C422 Is he playing hide and seek

Zhan Tianming's attitude was extremely arrogant and overbearing.

In any case, there was no need to be polite in the face of these people.

Humph!

Aren't you f * cking mighty in this Misty City?

Weren't you the one who was suppressing the normal Martial Cultivator to take away their fat and cream?

Moreover, you want to f * cking marry your brother's woman?

Now, I'm even more imposing, more overbearing, and even more arrogant than you. I want to step on you, what do you want to do?

Unconvinced?

If he wasn't satisfied, he would fight.

Facing Zhan Tianming's arrogant and overbearing attitude, Bao Ling's eyes turned cold.

"Hmph, although this brat is indeed strange, and furthermore, Yi Chen must be using me as a helper, but, no matter what, I am still a Nine-star Martial Emperor, could it be that I can't take care of a small Seven-star Martial Spirit?"

"It's really funny to hear such a joke."

"Alright, so what if I'm a thug?"

"Humph!" Yi Chen, you have to remember this as well. "

With just a flash of thought, the pressure from Bao Ling's Martial Emperor started to surge.

Yi Chen just watched quietly.

Not a word.

In any case, as long as Bao Ling was willing to make a move, he would do nothing and watch.

While his thoughts was running wild, Yi Chen's gaze was always on Zhan Tianming. From Zhan Tianming's fearless look, he could already tell that Zhan Tianming should still be able to use the heaven-defying slaughter technique to kill Martial Cultivator s below five star Martial Emperor.

But, such a killing move might not even win against Bao Ling, right?

No matter what, Yi Chen did not utter a word.

He believed that Zhan Tianming was not the kind of fool who charged upwards despite knowing that he would die.

Otherwise, he would not have escaped into the Ten Thousand Miles of Netherworld Fog s.

Wait!

What he needed to do now was to wait for Zhan Tianming to fight with him.

If there was a chance, it wouldn't be too late to make a move.

In any case, as long as Zhan Tianming died in his hands, the devilish feeling in his heart would be eliminated. Even if he was unable to leave this place for the time being, it wouldn't have much of an impact on his cultivation.

If he could not personally kill Zhan Tianming, his own cultivation would definitely be filled with layers of devils.

"Your name is Zhan Tianming?"

Bao Ling's voice had already sounded out, his eyes were cold and sharp like knives.

"Boy, I've told you, I've already slept with your woman. The smell is very wonderful, and it's a place. Hahaha …"

Bao Ling laughed very arrogantly, he was extremely proud of himself.

Kacha Kacha …

Zhan Tianming clenched his fists tightly.

F * ck!

Was this fellow trying to infuriate him, or was he serious …

Suddenly!

Zhan Tianming's eyes burned with fury.

Regardless of whether this bastard was telling the truth or not, if he didn't crush his dog head, he wouldn't be able to swallow his anger.

Swish!

Zhan Tianming suddenly attacked.

A figure flashed by.

His power had long since been recovered through the Reversion Pill and the remaining fifteen Reversion Pill were only enough for him to use the Wildball Fist once more.

But no matter what, this punch had to be thrown out.

Bao Ling did not fight with Zhan Tianming at all.

Flash!

With a swift stride, he avoided a direct confrontation with Zhan Tianming.

Zhan Tianming also pushed his speed to the limit.

Nine Dragons Step!

With a flash, he caught up to Bao Ling.

He clenched his fist and prepared to attack.

But, Bao Ling still did not have the intention to fight, and once again dodged.

Zhan Tianming's pupils contracted.

F * ck!

A man who was dozens of years old, did he still want to play hide and seek?

"Berserk!"

Zhan Tianming immediately activated Berserk.

Rumble …

His physical strength instantly doubled, as did his speed.

With this sudden acceleration, even Bao Ling's pupils contracted abruptly, his heart filled with shock.

However, with his battle experience, he quickly came back to his senses.

He continued to dodge.

In an instant, Bao Ling's speed also doubled, and he was as fast as lightning, leaving behind afterimages in the air, constantly dodging, but he did not directly clash with Zhan Tianming. Furthermore, that look in his eyes had a hint of ridicule.

He was dragging it out.

They would drag Zhan Tianming's oppressive aura down, and then, they would retaliate.

Zhan Tianming had already activated both the Nine Dragons Step to its utmost limit, but to no avail.

Bao Ling's footwork was also very strange, and was also at the same level as his Grand Perfection.

No matter how Zhan Tianming chased, he was unable to catch up.

The 30 seconds of berserk time was quickly over.

Instantly, Zhan Tianming's speed and strength decreased by one fold.

Seizing the opportunity, Bao Ling's eyes suddenly lit up.

Now.

Whoosh!

Bao Ling changed from his previous dodging style and rushed forward.

Zhang Xuan gestured.

Nine-star Martial Emperor's intimidating aura gushed out with a loud bang as the terrifying and vigorous Genuine Essence charged into the meridians from the dantian and gathered in the palm of his right hand, forming a illusory golden palm imprint. Accompanied by the right palm, the palm came smashing down with a loud bang.

"Humph!" "Go to hell!"

Seeing the palm print that was striking towards him, Zhan Tianming's eyes became serious.

His left fist rumbled out.

"Wildball Fist!"

But right at this moment, Bao Ling's figure strangely trembled.

Disappeared.

Just before Zhan Tianming's eyes, it had disappeared instantly.

Zhan Tianming's fist, on the other hand, directly smashed into the incoming palm print, tearing the palm print into nothingness.

Rumble …

Rumble …

The terrifying might of his fist shook the void.

Zhan Tianming frowned.

He had met his opponent.

Turning his head, he saw that Bao Ling had already appeared thirty meters away on the left.

Zhan Tianming also quickly used up the nine Reversion Pill s.

Bao Ling, who was not far away, looked at Zhan Tianming and his thoughts raced.

"That punch earlier, was very powerful, but there was no Quintessential Essence Fluctuations at all? How could there be such a strange Boxing? "That punch gave off a feeling as though it had been created entirely by relying on the strength of my physical body. Moreover, the timing and angle of that punch were grasped to an exquisite degree. If I did not possess two Teleportation Talismans, I'm afraid …"

He frowned slightly.

Bao Ling already had an answer in his heart.

Even if they didn't die, they would at least be severely injured.

But now, Bao Ling only had one teleportation talisman left, and he was a little afraid in the bottom of his heart.

Zhan Tianming's fighting strength was simply too bizarre.

Zhan Tianming did not know that Bao Ling had to use the Teleportation Talisman to dodge it, but he felt that it was strange.

Ever since he had mastered the Wildball Fist, his grasp of timing and angle had reached a rather strong level. But just now, he had actually failed.

And now, he only had two killing moves that could threaten the Martial Emperor expert.

One move at a time. If he failed, he would most likely be in danger.

The energy consumed by the Wildball Fist had already been recovered.

Zhan Tianming once again quietly used a few Huihai Na Yuan Dan s to speed up the recovery of the Genuine Essence.

After all, he had already used up ten thousand Genuine Essence when he used the Tyrant Sky Killing Fist, and the remaining Genuine Essence were no longer enough to use the Ice Heart Sword Art.

At the same time that the Genuine Essence was recovering, Zhan Tianming also looked at Bao Ling without blinking.

"Humph!" "You can hide quite quickly, but I wonder how many times you can hide?"