The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 687 There Is Nothing That Can't Be Solved With A Slap (Third)
Chapter 750 There is nothing that can't be solved with a slap (please subscribe, reward)
The strong man at the peak of Jindan, who had received Zhao Yu's benefits, naturally worked harder at this moment.

The sturdy body stepped out, holding a crescent moon knife, with a ferocious face, and slashed towards the young man in green shirt with the knife.

The streamer was flickering, the saber energy was strong, and the saber wanted to kill the young man in green shirt.

"Oh~~ This big guy is going to be miserable~~"

Seeing this, girl Jin'er shook her head, feeling like a little adult.

Wanshitong hurriedly pulled Jin'er's girl, and glared angrily: "Go, go over there, stay away from the place of right and wrong!"

Regardless of Jin'er's pouted mouth, Wanshitong just dragged Jin'er's girl towards an open space with few crowds and a good line of sight.

Luo Xue and the other five followed behind.

Seeing the big knife attacking, all the monks around looked excited: Since this guy in green shirt wants to die, he insists on making an enemy of the monks all over the world, and he deserves death.

But when the scimitar's saber energy was about to slash at the young man in blue, the young man in green raised his arms lazily, as if he couldn't lift his spirits.

He didn't even look at the strong saber aura, and just slapped it down.

The expression on the face of the strong man with the knife was still arrogant and domineering, but the next moment, the energy of the knife dissipated, and even the man with the knife was wiped out in ashes.

No, there was not even ash left.

Just like that, he was slapped casually by the young man in blue, and his whole body collapsed.

"Sigh~~"

Everyone took a deep breath.

This……

This is too domineering and arrogant!

That strong man died without pain, he didn't remember feeling the pain at all, his body was already smashed to pieces.

Even the scimitar was smashed together into dregs, which dissipated with the wind.

The monk who was a little closer felt the warmth of a layer of wet mist on his face.

I wiped it casually, and it turned out to be full of blood mist.

Wanshitong, who was staying away from here, had been paying attention to this place with his divine sense, so he naturally "saw" this breath-taking scene, his expression was calm, and he just shook his head and sighed: "Oh~ life and death are fate~"

Murong Jingqi and Gu Ziyu were horrified. This young man in green shirt seemed inconspicuous, but he was so overbearing with a single slap? ! !
Even the sword qi was ignored.

"What a strong body!"

All the cultivators around were horrified.

Of course, those bosses were only a little shocked by the strength of this person's physical body, but there was still disdain in their eyes.

It doesn't matter if the physical body is strong, but the cultivation base is low, but it is flawed, and it will be a matter of time before the body dies and the dao disappears.

Zhang Hu from Longhumen, a cultivator at the end of the Jindan stage, saw the situation, his whole body was full of fighting spirit, he jumped up and jumped in front of Gu Bei.

His whole body was full of energy and blood, and his arms and calves were all bandaged. Even as soon as he landed, the strong muscles all over his body trembled.

"I admire the strength of your physical body. Please enlighten me!"

Zhang Hu clasped his fists with both hands, and a deep voice came out, no matter whether the young man in blue was willing or not, the huge fist had already bombarded towards the young man's chest.

The fist wind is like a gangster, vigorous and vigorous.

The air roared loudly, extremely fast and powerful!
"You are no match!"

The young man in green shirt didn't look directly at Zhang Hu, and he didn't even look at the punch coming from the bombardment. He slapped him casually, and said calmly, "Next!"

As the young man's voice fell, there was a bang, and Zhang Hu's sturdy body was thrown out, spitting blood in mid-air, and smashed hard on the hard ground, making a big hole.

Staggering and swaying, Zhang Hu tried his best to get up, his face was full of fear, and his chest was full of irritable energy and blood, which was difficult to suppress, and his eyes were full of horror.

I am a physical practitioner, and my cultivation level is comparable to this guy, so I can't even catch his slap.

Just as Zhang Hu wanted to get angry, he shouted again, but was restrained by a wave of energy: "You are indeed no match for him, this person is not simple!"

An elder from Longhumen pulled Zhang Hu out of the pit with a serious expression on his face.

The reason why this tiger was able to survive was precisely because he hadn't taken advantage of others' danger, and hadn't done anything to Luo Xue and the others, otherwise,...

"So what if the physical body is strong? The gap in cultivation is irreparable!" A young Nascent Soul with a gloomy face came out, a cold light flickered in his hand, it was a crescent moon blade.

The man in the crescent moon pointed at the young man in the blue shirt, and scolded in a dark voice: "Today, I will let you see the shortcomings of the gap in cultivation! Suffer!"

Before the voice fell, the figure of the middle-stage Nascent Soul youth had disappeared in front of everyone strangely. It was the Rakshamen's concealment technique.

However, the young man in the green shirt didn't even bother to pay attention to the disappearing Nascent Soul youth, he wasn't even interested in raising his eyes to look for it, so he just stood there with a calm expression, took out a Mo Luo fruit, and threw it into his mouth casually.

But at the moment when he threw Mo Luoguo towards his mouth, a cold light suddenly appeared from the void behind the green-clothed youth, cutting straight to the back of the green-clothed youth's neck.

The young man in the green shirt seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he didn't dodge. There was a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, and he slapped his empty left hand directly behind him.

This slap didn't reveal the slightest vigor, and didn't reveal the slightest mana means.

But in the void behind the green-clothed youth, a cloud of snowflakes suddenly exploded, and a crescent moon blade fell to the ground with a bang, but the figure of the Rakshasa Zong Yuanying youth was nowhere to be seen.

Because, that Nascent Soul youth will never appear again, and even the Yellow Spring Road will never be found.

The soul and body were all scattered by a slap~
"Exterminate killing!"

Everyone's eyes were shocked, and their mouths opened wide.

This is a big realm, not a simple small realm, and it still can't support that person's random slap, how...how is this possible? !
Everyone's mind is full of question marks and exclamation points!
A monk with a low cultivation level even trembled all over. How tough is this guy's physical body?

"Who are you?!"

Yuan Bin, the elder of the Rakshasa Sect, stared at the young man in blue with a sullen look on his face.

The young man in the green shirt glanced at everyone indifferently, and grinned faintly: "Who am I?! Don't you know? Aren't you always looking for me, and now, in front of you, you still don't recognize me?! Could it be that they are all blind!"

Yuan Bin, the elder of the Raksha Sect, had a gloomy expression on his face, and was so angry at the young man in the green shirt: "Do you really think that if the body is strong, you can do whatever you want!"

"There's something wrong with what you said. It's you who insist on coming over to die, what does it have to do with me!" The young man in the green shirt shrugged his shoulders, looking very helpless.

"Old man, no matter who you are, in short, if you kill my Rakshasa sect disciple, you will pay in blood!"

Elder Yuan Bin was angry, his eyes were cold~
(End of this chapter)