As a result, the palm wind hit the iron cloth warrior. It only made the iron cloth warrior step back three steps without causing any damage. Hu Fei was so scared that he felt incredible. He could not hurt the opponent with a full blow.

"You are too weak." The iron cloth warrior said with a gloomy smile. His expression was even more ferocious, especially his blood red eyes, which seemed to capture people's soul. Hu Fei was so scared that he did not dare to look at each other.

Hu Fei retreated two steps and yelled: "run quickly. He's possessed and wants to kill." While shouting, Hu Fei ran out. At this time, Hu Fei didn't care so much. Let's run for his life first. As for the consequences, it's important to protect his life.

The rich are scared to pee and run while swearing, but there is only one entrance and exit in the underground arena, which can only accommodate one person at a time.

The warrior in the iron cloth shirt looks up to the sky and laughs. There are ripples in the air around him, which spread to all sides and violently impact the rich. More than ten people were stunned on the spot. Even Hu Fei, who is more powerful, can't resist.

Su Yang, who had been watching, said in a deep voice: "Zihua, this man is an evil devil. He is practicing evil skills. Now I'm going to destroy him. You stay here."

"Heart Du Zihua looks at Su Yang anxiously. Even Hu Fei, who is on the top of Huang level, can't hurt the other side with a single blow, which is enough to show that the other side is very strong, and may even be a warrior of Xuan level.

Su Yang fell on the opposite side of the iron cloth warrior and said in a cold voice, "in order to improve your cultivation and cultivate evil skills, you will lose your foundation and become possessed. I feel sad for you."

"What are you that dare to preach to me?" The warrior in the iron cloth shirt yelled wildly, looking at Su Yang with disdain in his eyes. After he became possessed, he thought he was the number one in the world. He didn't like anyone. Even Hu Fei dared to beat him, let alone other people.

"There is no cure for you." Su Yang said in a deep voice. His fingers were moving faster in the void. Several Vajra fingers hit the body of the iron cloth shirt almost at the same time, and a crisp metal crash broke out.

The warrior in the iron cloth shirt suddenly tore his coat, revealing his steel like muscles. There were several depressions, about half an inch deep, where he was hit by the diamond finger just now.

With the sound of a storm, the dents on the body of the warrior in the iron cloth shirt disappeared quickly, and the metal luster of the body became more obvious. This is the performance of the iron cloth shirt's cultivation to a very high level. The copper skin, iron bone, and the knife are not in the way.

"I have some skills. I can force my strength up to Xuan level, but you've only reached Xuan level for a while. You're not really a Xuan level warrior." Su Yang claps his backhand on the chest of the warrior in the iron cloth shirt. It seems that the action is gentle, but when Su Yang raises his hand, there is a clear palm print on his chest.

The iron cloth warrior once again used his kung fu to eliminate the palm print and said with pride, "even if you use a grenade, you can't hurt me. Your attack at this level can only be regarded as a scratch. It doesn't mean anything at all."

"Give me a punch." With a piercing roar, the air nearby was stirred by the speed of the fist, forming a strong wind, tearing all the seats around, just like a tornado.

The golden light on Su Yang's body twinkles, and a big golden bell appears. All the warriors in the iron cloth shirt hit the golden bell cover, and the golden light twinkles, abruptly flicking their fists away.