"Do you "borrow" or not?" Duan Hong was very arrogant.

"No borrowing." Wang Teng's mouth curled up, and a cold smile appeared, and said, "If you want to do it, your senior brother is ranked 80th and you are just about to experience it."

"So brave." Duan Hong's eyes were angry. A small peddler dared to challenge him.

The next punch was hit, and the sound of a rumbling sound was heard.

Since Wang Teng broke through the sixth level of King Wu, his strength has also improved a lot, and he also punched him.

Click!

Only a sound of bone rupture sounded, Duan Hong's five fingers immediately broke and was bleeding.

Seeing that Wang Teng's punch had such a powerful force, Duan Hongdang couldn't believe it was true and said angrily: "You..." The severe pain in his hand made his whole arm tremble gently...

"Senior brother's ability is nothing more than that." Wang Teng sneered.

Without covering up the humiliation, Duan Hong's face was immediately embarrassed and angry, believing that he had just been careless. If he had tried his best, the other party would not be his opponent. He immediately slapped his palm and this aura had reached the tenth level of the Martial King. Unfortunately, it was obvious that he had just broken through recently and was not very stable. Even so, he was much stronger than the people at the ninth level of the Martial King.

Among young people, this is the first time Wang Teng has encountered such talent, besides the strong bones on the Longmen battlefield.

However, he is no longer the same as before. Even at the tenth level of the Martial King Realm, it does not have much deterrence to him.

"Tiger Fist!" His arms were shaking, and ten thousand pounds of divine power burst out. With his power infused, this boxing technique had long been transformed. Even if it was not inferior to ordinary fourth-grade martial arts.

Bang! Duan Hong screamed immediately, his arms twisted, his bones exposed, and he flew backwards and smashed on a huge rock.

Wang Teng looked down at him and sneered: "How is it?"

Duan Hong was extremely shocked, wondering if he was dreaming, how could a tragic disciple be so strong? Looking at Wang Teng's smile, a chill rose in his heart, as if he was stared at by a terrible beast. He turned his head and said in anger, "Take him down." Those disciples were his "followers" who obeyed his words on weekdays, but now they all turned pale and took a few steps back.

"You... don't listen to me." Duan Hong's face turned red.

Several people lowered their heads in shame. Even Duan Hong was not the enemy of Wang Teng's three or two moves, so they really didn't dare.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Duan Hong, it seems that he was put on the iron plate today." A harsh smile came at this time.

Wang Teng turned his head in confusion and saw a group of people walking over. The person who spoke was a burly man, nearly two meters tall, tall and tall, as if he was as imposing as a mountain.

"Wu Xiong." Everyone was shocked. This was the seventieth master.

"Ranked 70th?" Wang Teng looked at it and nodded slightly. The other party's aura was indeed a little stronger than Duan Hong.

"My younger brother, I have defeated Junior Brother Duan Hong. If this is spread, it may cause a lot of shock in our North Peak." Not long after Wu Xiong arrived, another faint smile came, and a figure fell from the sky.

He was a young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, smiling. His appearance caused some people to change their colors and cry out loud: "Jiang Ming, ranked 66th!"

"Gee, this is called stealing chickens and losing rice. Junior Brother Duan Hong, it seems that he is shameless to see someone." Almost as soon as Jiang Ming's voice fell, a woman walked behind the rocks on the east side, with a pretty figure and a faint smile on her lips.

"Shen Jianing, who is ranked sixty." Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

Wu Xiong, Jiang Ming, and Shen Jianing, the three young masters who ranked seventy, sixty and sixty respectively, all went to this remote mountain road later, which made the atmosphere here suddenly become subtle.

Wang Teng frowned, not understanding what they meant.

"Why are you here?" Duan Hong looked ugly. He thought that he was so embarrassed today, but these three senior brothers and sisters saw his unbearable scene.

"Hehe, I heard you were bullied by a servant. Let's come here to see if it's true." Shen Jianing said with a smile.

Duan Hong twitched his face and sneered, "Stop pretending to me. I know very well what your purpose is. But I would like to remind you that this little servant is not simple. If you want to divide his beast blood pill, you should be careful."

Wang Teng's heart sank and thought: "It seems that the fact that I got more than 200 beast blood pills in the mission hall has caused a sensation. This has caused these geniuses to salivate."

Shen Jianing smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are not as useless as you." Then he turned around and said to Wang Tengwei: "Hello, junior brother."

"Sister, you are good, too." Wang Teng smiled faintly.

Shen Jianing looked at the harmless and bright smiles of other people and animals, and his defense in his heart was greatly reduced. He thought to himself, what skills could such a young servile servant have? It must be that Duan Hong was too pussy.

He smiled and said, "I heard that you would get more than 200 beast blood pills at one time. Why don't you give me 50%? If anyone dares to bully you in the future, what if my sister helps you?"

"I want 50% too." Wu Xiong sneered.

"Do you think I'm dead?" Jiang Ming snorted.

Wang Teng smiled and said, "You three want them all, who should I listen to?"

Shen Jianing smiled with a smile: "I rank 60th, and I am really the strongest, so it's mine."

Wu Xiong snorted coldly: "That's not necessarily the ranking of Beifeng disciples changes every year, and it has been almost a year since the last ranking. No one may have any changes in their strength this year, let alone, we are not much less than you."

Jiang Ming nodded. On the surface, Shen Jianing's ranking was higher. But they didn't think that the other party's strength was overwhelming, because the North Wind was full of geniuses and the team was evenly matched. To be honest, as long as there is no difference of twenty, the gap is actually very small.

Wang Teng spread his hands and said, "Since you are not convinced by each other, you might as well show your performance. Whoever wins, I will give the beast blood pill."

Wu Xiong was burly and had a hot temper. He said, "If you fight, you will fight, are I still afraid?" His body shook, and a powerful aura immediately swept away. This aura had reached the tenth level of the Martial King, but it seemed much more stable than Duan Hong's slightly floating realm. It was obvious that he had been breaking through this step for some time.

"I just happened to see how you have made progress this year." Jiang Ming also sneered, his breath was released, and his robe was inspiring, and his robe sounded.

Seeing this, Shen Jianing had to condense a aperture on his body, isolating all the auras of the two.

Seeing these three geniuses facing each other so tit-for-tat, the low-powered disciples around them couldn't help but look pale, as if they had already smelled a scent of a storm.

"Two junior brothers, please wait." Shen Jianing smiled and said, "Little guy, what a trick to sow discord."
Chapter completed!