In the green world, the light of the building seemed extremely dim. Not to mention, it still had some effect. Du Qian saw that the mace in the ugly man's hand had stopped for a moment, but that was all. The mace was swung out again, and the huge shadow of the stick surged over the sky.

At this moment, Du Qian understood why Wei Bei escaped several kilometers away and was still beaten back. As long as this trick was used, he could not see how big the attack range was. Anyway, he would not even think of escaping within dozens of kilometers.

At this moment, the four of them felt very cold, not to mention what it felt. A moment ago, Wei Bei felt that his goal was the best in the world and he wanted to be at the peak of the war god in Tianlu, and the rest were not attracted by it.

Xi Yushan and He Mengying's legendary dreams were broken by Wei Bei, but they were not willing to accept it. They always believed that this was just because they were not familiar with the divine objects in their hands. As long as they were given enough time to study, they would be able to surpass Wei Bei sooner or later.

Du Qian is the same. He never doubted the strength of himself and Xiaoxing, even now, he doesn't think he will lose to Wei Bei.

But who would have thought that the battle between the four of them had not really begun, and the one who was stronger and the one who was weaker had not yet been separated, but an ugly man who caught a thief, a ridiculous mace, knocked Wei Bei and He Mengying away, as if under this stick, there was no difference between Wei Bei and He Mengying.

Du Qian was also afraid. For the first time, he felt that his strength was not as high as he thought. He was not afraid of Wei Bei. After all, although Du Qian did not win or lose in the last battle, he seemed to him. In his opinion, his strength should be equal to Wei Bei.

But in front of me, someone can beat Fei Wei with a stick, and he can also beat him Du Qian. Judging from this posture, even if the four of them join forces, they are definitely not the opponent of this ugly man. To be honest, isn’t it that there are only so many strong people in the world? Where did the ugly man appear in front of me?

Du Qian has never memorized the heroes of the world, but those well-known strong men are still a little informed. Looking at their physical characteristics, he can't even see the people from which country they are, let alone his name.

If you just pull out one of them, you have this kind of strength and work harder, it would be better to go back to Pingchuan and wait for death.

It’s useless to think so much, the shadows are full of sticks and shadows, and the moment they are coming, the little star turns into an equally huge mace and meets it.

The 'Puff...' sound was very light and dull, not like two sticks colliding.

Du Qian had already opened his eyes wide and waited for himself and Xi Yushan to be knocked away. He could clearly feel that this power should come from the mace itself. The true strength of this ugly man was far less powerful than he showed.

The body did not feel floating, nor did any pain come. The mace turned into a small star stood firmly in front of her body, and a strange heat flowed into her soul gold. In an instant, the soul power that had just been replenished was more than doubled.

Xi Yushan and Du Qian's reactions were different. He had basically given up. When he was chased by Wei Bei, his energy was almost exhausted. He just took the initiative to attack and used up his last trace of strength. Even if he wanted to imitate He Mengying's appearance, it would be difficult to ensure that he would not be hurt when he landed.

In a word, he was already waiting to die.

"I'm fine?" Xi Yushan opened his eyes and shouted in surprise.

"Hmph! It's not a great thing to be ugly?" He turned his head and looked at Wei Se, feeling proud, and then added a knife: "It's useless to be beautiful. Men have to rely on their strength to speak, not their faces."

At this moment, everyone was confused. What is this situation? Originally, everyone thought that they had almost the same understanding of each other's strength, and even if there were deviations, they would not be too far away. But what is this situation?

After the ugly man's blow, he showed obvious fatigue on his face, but he seemed to be ignorant of advancing and retreating, and raised his mace again: "The thief... must die."

"Really come?" This guy was too blind. Can't you see the attack just now? Do you know if you are better than you?

In fact, Du Qian was not sure what happened just now? Xiaoxing just greeted him without any counterattack. Of course, this is also because Du Qian did not issue an order.

Before this stick, Du Qian was thinking about trying his best to protect himself and defend himself. How to easily land without getting injured after being knocked away, but he never considered that he could easily take over this stick.

‘Puff…’ The two rods intersected, and another slight sound. This time Du Qian felt more obvious. A warm current flowed into his body from the mace, and turned around, flowing into the soul gold to replenish the ghosts. The number of ghosts pouring in this time was significantly reduced, just reaching about half of the last time.

Looking up, the ugly man seemed to be even more tired. There were many more wrinkles on his ugly face, as if he had become thirty years old in an instant.

"Damn ugly thing." Wei Bei stepped on the black needle and rushed towards the ugly man. He felt embarrassed not to pick up the cheap ones.

‘Bang…’ The tired ugly man took back the mace and happened to block the extremely fast Bu Tian needle. Wei Bei was knocked away like a ball again. This time his strength was obviously much weaker. Wei Bei flew dozens of meters away and had stabilized his body. His face was unsteady. His eyes looked at Du Qian, with a little hatred and a strong sense of fear.

"The thief... must die." The ugly man raised his mace again and waved it to Du Qian.

Du Qian was stunned, Wei Wu was also stunned. The few present were all dumbfounded. Even if they couldn't understand it, they understood that this ugly man's mind was indeed abnormal, and he only knew this move. Apart from waving a stick and smashing it, he had never even moved the place. This guy was just a fool.

As for his strength, Xiaoxin saw it clearly. He had just entered the level of the divine master, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he was barely qualified to be called a strong man, but his potential seemed to be exhausted, and it was almost impossible to improve his strength.

Just like this, a half-silly ugly man, he only waved his mace. Except for Du Qian's inexplicable follow-up, Xiaoxin was not sure about taking it and not being knocked away.

"Go to die, fool." Du Qian yelled excitedly. With each baton, he took advantage of a huge advantage. After two batons, he absorbed more ghosts than he had received in the past month. Where can I find such a cheap matter? He wished that the ugly man's mace would continue to attack like this, allowing him to fill his soul gold.

Can soul gold be filled with ghosts? It seems that it cannot. In the Daowen annotation that Du Qian saw, soul gold seems to be able to absorb soul fragments indefinitely, no matter how many it is, there is no problem.

"Kill..." Wei Bei's eyes were red and he came again.

"Kill..." He Mengying, who had recovered for a moment, also sacrificed her Void Cauldron and rushed over.

Only Xiyushan was still sitting on the ground and gasping, and he was unable to fight back for the time being. When the two were halfway through, their eyes turned, and they suddenly understood something in their hearts. They struggled to stand up, blow up the last trace of strength, sacrificed the small building, and rushed up.

Du Qian naturally would not be polite, and he also met with a mace.

‘Puff…’ The third light sound came, and the heat flow came this time was obviously less, only half of the last time. Du Qianban closed his eyes and enjoyed the pie falling from the sky. He didn’t even notice Xiaoxin pulling his back collar.

With a loud bang, the ugly man's huge body fell down like a mountain. Wei Bei, who was rushing in front, grabbed the mace and rushed forward. The speed not only did not decrease, but it was a little faster.

Then He Mengying skipped the ugly man's body, pulled off his clothes, and fled far away.

Finally, Xi Yushan pulled off the ugly man's pants and rushed into the distance without looking back.

When Du Qian realized it, there was nothing on the ground except for the naked body of the ugly man.

"This... these bastards." Du Qian cursed with a wry smile. At this moment, he had already realized that he had been enjoying the free lunch before, but he let the three guys seize the opportunity to escape.

Needless to say, Wei Bei and He Mengying were the mortal enemies that Du Qian thought of. How could he let them go after killing the ugly man?

Xiyushan has no grudge against Du Qian, but now it is in the Hundred Years War. It is worth killing any strong man from the enemy country, and no one will let go of the opportunity.

Those three bastards didn't want to work with Du Qian to kill the ugly man, but they saw that the price was cheap and they had to make a fortune when they ran away.

The one who got the most was Wei Le. In addition to his clothes and pants, the only one mace was the most extraordinary. He moved the fastest and his strength was not much damaged. He was originally stronger than Xi Yushan and He Mengying, so he naturally had the fastest speed. He chose the best mace.

Those two guys were also very greedy and didn't even let go of the ugly man's clothes.

"Catch it?" Xiaoxin asked. The strength of these three people seemed not high, but their methods were extremely strange. Xiaoxin didn't dare to take action.

"No need, I have to think about it." Du Qian shook his head and said. He felt that after the ugly man's three sticks, the mace should have been destroyed. As for why, he couldn't explain it clearly. His intuition told him that the mysterious power in the mace was all absorbed by soul gold. In addition to the metal produced, it was worth a few small amounts of money, and it had become an ordinary product, so there was no need to worry about it.

As for those three guys, it seems... it doesn't seem necessary to take them too seriously now. Moreover, it's a bit too late to chase after you now. In addition to Xiyu Mountain, which consumes the most, the other two will definitely not be able to catch up with you.

These three sticks not only greatly increased Du Qian's strength, but also gave him an extremely mysterious feeling. The question of having stuck him before and not knowing how to fight seemed to have a glimmer of eyebrows. This is far more important than chasing the three of them.

Du Qian sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind sinking into his own world. He saw the entire battle from beginning to end, but Hu Niu still couldn't understand it.

"Senior Xiao, are those people very powerful just now?" Asked, he walked to the ugly man's body, squatted down and studied it. How could he be afraid of death as a scout?
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