Chapter 92: Just leave and think about it?(1/2)
This middle-aged man is extremely fast.
A distance of 1,000 meters can be reached in the blink of an eye.
Obviously, his strength is not low.
"Huh? Look, isn't that guy Ji Yuxuan?"
"Strange, didn't he leave the Black Demon Ridge? When did he come back?"
"I don't know, maybe he could smell some big baby again."
"After all, with his nose that is hundreds of times more sensitive than a dog, it's not impossible."
As the middle-aged man appeared, all the monks around him watched and talked a lot.
"That kid is going to be unlucky. It is said that Ji Yuxuan's strength has long broken through the fourth level of Zhiyuan Palace."
"Haha, I deserve it! I dared to enter the Black Demon Ridge at a young age. I really don't know who gave him the courage."
After watching Ji Yuxuan, the monks then turned their gaze to Shu Xiaofeng.
after all.
As Ji Yuxuan's opponent, it is difficult for him to be ignored.
"Boy, hand over the treasure in your hand and spare you."
Middle-aged man Ji Yuxuan looked directly at Shu Xiaofeng and spoke in a commanding tone.
"I stole your baby?"
Shu Xiaofeng asked back.
"You can't steal my baby."
Ji Yuxuan shrugged and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't say anything about him/mother's nonsense, I'll repeat it and hand over the treasure in your hand!"
"What if I don't give it?"
Shu Xiaofeng shook his head and replied lightly.
If Shu Xiaofeng guessed the treasure that the other party said was good, it should be the magic dragon.
As a descendant of the ancient race, the Demon Dragon has the possibility of reaching the supreme divine realm in the later stage.
How could such a strange thing be given to others?
"If you don't pay, there's only a dead end."
Ji Yuxuan said in a cold voice.
"I advise you to be more tactful."
"After all, there are not a hundred monks who die at my hands, and there are ninety-nine."
Ji Yuxuan spread his hands and said confidently.
"Sorry, your number is not enough."
"There are not a thousand powerful factions who die at my hands, but nine hundred and ninety-nine."
Shu Xiaofeng retorted.
"Haha, who can't brag?"
Ji Yuxuan didn't care.
In his opinion, Shu Xiaofeng is young, how great can he be?
And even if it is true, the opponent's strength will definitely not be much higher.
No matter how many of this kind of strength is, what's the use?
"hehe."
"If you want to do it, hurry up, it won't be overdue."
Shu Xiaofeng was too lazy to talk too much nonsense and said lightly.
"Gaga, I'm young and quite unique."
"But it's a pity. If you are so ignorant, don't blame me."
With a deep shout, Ji Yuxuan's spiritual power swept through and rushed out in an instant.
A terrible wave of spiritual power was condensed on his palm.
"Haha, die!"
When he arrived in front of Shu Xiaofeng, Ji Yuxuan shouted loudly and then slammed out with a palm.
Shu Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes slightly, then he pointed out his finger and spit out a word from his mouth: "Get out!"
"Dong!"
With a dull sound, a figure was shaken away.
Along the way, a large mouthful of blood was spewed out.
"What?"
"This...how is this possible?"
Seeing the monk flying backwards, the monks around him made incredible screams.
because.
The monk who flew backward was nothing but Ji Yuxuan!
"you……"
"how so?"
"Your strength?"
Ji Yuxuan's face suddenly sank, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Now, do you believe I'm not bragging anymore?"
Shu Xiaofeng stepped forward step by step, with murderous aura emerging in his eyes.
"believe!"
"Absolutely believe it!"
Ji Yuxuan lowered his head, as if regretting.
But when Shu Xiaofeng arrived less than ten meters away, he suddenly raised his head suddenly, and his face showed an extremely ferocious expression.
"Nine-July Thunder Dragon Claws!"
With a loud shout, Ji Yuxuan used a claw as fast as possible.
This claw hit Shu Xiaofeng's heart and left.
His speed is extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, he landed his claws on Shu Xiaofeng's heart.
"Haha, no matter how powerful you are, so what?"
"In terms of experience and wisdom, how can you compare with me?"
After succeeding, Ji Yuxuan laughed out loud.
However.
The expected blood sputtered out, but did not appear.
Even Ji Yuxuan's claws were just stuck on the surface.
No matter how hard he tries, he just can't make even an inch more.
"What? This..."
Ji Yuxuan's face turned blue and white.
Such a scene was something he had never imagined.
"Jumping clown."
Shaking his head, Shu Xiaofeng raised his hand and slapped it out.
Ji Yuxuan soared in the air for a few times before landing in a mess.
Seeing this scene, the monks around him became stunned again.
You must know.
That's Ji Yuxuan.
Black Demon Ridge is famous and has the top five olfactory king Ji Yuxuan.
But now.
To be continued...