ring like a dead dog.

Can't even get up.

Looking closely, you can see that there is a deep depression on his armor, and there are cracks around it.

"It's not bad for me to give two fingers."

Tori stood proudly on the stage with a contemptuous voice in his mouth.

"hiss……"

Almost all the monks in the audience gasped, shocked to the extreme.

At this time, they realized the horror of dragging the sun, and they deeply understood the power of the Tianwumen cultivator's body refining.

And such a finger can shatter Qisiyev's fist and inferior armor. What is the strength?

How hard are his fingers?

Even the three Doubi couldn't speak, and their faces changed greatly, because they felt that it might be difficult for even Yang Xiong to defeat Tuori. Such strength and speed are too terrifying.

Yang Xiong's eyes shot a fiery light, a fighting intent rose in his heart, and he murmured: "Finally, there is a master of the same level who can stand a fight, I must defeat you later, let You know how good my Yang Xiong is."

Zhang Bin's face also showed admiration. Of course, he admired Yang Xiong. His brother-in-law was born with a strong mentality and was not afraid of any strong enemy.

After this World Powerhouse Competition, it is estimated that he will be able to step into the Golden Core Realm.

"Tori mighty..."

"Tori, you are invincible in the world, sweeping everything."

"Tori is the champion, crushing all opponents."

"..."

All the cultivators from the Tianwu Sect let out an incomparably insane and incomparably frenzied shout.

The monks of the White Swan Country were extremely angry, and their faces became ugly.

The game continues.

More than 30 pairs of opponents came to the stage to fight, which was very exciting.

Finally, it was Yang Xiong's turn, and his opponent turned out to be a disciple of Tianwu Sect.

His name is Ba Heng, he is 21 years old, and he is also tall and sturdy, as if cast out of metal.

Standing on the stage is like an iron mountain.

Although Yang Xiong looks burly, but his face is still childish, he looks like a child.

As soon as the two came to power, the big screen also displayed their information.

Yang Xiong, 11 years old, a disciple of Taiqingmen in Huaguo.

Many monks in the audience were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

It's absurd to be an 11-year-old kid.

In previous world powerhouse competitions, although there have been some young players.

But the youngest is also 15 years old, which is already shocking.

Bathed in the eyes of unknown people, Ba Heng and Yang Xiong held each other on the stage.

"Hahaha... boy, are you only 11 years old? Are you still breastfeeding?"

Ba Heng couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Milk? Hahaha..."

Many monks in the audience laughed strangely, laughing to and fro, laughing backwards and forwards.

In particular, the Tianwumen cultivator laughed even louder. Some people even laughed and shouted.

"Boy, your mother told you to go back to breastfeeding."

"Silly boy, wait for you to use up your milk strength."

"Silly big man, this is not a place to eat milk, you have come to the wrong place."

"..."

Yang Xiong didn't even know that people were laughing at him. He said seriously: "I was weaned when I was five years old. I won't lie to you. Now I only drink milk."

Everyone was stunned, and then laughed wildly again.

Laughed a little bit.

The three Doubi and Zhang Bin are also completely speechless, why is this silly boy so stupid again?

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