The black mist dissipated in the air. Although it was the first time to fight with such a force, Xia Fan was not alarmed or panicked.

He raised his fist again, looking at the black fog rolled together with a eager mood, before he could gather, the heat on his fist was in urgent need of catharsis.

As soon as his fist came out, he hit the black fog.

It seemed like a strong wind blew, and the strong wind blew in the poplar forest. Zhou Feng appeared in this wind, hitting the poplar trees, breaking several poplar trees one after another.

Xia Fan stood there, and the punch just now did not satisfy him, and he felt that he had not used much force.

After the punch was fired, it mobilized a lot of passion in his heart. He looked at Zhou Feng expectantly, hoping that the other party could stand up and fight him.

After standing for a while, the other party did not move at all, and still half of his body fell into the soil.

Xia Fan frowned and walked forward, but he felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

No, I won't be beaten to death.

With this feeling, when I saw Zhou Feng half of his body sank into the ground, he was no longer as a human being, and he could not die any more.

"Why are you so weak? You are a monk!"

The ominous premonition in his heart was confirmed, which made him very unhappy. He felt that the blood on his body was extinguished by a basin of cold water.

"Smacking"

Brother Xia Fan was indeed a master among the masters. When he saw the wonderful punch again, Xiaohu was very happy and applauded from the side.

Bang.

The iron hammer floating above Jiang Ju and Song Biao fell off, smashing two big bags of their heads.

But they didn't notice it, just stared at this scene blankly. When they heard the applause, they subconsciously raised their hands. Should we applaud too?

Hum? What is this?

However, Xia Fan searched Zhou Feng's body and looked at the other party's clothes being torn and hoped that the things were not broken. He thought silently.

After exploring for a long time, I only found two thin books on him, and nothing else was there.

This made Xia Fan very depressed. How could it not be? This is unscientific. What about the Sumeru bag and the Qiankun bag that the monk carried with him?

After searching for a while, there was really nothing else, Xia Fan had to give up plundering, wiped his hands, stood up, walked towards Xiaohu, and looked at the two books he got.

An old pamper book body, four vigorous and simple words "Nine Yang Divine Sword" on the cover are in sight.

Yohe, I can actually understand it. Chinese culture is indeed profound and excellent!

Xia Fan exclaimed and looked at it curiously. This book was indeed a martial arts secret book, and it was also a swordsmanship secret book. Judging from the name, it should be quite powerful.

He flipped it casually and put it down. He was just curious about what martial arts secrets looked like. As for cultivation, he was not interested in what his opponents would lose.

Another ordinary book without any cover. When you open it, you can see clearly excerpts and copied words. The cruel and bloody content inside is uncomfortable.

This should have been a magic skill that Zhou Feng had excerpted from somewhere. The method used to practice the magic skill is very sinister and cruel.

He closed the secret book and clenched it with his right hand. The magic skill excerpted became ashes. He let go of his fists and the ashes drifted away with the wind.

"Don't you like practicing swords? Look, let's practice this sword technique for you."

Xia Fan touched Xiaohu's head and stuffed the secret book of the Nine Yang Divine Sword into his hands.

Jiang Ju and Song Biao stared at the shallow secrets in Xiaohu's hands, and their eyes revealed a sense of envy. There was indeed a peerless secrets in this place, but unfortunately they couldn't get them.

As for seeing this master destroy another secret book just now, they were curious, but they didn't dare to ask.

The two of them hurried forward, bent down and clasped their fists and said in unison:

"We have no idea about Mount Tai. Thank you for your help!"

They both knew that if this master took action one point later, they would die.

Xia Fan nodded.

"I can't forget the grace of saving my life. There are only so many things I have with me. Masters can follow us back to Puzhou City. Although I can't repay the grace of saving my life, I will do my best to satisfy you!"

The two took out silver and a gold ingot from their arms. Seeing that he did not reach out to pick it up, they had to put it respectfully in front of him.

"We are back to Puzhou City. If the master is interested, he can take the time to go to Puzhou. In addition to repaying his life-saving grace, Puzhou will hold a martial arts meeting soon, and there will be many masters in Jinzhou, which may make you feel happy."

At that time, Xia Fan muttered Zhou Feng too weak and they naturally heard the words.

Seeing that they were sincere and showed great respect for saving their lives, they said nothing and nodded to show that they knew.

As for martial arts, he was not very interested. It should be a competition for ordinary people in the martial arts world. If he goes, wouldn’t this be bullying? After all, even the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage can’t withstand him a punch.

Jiang Gui and Song Biao bent down again and clasped their fists. Finally, they looked at the secret book in Xiaohu's hand with nostalgic eyes. They sighed in their hearts that they would not get any benefits if they lost their weapons during this trip.

However, when I met the legendary monk and the unfathomable master, it was not in vain.
Chapter completed!