Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Blood tiger tearing hands!"

In the woods in the mountains, the cold drinking sound suddenly resounded.

An incomparably flexible figure shuttled swiftly and powerfully through the dense jungle. The branches and bush spikes in the forest did not bring any hindrance to the opponent at all.

Accompanied by the sound, the figure suddenly stopped under a huge tree with a height of [-] meters, the body slightly bent downwards, the muscles of the limbs trembled, and then the five fingers of the palm turned into a tiger's claw very quickly , crazily grabbing towards the tree body.

Pong!

The incomparably thick tree body seemed to be hollow, and the five fingers were like steel claws. Without the slightest hindrance, it was scratched through a big hole with great ease.

"drink!"

With another shout, the hands of the figure turned into countless afterimages quickly, densely surrounding the tree, and one hole after another was forcibly punched out.

With the continuous increase of the cave, the giant tree with a height of [-] meters suddenly fell down. The moment the opponent fell, the figure quickly avoided to the side.

Standing on a tree beside him, looking at the results of this week's penance, Ye Fantian couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his immature face.

For a week, he didn't know how much he had suffered. The blood tiger's tearing hands was very violent from the name, but only after he practiced did he realize how terrifying the cumbersome parts were.

With the support of powerful zhenqi, the blood tiger tearing his hands has initially entered the Hinayana stage. Looking at his white palm, Ye Fantian couldn't help but think of the embarrassment he had when he first practiced.

"With this blood tiger tearing hands, even if I encounter a warrior-level existence, I will have the power to fight!"

Ye Fantian murmured, as the time spent in contact with the blood tiger tearing hand continued to increase, Ye Fantian felt the power of it more and more.

The realm of the top-rank martial artist is already the strongest state of the martial artist level. Although Ye Fantian is still practicing "Nine Turns Xuan Gong" hard this week, the purity of the true energy in the body has increased a lot, but the warrior's The level has not been broken through.

"Master, how much time do I have before I can make a breakthrough?"

Ye Fantian licked his lips lightly, and asked Qingxuanzi.

Time may be insignificant to ordinary people, but it cannot be squandered to Ye Fantian. Every day of those three years is extremely precious.

"Your speed has exceeded my imagination. As long as you are determined, you will soon be able to reach the level of a warrior."

Qingxuanzi said with a smile on his face, and thinking of the terrifying nine-headed dragon tattoo on Ye Fantian's body, he always felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"Then I still need to continue to work hard!"

Ye Fantian was not complacent because of Qingxuanzi's words. He knew very well that when he was making progress, others were also making progress. Compared with him, there were many more powerful geniuses, and he was just the beginning

"effort!!"

Ye Fantian said coldly. . . . .