The brute force of the stone is only vented on the huge Jinjin beast.

Under a hammer, the golden beast shattered with the sound.

The stone face showed pride.

The spiritual power of his own earth vein is powerful and powerful. Not only does he have any defenses, but there are few things under the heavy hammer.

The so-called one force reduces ten goals.

No matter how many skills you have, you can't stop the powerful spiritual power I mobilized.

But Shi Tou only saw his compliment, but also hit Yan Junpeng's plan.

Yan Junpeng raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The golden beast was smashed by a hammer of stone, which was said to be an accident, but it was reasonable.

The golden beast is just a cover for itself.

My real killer move is the green vine lies underground.

The green vine held its head up, like the green ivy vine that was induced to be born. On a main trunk, countless branches and silks were forked.

These branches and vines surrounded them layer by layer and turned into a green cage, which brought the stone into it from bottom to top.

The stone was immediately restrained.

Moreover, the green vine is constantly absorbing the spiritual power around it. The spiritual power of its own earth vein is already restricted. Now that the spiritual power around it is disturbed by the green vine, the stone is helpless.

This green vine is probably a magic weapon refined by the Jindan monk.

Once again, he was tied up and unable to move. The stone swung the stone hammer around irritably, but it was difficult for a moment to break free.

Looking at the tossing stone, Yan Junpeng snorted coldly.

Then he pinched his hands and muttered something.

Green vines grow with the wind.

It seemed to have turned into a creeping ivy, branches and leaves, stretched out the vines and silk, becoming thicker and thicker.

The stones tied into them are tightly tied into them as unmovable rocks.

The green vine was still sucking the spiritual power around the stone. The stone's own spiritual power became increasingly unsustainable. The stone hammer in his hand slowly shrank, and under the constraints of the green vine, he held it weakly in the stone's hand.

This time, Shi Tou was really unable to struggle.

"Hahaha……"

Yan Junpeng laughed proudly.

This green vine was a magic weapon I exchanged for in the master's sect. I have been warming myself on my body for a while, and now I have taken it out and achieved success in one go.

Staring at the bound and unable to move, Yan Junpeng slowly walked over.

"The mountain wild brute man is the mountain wild brute man. He wants to fight me with just brute force?"

As he spoke, the bamboo flute in Yan Junpeng's hand became slender and shining with a faint green light, and hit the stone's shoulder like a teacher's teaching stick.

"I won't know you well. If you admit your mistake with me, I'll let you go."

"Pooh!"

Shi Tou did not give in, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spit out from Yan Junpeng's face.

"Don't think about it!"

Yan Junpeng's face turned disgusting and dodged, but was still splashed by the splashing stars. Seeing the people around him pointing fingers, Yan Junpeng's face suddenly turned red and angry. The people in Dragon Claw Peak were more hateful than the other.

"I think you are punished if you want toast!"

A spiritual light flashed over the bamboo flute, becoming extremely delicate and tough. Yan Junpeng swung the bamboo flute and patted the stone's face.

Let me teach you a lesson, a person without a master.

Without a master, there will be no rules. Today I will let me discipline you for your master.

The emerald green bamboo flute is like a teaching stick, drawing a beautiful semicircle in the air and pulling towards the stone's face.

Not strong enough, and want to come here to make a comeback?

The people watching on the street saw the Shi Tou being aggressive, but they were suppressed by Yan Junpeng in a few seconds, and they were a little eye-opening and couldn't help but point fingers.

"This immortal is much more powerful..."

"Yes...yes... he whips it, and he won't swollen the man's face..."

"It's better to have high cultivation. If you don't have cultivation, don't go around, otherwise you will have to take advantage of it... Hahaha..."

"It's reasonable and reasonable...it's better to cause less trouble when you're away..."

Yan Junpeng was trying to slap himself in the face, looking at the bamboo flute and slapped his face, listening to the discussions of the people around him, his eyes were round and his face turned red.

However, I was controlled by Cui Teng Magical Weapon, and even if I struggled hard, I could not break free in a moment.

If you win, the stone will not be injured. It has thick skin and flesh, and at most a red face will be red.

However, in public, people were slapped in the face and swept the face. If people came out in the future, they would be very likely to be faced to go out again. Moreover, after brewing for a long time, it may stimulate the stone's heart and produce a demon.

The stone twisted hard, but there was nothing to do with it under the binding of the green vine.

Yan Junpeng's face showed a hint of pride.

Aren’t your Dragon Claw Peak strong? I’ve swept my face and see how many people are willing to find you.

The bamboo flute roared and swept to the side of Shi Tou's face in a blink of an eye.

Yan Junpeng's mouth curled a smug smile.

Let me teach you a lesson!

Yan Junpeng seemed to see the stone being taught a lesson and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, as if he saw the Dragon Claw Peak's reputation diminished greatly, and as if he saw himself suppressing the Dragon Claw Peak so that he no longer had the power to fight back.

"Bang."

Yan Junpeng was shocked.

The unexpected hit will come.

The bamboo flute was knocked to the side.

It was a short axe that flew from nowhere, slashed on the bamboo flute that was about to be slapped on the stone's face, and smashed his bamboo flute aside, blocking his sweep.

Yan Junpeng's hands were trembling, the force was accurate and fierce, which made his arms numb.

and……

"when."

The short axe did not diminish. It shook the bamboo flute and slashed into the street covered with stone slabs.

Seeing this short axe, a hint of panic flashed in Yan Junpeng's eyes.

This short axe looks familiar...
Chapter completed!