Meng Fansen did not expect that the devil he was not only an ancient martial arts practitioner, but also cultivated ancient martial arts practitioners. This was really terrifying to think about it carefully.

Every inch of the skin of the man with black cloak was covered with deadly poisons. Although his attack was full of loopholes, Xiao Yang did not dare to fight him head-on. As long as the skin touched him, he would die on the spot.

Xiao Yang retreated repeatedly.

"You guy is just delaying your death!"

The man in black cloak said coldly, his voice was like the shouts of a ghost coming from purgatory, which made everyone present feel furious.

If this continues, this guy will sooner or later lose his energy!

Xiao Yang realized something was wrong.

Although he could not attack the man with the black cloak, it did not mean that he had no choice.

He circulated the spiritual power in his body, and instantly the spiritual power gathered in his palm. The cyclone in his palm buzzed, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

Meng Fansen noticed the sound from Xiao Yang's palm in such a chaotic environment, and suddenly glared at him and said in surprise: "This guy is too..."

Xiao Yang flew out the cyclone in his hand.

The golden cyclone formed by spiritual power swirled through the air, shaking the air around it.

"What's this?"

The man in the black cloak realized that he was only a short distance from the cyclone. He stopped his body and said in surprise.

Bang bang!

Two cyclones hit the man with black cloak, with extraordinary strength.

With two loud noises, the man with a black cloak flew back several meters away and landed straight into the Meng family's yard.

A mouthful of thick black blood gushed out of the mouth of the man with black cloak. The black blood squirted to the ground, and immediately a strong white smoke rose. A stinking smell instantly spread in the air, causing everyone present to cover their mouths and noses with their hands, and a chill in their stomachs.

"Boy, I'm blaming myself for being careless and underestimating the enemy today, but I'll be back!"

Amid his loud laughter, the man in the black cloak threw two projectiles from his hand. Two "dongdong" sounds, like smoke bombs, and thick white smoke blocked everyone's sight.

When the smoke cleared, the man in the black cloak was gone.

Li Jiuzhang and others gathered together, and the panic expressions on their faces had not yet eased.

Meng Fansen walked straight to Xiao Yang, bowed and said, "This*, thanks to your help this time, otherwise my old bones would be..."

Xiao Yang hurriedly held Meng Fansen's hands.

Under such a critical situation just now, those who claimed to be masters of martial arts pushed Meng Fansen in front of him.

Meng Fansen did not retreat at all. But such a responsibility was enough to make Xiao Yang sure that Meng Fansen, a martial arts master, deserved his reputation and was definitely not a person who seeks fame!

"Mr. Meng, this is what I should do!"

Xiao Yang said humbly.

Zhao Changshu also walked to Xiao Yang at this time.

He narrowed his eyes, looking up and down at Xiao Yang like he was scrutinizing.

How could a martial arts master like him take Xiao Yang, who is a street stall, just now? He didn't notice Xiao Yang's existence at all.

But the current situation is very different from what just now.

"*, which genre are you from?"

Zhao Changshu asked.

school?

Xiao Yang scratched his head, but he didn't know what kind of genre there existed.
Chapter completed!