"You... are you really coming from the lower world?"

Yan Nanfei said with a look of surprise.

The people around him had the same expression, and they were a little unbelievable.

In their impression, the lower realm is a barren and deserted place, and it is difficult to even produce a saint. Even if there are some geniuses and their cultivation is very low, how can a young monster with three tribulations be produced?

Moreover, he also has an amazing talent for formations.

Such strength and talent can be a saint son of a clan.

"Why? Don't believe it?"

Tang Hao said coldly.

"That's not. I'm just surprised that a person like you can be found in a mere lower realm!" Yan Nanfei said, "I admire you when you are from the lower realm and cultivate to this level. However, the lower realm is the lower realm after all, and it is not as good as my Pangu Continent. Even if you have amazing talent for formation, your strength is still far inferior to me!"

As he said that, he snorted softly, revealing a little disdain.

When this guy showed his strength in the Three Tribulations just now, he was still a little worried, afraid that this guy was a secret successor trained by a sect, but since he came from the lower realm, there was nothing to worry about.

In terms of realm, this guy is not inferior to him, but in terms of magical powers and magic, he is definitely not as good as his many saints in spiritual wasteland.

"The lower realm is the lower realm. Even if this guy can come up, he is just a stronger grasshopper."

"A mere person from the lower realm dares to be so arrogant. I think he doesn't want to live anymore!"

Everyone from all over the world laughed out loud.

A guy from the lower realm has no background here and his status is not as good as that of a sect. Today they will not be in trouble if they kill this guy.

"What? You are so amazing when you are born in the spiritual waste? I want to see how many abilities you so-called holy sons have!"

Tang Hao looked around and shouted coldly.

"Yo! Look, this guy is so crazy!"

"A man surnamed Tang, don't be arrogant. I have many holy sons in Linghuang. No matter which one comes out, killing you will be as simple as killing a dog!"

The saints were immediately furious and shouted.

"Okay! Then I'll wait for you to kill!"

Tang Hao shouted coldly.

"No need for them, I'll be enough! Kill you, my three punches are enough!"

Yan Nanfei snorted angrily and suddenly took action. He stomped his feet and his body suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Tang Hao. He didn't use the purple magic gun and turned to punch him.

This punch was extremely powerful, causing ripples in the voids in all directions.

"Three punches? What a big tone!"

Tang Hao replied coldly.

Instead of retreating, he walked forward, clenched his fists with his right hand and rushed towards him.

Bang!

There was a shocking sound.

The two fists collided firmly, and with the collision point as the center, a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye opened up in anger.

Yan Nanfei had a look of contempt, but at this moment, his face suddenly changed, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

How could this guy be so powerful?

In an instant, a storm broke out in his heart. He thought that if this punch was going to be too late, he flew out in a mess by him, but now he seemed to have encountered an iron wall and his opponent did not move at all.

Moreover, a terrifying force came from the opponent's fist, easily tearing his power apart, and it was like a mountain collapse and tsunami, rushing wildly.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his face gradually turned red. After a moment, he groaned, and could no longer hold on and was shocked to death.

Dingdeng!

After landing, he took more than ten steps in a row, and then he barely stabilized his body and looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, everyone from all over the world was stunned and looked shocked.

how so?

Shouldn’t the one named Tang be shaken by a punch? Why is it going back on the other side now?

When fighting for the body, Yan Nanfei couldn't beat a boy from the lower world?

"What Holy Son, but that's it!"

Tang Hao shook his wrist and sneered.

"you……"

Yan Nanfei was immediately angry and scolded, "This punch just now didn't count, it was me who was careless! Take another punch!"

He shouted loudly, rushed over again, and punched hard.

Tang Hao clenched his fists and left.

Bang!

There was another loud bang.

The two clashed again, with their fists facing each other, and their momentum collided, exploding endless light.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled groan.

Just as everyone's horrified eyes were filled with fear, the saint son of the Yan clan flew backwards again and landed in a mess.

"Lost again!"

"What's going on?"

Everyone exclaimed, full of surprise and suspicion.

The punch just now can be said to be careless, so what about this punch? Could it be that Yan Nanfei was careless again?

This is probably unreasonable!

"Sir Yan, don't let go of water!"

"You're the one with the surname Yan, can you do it?"

There was a booing sound in the crowd.

After Yan Nanfei stabilized his body, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, revealing a touch of hideousness and shame.

He is the dignified saint of the Yan clan, can he be even more powerful than an ant from the lower realm?

He roared angrily to the sky, madly urging blood. The purple divine armor on his body was even more brilliant, and a phantom of a strange beast rushed out and roared to the sky.

His aura continued to rise and continued to rise. When he reached his peak, he stomped his feet and rushed out again, gathering his strength and punched him.

Tang Hao's expression was still the same as before, and he still punched him.

Bang!

The third time the double fists were in conflict.

A muffled groan!

It was still Yan Nanfei. Although he used all his strength to use his punch, he defeated faster and more thoroughly. In the blink of an eye, he was blown away, and he even let out a whimper, spitting out blood.

He fell dozens of feet before he landed heavily.

The four directions suddenly became quiet, and the needles could be heard.

Everyone looked dull.

Three punches!

Yan Nanfei still lost, losing one punch worse than the other. But looking at his opponent, he was still so calm and unconscious, and he had not used all his strength yet.

"How could this guy's body be so strong?"

Everyone was a little shocked.

Yan Nanfei has a natural divine eye. He may not be as good as those holy sons who are born with divine bones in his body, but there is a dragon bone embedded in his body. His body is not weak among the saints. How could he be defeated so miserably?

"Can you say... that guy is born with a divine bone?"

Some people guessed.

In the lower realm, although there are few natural saints, there are not none. In the previous Blood Source Ceremony, several of them were crossed. This guy must have a natural divine bone, so his body is so strong.

"Is this the only way you can do it!"

Tang Hao walked around and stared at the saint son of the Yan clan with contempt.

Yan Nanfei gritted his teeth and his face turned pale.

"I underestimated the enemy. I didn't expect you to be so strong in body! But don't be proud. In terms of true strength, you are not my opponent!"

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, and a ruthless look appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!