"It's Zhou Chenghu, one of the Eight Immortals of Wanbao.

It is said that his strength ranks second among all the Eight Immortals.

It is widely rumored that although he is good at using swordsmanship, his most powerful one is a boxing technique called Tianlong Fist.

It is said that it is an ancient boxing technique. It is a magical boxing technique that was discovered by an ancient strong man after observing the battle of real dragons. It is astonishingly powerful."

When someone saw this, they couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

"Zhou Chenghu, one of the Eight Immortals, appeared.

It seems that in the end this important treasure will definitely fall into his hands.

Damn it, I didn’t expect that he happened to be near this burial pit.”

Some people even gritted their teeth, seemingly unwilling to do so.

They dared to take action against a strange and powerful person like Chen Shaojun, but they would never dare to take action against Zhou Chenghu, one of the Eight Immortals.

Not only because of the opponent's extraordinary and terrifying strength, but also because of the power the opponent controlled in the burial pit.

Because this area is close to, and even belongs to the mining area occupied by Zhou Chenghu, there are actually the most people on site who belong to his subordinates.

Naturally, the power they control is strong. Even if they want to fish in troubled waters, it is simply impossible to do so.

Once he takes care of this strange and powerful man, the important treasure will inevitably fall into his hands.

When the time comes, who will have the ability to seize the important treasure from his hands?

Spear King Wang Lin, the leader of the Eight Immortals of Wanbao?

Even if he rushed over at this moment, it would still be at least half an hour later. By then, everything would be too late.

"Wang Protector, what should we do next?"

Next to Wang Muzhi, several warriors who came with him quickly looked at him anxiously, hoping that he could come up with an idea.

"Just wait and see.

Without Uncle Wang Lin, there is nothing we can do."

Wang Mu said with a serious face.

"Can we just watch helplessly as that important treasure falls into Zhou Chenghu's hands?"

Although a simple peace is maintained among the Eight Immortals of Wanbao, there are always many conflicts between them, especially among the subordinates, the secret fights and killings are actually very fierce.

As the subordinates of Gun King Wang Lin, they naturally did not want to see that important treasure falling into Zhou Chenghu's hands.

"Wait, then.

This man's strength is not that simple.

It was not easy for Zhou Chenghu to snatch food from his hands.

You may even suffer a big loss."

Wang Muzhi said in a serious tone.

"Is he really that strong?"

The subordinates felt that they could not help but be speechless.

"Fairy Hanyan, do you think Clan Master Zhou can decide the outcome within a few moves?"

On the other side, there were two people with the aura coming out of the dust, standing on a hilltop, looking at the scene below from a distance.

It was Zhuang Hanyan, the saint of Yaochi Immortal Sect, and Yan Shuangjie, senior brother of Qingyun Sect, who came with Zhou Chenghu.

After the two approached, they did not participate immediately, but looked at the scene below with interest.

They are all practitioners of immortality. They consider themselves superior to others and have always been somewhat disdainful of the fights between warriors.

As for the heavy treasures, they were only interested in the treasures of the Immortal Family. As for the magical weapons of martial arts, they were not too concerned about them. Since they were not sure whether it was the magical weapons of martial arts or the treasures of the Immortal Family that appeared this time, they

Naturally, I would not participate rashly.

"Zhou Clan Master's strength has long reached the peak of the sixth level of the Xiantian Realm.

The Tianlong Fist he has mastered is an ancient boxing technique that has been around for a long time. It is so powerful that it can fight across borders.

Therefore, his strength is actually comparable to those at the seventh level or above of the Xiantian Realm.

As for the other person.

I can’t tell about his strength. He should have mastered a top-level concealment technique, but judging from the aura he displays, he should also have the strength of the third or even fourth level of the Xiantian realm..."

Zhuang Hanyan frowned, and then said in a cold voice.

"not at all.

This person only has the first level of martial arts realm in the Xiantian realm.

In addition, there should be some secrets about him.

However, with my delusion-breaking eyes, I can only see through his strength in martial arts, but as for more, it is unsustainable."

Yan Shuangjie continued her words and said.

"If I guessed correctly, it should be mental power.

His mental power is extremely strong, far beyond that of ordinary people, and he has reached the point where he can reach out, interfere with reality, and take things from the void."

As Zhuang Hanyan spoke, he frowned and continued: "A strong martial artist has such strong mental power... It's a pity that if this person had practiced immortality at the beginning, his achievements would definitely be worse.

Much higher now.

His Taoist cultivation qualifications may be much stronger than yours and mine."

Zhuang Hanyan has a special physique, and his power of perception is also not weak.

Although she couldn't see through Chen Shaojun's martial arts realm, she could sense the horror of his mental power, so she felt a little regretful. She lamented that a Taoist genius had taken the wrong path and had limited achievements, so he couldn't truly show off his uniqueness.

Talented style.

"His mental strength is truly extraordinary."

Yan Shuangjie nodded and quickly noticed this.

"So, although this person's martial arts level is far inferior to that of Clan Master Zhou, with the help of his spiritual power, he is not helpless in fighting back.

Therefore, he should be able to withstand three attacks in the hands of Sect Leader Zhou."

Therefore, Zhuang Hanyan quickly made a judgment.

"Three moves?

I guess it's a trick."

Yan Shuangjie answered quickly, his eyes twinkling.

Heavy treasure, who doesn’t want it?

Even if what Chen Shaojun is holding is a martial arts magic weapon, it is definitely worth a lot of money, enough to make him befriend some great masters of the Ling Gang Realm and even the Martial Saints of the Shenxuan Realm.

And if that important treasure is a magic weapon from the Immortal Family...

He was suddenly ready to make a move.

If the treasure fell into Zhou Chenghu's hands, it would be more practical if it fell into his own hands.

So he planned to take action at the critical moment.

"die!"

Zhou Chenghu sneered and punched out, a terrifying punch mark had already penetrated his body.

And below, in addition to Chen Shaojun, there are two warriors who are within the scope of the fist seal.

But Zhou Chenghu had no scruples. As soon as this fist seal, which could overwhelm everything, fell, the air immediately made a roaring sound. The surrounding weeds were squeezed by the terrifying momentum and clung to the ground crazily.

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Chen Shaojun snorted coldly, opened his palm slightly, flexed and stretched his five fingers, seemingly slowly, but in fact, he shot slowly as if it was extremely fast.

When this palm print was taken, the void seemed to be stagnant. A huge palm print that was completely condensed with innate true liquid formed a line in an instant, and then hit the fist.

Buddha's Palm!

The sixth posture, Buddha's light shines everywhere!

boom!

Palm prints and fist prints collided with each other.

Due to the collision of these two martial arts, the air made a shrill and harsh explosion sound.

Terrible forces collided together.

At the same time as the hot breath dissipated, the sky brightened, and everyone felt a stinging pain between their eye masks, followed by darkness.

Some warriors with lower strength who were close by even screamed and covered their eyes.
To be continued...