Chapter 81

Zheng Yuan now has five levels of cultivation, and his strength is equivalent to that of ancient Wuxuan.

However, he also has the bonus of hand of hell.

Therefore, his real strength is not weaker than that of the early guwu prefecture level.

Uncle Jian didn't understand this, so he thought that Zheng Yuan was already a strong man in guwu.

In the city, the strong at the prefecture level are absolutely rare.

Uncle Jian has been mixed up for so many years. So far, he has only seen two.

However, those two are old people over 50 years old.

Zheng Yuan is only in his twenties.

How did he practice so fast?

Is he a genius once in a century?

In addition to shock, uncle Jian is more unwilling now.

At this time, Zhao Keqi and Xie Zijun also noticed that the stone was broken.

They were puzzled: "why did the stone suddenly break?"

They didn't think about Zheng Yuan for the first time.

Uncle Jian really deserves to be an ancient martial arts expert who has been through a lot of storms. After taking a deep breath, he calmed down.

He looked at Zheng Yuan calmly: "are you a strong man at the prefecture level?"

Xie Zijun's face changed: "what? Is he a strong man at the prefecture level? It's impossible. No one in the world can practice so fast. "

If Zheng Yuan is a yellow, he can still barely accept it.

But at the prefecture level, he couldn't imagine.

Because even his eldest brother, Xie Junjie, who was a great martial arts talent, only reached the later stage of Xuanji at the age of 30.

For a long time, in his mind, big brother is the most evil person in the world. No one can do what he can't do.

Therefore, he did not believe that Zheng Yuan was a strong man at the prefecture level.

Zheng Yuan is very honest way: "not."

Xie Zijun finally relaxed completely and laughed a little happily: "he is not really a prefecture level. I just said, how can anyone cultivate so fast? This boy is just a load from beginning to end."

Zhao Keqi didn't accept Gu Wu. He didn't know what the Yellow level and prefecture level were, so he was confused.

However, she also guessed that Zheng Yuan was different.

Uncle Jian was a little relieved. As long as Zheng Yuan was not a strong man at the prefecture level, he would have more confidence in the war.

He guessed that Zheng Yuan should have been only the later cultivation of Xuanji.

Although he was only at the beginning of Xuanji, he thought that he had more experience than Zheng Yuan, so there was no problem with the challenge.

After thinking about this, his face returned to the previous arrogance: "boy, you are really not simple. You are the most talented ancient martial arts practitioner I have seen so far."

After a pause, his face sank: "however, if you want to be arrogant in front of me, you are not qualified."

With that, he waved his right hand and let out his murderous spirit.

It seems that this product is a murderer. The murderous spirit is not ordinary terror.

Zhao Keqi couldn't bear it immediately.

She felt shivering and breathing hard, as if she had been crushed by an iceberg.

However, Zheng Yuan was not affected at all.

His right hand became a claw, and all of a sudden he sent out his own momentum to resist uncle Jian's murderous spirit.

Originally, with his current strength, he didn't need to use his momentum against the generation of Zhan Xuan.

Now he is mainly to take care of Zhao Keqi.

All of a sudden, Zhao Keqi felt the pressure was relieved, and the whole person returned to normal.

She felt depressed: "what happened just now? Why do you get chilly? It'll be warm again soon? Am I ill? "

Zheng Yuan looked at Uncle Jian, his eyes flashed a trace of cold: "I said, if you provoke me, you will die."

Then he took a step forward.

His momentum also doubled in an instant, almost effortlessly engulfed uncle Jian's murderous spirit.

Uncle Jian was shocked and his Qi and blood churned. He took two steps backward.

He couldn't help changing his face: "what a strong momentum!"

His fighting spirit and confidence were also discounted in an instant.

"I've always been a person who doesn't offend me. I don't want to be a criminal. People offend me and kill me like dogs." Zheng Yuan pressed uncle Jian step by step.He didn't walk fast or very hard.

But every step out, with a strange sound, like a Dementor from hell.

His momentum is also strengthening step by step, and it is getting colder and colder.

Heaven and earth also seem to become gloomy.

When he just walked out of three steps, Xie Zijun couldn't bear it any more and sat on the ground all of a sudden.

He was pale to the extreme now, shortness of breath, increased heart rate, cold sweat and trembling all over.

For the first time in his life, he was afraid.

"Don't come here, don't come here." He was a little bit irrational and began to shout.

Zhao Keqi doesn't know what happened. Seeing that Xie Zijun suddenly seems crazy, she can't help wondering in her heart: "how can this product suddenly go crazy? Is brother Zheng Yuan really that terrible? He was just walking towards him. He was so scared that his feet softened. I thought he was a man with courage and courage, but I didn't expect that he was just a straw bag. "

She now despised him even more in her heart.

And uncle Jian's face changed again and again.

Now he found out that Zheng Yuan was more terrible than he had imagined.

Just use the momentum to suppress themselves flustered.

At the same time, he knew that if Zheng Yuan was full of momentum, he would become a fish on the knife and be ready to kill the lamb.

Therefore, with rich combat experience, he no longer hesitated. With a loud shout, he flew up and attacked Zheng Yuan's head.

"Brother Zheng Yuan, be careful."

Zhao Keqi cried out a little worried.

Zheng Yuan comfort way: "Qiqi, don't worry, this goods is now dying."

Said, the right hand a punch to meet up.

In the blink of an eye, their palms and fists collided.

Although uncle Jian attacked hard, his strength was weak, so he couldn't resist Zheng Yuan's attack. He was immediately shocked and fell back.

Zheng Yuan suddenly cried out: "Qiqi, close your eyes."

Zhao Keqi didn't know why, but he didn't think much about it and immediately closed his eyes.

As soon as Zheng Yuan's words were heard, he went up like a shadow and grabbed uncle Jian's right arm.

Then give it a good shake.

All of a sudden, he tore off uncle Jian's right arm.

In the spatter of blood, uncle Jian uttered a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground.

Zheng Yuan's right hand burned out a fire of hell, and he burned uncle Jian's right arm to ashes.

"This, this..."

Uncle Jian took a breath.

It was the first time he saw someone who could make a real fire.

Zheng Yuan was a hundred times more terrible than he thought.

Almost without hesitation, he got up and ran southeast as fast as he could.

Now he is full of fear of Zheng Yuan's soul.

So I dare not stay for a moment.