The young man from the Blood Barbarians opposite was only at the seventh level of the divine realm, while he was at the eighth level. Moreover, he liked the physical refining technique quite much, and thought that his power was also at the top level among the eighth level of the divine realm.

"Don't talk nonsense, let me see if your fists are tickling." The young man said disdainfully.

"Hmph! Arrogant."

The monk hummed lowly and flew out suddenly. Then the spiritual energy in his body burst out, and a tiger phantom appeared behind him, and the powerful punch rushed towards the young man's chest.

It is like a meteor, tearing apart the void.

"The origin of power."

Qin Cheng suddenly felt a sudden heart.

Obviously, this monk also understood the essence of the ancient body refiner.

The young barbarian stood there with disdain.

But when the monk approached, the tiger's phantom appeared, and his eyelids suddenly jumped.

Suddenly, he flew upside down, swept directly upside down, and hit the monk's abdomen with a bang.

puff!

The monk caught off guard and was kicked out before his fist hit the young man. Then he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, spurting blood in his mouth, and was obviously seriously injured.

All the monks were furious.

"Why are you so shameless? You said you would take a punch and actually take action."

"It's clear that this fellow is strong and worried that he will lose."

This young man is really despicable. If it weren't for a sneak attack, he would have lost.

"Haha, have I ever said I won't fight back? Besides, he is too slow. If his fist hits me, how could he get hurt?" The young man said shamelessly.

"If you don't agree, please come again."

"I'll do it!"

Someone was angry and suddenly walked out.

Next, the young man did not use any tricks, but these monks were still defeated.

Among the monks, few are good at physical refining methods, so in the end, not only did they not repel the young man at all, but they instead twisted their arm mercilessly after being caught by the young man.

Several monks all fell to the ground and groaned.

"Waste, monks who cultivate spiritual energy are all waste! Only the blood barbarians who temper their bodies are the strongest." The young man won several monks in a row and became more and more proud.

He gestured his fist and his eyes swept around.

"If anyone else dares to go, if only cowards are left, I'm leaving."

The remaining monks' faces turned red and were very angry, but they could only remain silent.

If they competed with others, they would have been there long ago, but body refining is indeed not their strength.

And the strongest of them was sneak attacked by this bastard again.

Now that we have passed, it is just even more embarrassing. They just regret that no one can teach this young master of the Blood Barbarian.

"Bah, it's such a bunch of trash. I'm afraid the Qin family will not be much better."

The young man sneered and turned around and wanted to leave.

"I'll try it with you later."

Suddenly, a sound rang out.

Everyone looked in that direction.

A young man walked towards them.

It is Qincheng.

"You said it's better than a punch, but my fist is hard. If you want to hurt you, you'd better not shout pain." Qin Cheng said lightly.

"Just because of you."

The young man turned around and looked at Qin Cheng with a look of disdain.

Qincheng did not merge with the flame filaments. At this time, he was just a sixth-level cultivation level in the divine realm, which was lower than himself.


Chapter completed!