"..." Many disciples of Zhenwu Temple are hard to imagine how a person who has only been practicing for a few months can win?

"Stop it?" Zhang Ji looked at Yun Zhongxian and asked.

"Haha, if the practitioners compete, they have no eyes on their swords and guns, they will naturally be self-conceited." Yun Zhongxian's mouth raised, and Nangong Xun's combat power was far beyond his imagination.

Although I don’t know how Zhang Ji entered the four realms of dual cultivation, having a state of emptiness and having no practical experience is equal to zero.

"Then I would like to ask the Immortal to support the formation. I'm afraid that someone will take action midway." Zhang Ji bowed and asked.

"No problem." Mo Tianfeng was also very curious about Zhang Ji's methods.

"Did you bet on me? It's ridiculous."

"A mere civilian and miscellaneous person who is lucky enough to become a heavenly hero. Always think he can reach the sky in one step?" Nangong Xun was furious.

He has never been so despised.

"Come on, let me see what you can do." Nangong Xun looked down with his bare hands, his eyes full of contempt.

The moment Zhang Ji held the teeth of Youlong's ancestors in his hand, urging them.

Behind him is a true shadow of the ancestor Youlong entrenched behind him.

This pressure made the bloodline in Nangong Xun's body tremble instinctively.

If what he refined was the origin of the Yellow Dragon, it would be no problem to the pressure of the ancestor Youlong.

But what he refined in his body was the original essence of the dragon-turned mother insect.

Just as he was thinking, his hair suddenly stood up all over his body, and Zhang Ji appeared behind him, and Youlong's Ancestor's teeth stabbed him in the back.

There is no fancy attack.

Pure, domineering, quick and accurate.

Puchi.

He penetrated his body and the terrifying power of the ancestor Youlong penetrated into his body.

If it were an ordinary person, the power of this attack would be enough to kill him.

Nangong Xun activated his own qi and blood, and the original essence of the dragon-turned mother insect was actually repairing the penetrating injury.

Zhang Ji used his eyes to look at the spirit and saw that Nangong Xun's body not only had the essence of the dragon-turned mother insect, but also the power of the corpse spirit.

His body is not like an ordinary person, his skin and bones are surprisingly strong, and his recovery is indeed incredible.

If it weren't for the Youlong Ancestor's Teeth, ordinary bone tools and spiritual weapons, it would be difficult for him to hurt him.

Zhang Ji pulled out, and the Jiufeng Feathered Clothes covered his body, with a strong vitality and a complete order of power in the world.

"Looking for death!" A strange bone knife appeared in Nangong Xun's hand, with a strange blood-colored spell engraved on the blade, and a strange blue color appeared in his eyes.

He planned to curse Zhang Ji, holding the blade in one hand and chanting a spell.

The blood-colored spell reminded Zhang Ji and Hong Yi of the sarcophagus that day, and the two were so similar.
Chapter completed!