A grim smile appeared on Shen Wuji's face: "Meng Qiu, you are so bold. Last time, I dared to reject Senior Brother Qiao. Today I will teach you a lesson. I will beat you into a dead dog first and mention it to Senior Brother Qiao, and see what else you have to say."

Meng Qiu has long been different from the past. He raised his eyebrows and showed a sneer. It happened that he had made great progress recently, trying to find someone to try his strength and increase his practical experience. He was suffering from no opponent. Unexpectedly, Shen Wuji, the tycoon, came to him on his own initiative.

"Is that so? Do you want to beat me into a dead dog?" Meng Qiu looked at the other party with a smile. His attitude surprised Shen Wuji.

Shen Wuji thought that he would suddenly come and scare Meng Qiu to death. He would not kneel down and beg for mercy, but he had to run away in panic. Unexpectedly, Meng Qiu was as calm as usual, which made him feel a little embarrassed and shouted: "Good boy, I'll beat you if you have become abilities!"

While speaking, his body rushed forward and stepped forward a few steps to Meng Qiu. He punched a few feet apart. The wind whistled and broke through the air. He used the Tiger King Fist as soon as he made a move.

Meng Qiu's eyes flashed with a splendor, staring at the amazing punch, standing there without dodging or dodging.

"Haha, the man surnamed Meng was frightened!" Shen Wuji laughed in his heart, and his move became even more vicious. The force of the fist locked his chest. This punch was bound to break Meng Qiu's sternum. In less than half a year, he would not recover: "Men, don't blame me. If you don't want your life today, I will be merciless."

However, at the critical moment, seeing Shen Wuji's punch was about to hit, Meng Qiu suddenly moved, the figure was floating like a ghost, and was rushed away by the fist wind and moved horizontally.

"What!" Shen Wuji screamed in surprise, and felt that Meng Qiu disappeared in front of him. Then before he could think about what was going on, a fierce wind came from behind him. When he looked back, he found that Meng Qiu was calling, which was exactly the same as his move just now.

"Not good!" Shen Wuji thought to himself, unable to figure out when Meng Qiu had refined the Tiger King Fist. After taking his busy schedule, he took action to resist. In an instant, the two fists collided, making a thunderous movement. With a bang, the winner was decided. Meng Qiu stood on the ground without moving, and Shen Wuji ohed all over, covering his wrist, treading and taking four steps in a row, his wrist was bent out, and he was shocked.

Shen Wuji's face was pale, cold sweat appeared on his head, and his face was full of shock and disbelief: "How is it possible? The man surnamed Meng is obviously a waste, how could he have such great energy? He really saw a ghost."

This shocked everyone. Shen Wuji has always been the top-ranking figure among the black-clothed demon disciples. As soon as he made a move, he was waiting to watch the show. Unexpectedly, Meng Qiu broke his wrist with one move. This was too incredible and had no reason at all.

Only Meng Qiu stood on the spot with a smile on her face: "Shen Wuji, how about it? Aren't you going to beat me into a dead dog?"

"You..." Shen Wuji's face was flushed and red. He gritted his teeth tightly, but did not dare to talk back. The strength that Meng Qiu showed just now made him extremely afraid. He didn't know what adventure Meng Qiu had, but he was sure that he was definitely not an opponent. If he continued to be stubborn, he would only suffer more.

"Damn it, my surname is Meng, little beast, wait and see! Senior Brother Qiao has already become a Yin God and has been promoted to a purple-clothed demon disciple. Now you are arrogant. When I report to Senior Brother Qiao, you will die without a place to die!" Shen Wuji made a secret idea in his heart, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were full of resentment, and he stared at Meng Qiu fiercely.

"Is there nothing to say?" Meng Qiu snorted, and without looking at Shen Wuji, he flashed and ran into the forest, without seeing him in a blink of an eye.

The mountains and forests were dense and complex, but Meng Qiu had just defeated Shen Wuji with one move, which made him excited and his speed increased again, reaching an unprecedented level. He flew away in one breath and ran for dozens of miles. When he reached a waterfall, he stopped and adjusted his breathing slightly.

"It seems that the combination of Tiger King Fist and Eternal Step is indeed the best combination. Shen Wuji's skills are still above me. Unfortunately, his body and boxing skills are not as good as me. Tiger King Fist has reached the third level. When he really started to use his hands, he not only failed, but he lost in one move and was shocked by me. However, I have not reached the limit yet. The speed of the Eternal Step still has room to improve, and the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants skills should also be improved as soon as possible. I can see if I can reach a higher level with the help of the jade talisman." Meng Qiu thought silently in his heart, quickly threw Shen Wuji behind his head, then flew and jumped under the waterfall.

This is the treasure land of practice that Meng Qiu discovered in recent days. The waterfall is dozens of feet high. The waterfall rushes down and makes a rumbling sound, like a giant hammer pounding. The powerful water flow creates a huge impact force under the waterfall. Meng Qiu chose to practice here to use the waterfall to stimulate his potential and thoroughly master the essence of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants.

As soon as he jumped into the water, he immediately felt a huge force coming. Fortunately, this was not the first time. He immediately sank the dantian, his feet were fixed at the bottom of the water, and then turned his true energy, and the dragon roar and elephant sound came from his body, fighting against the natural power under the waterfall torrent.

In this case, Meng Qiu activated the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephant Art to consume the true energy very quickly, but the speed of operation exceeded the usual, causing his meridians, flesh, bone marrow, and skin to tremble slightly, which was a sign that his body reached its limit. Meng Qiu still entered into a state of meditation and endured silently, tried his best to maintain it, and used all his strength to fight the power of the waterfall impact.

I don’t know how long it took, Meng Qiu’s mind was no longer clear. Under the chaotic water, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and only focused on pursuing the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants. Until his true energy was exhausted and his internal breath could not be maintained, he finally jumped out of the water.

At this moment, Meng Qiu's blood was bulging, but his face turned pale and he was breathing heavily, but his eyes were still full of energy.

After resting on the shore for a while, he jumped into the water again, and repeated three times. He saw that it was getting dark, but he returned to Yuntou Mountain. But as soon as he entered Yuntou Mountain, he met a group of people in front of Xuanjing Tower. These people were all black-clothed demon disciples, but Meng Qiu did not know them. There were many disciples in Yuntou Mountain, and it was not uncommon to not know each other.

Meng Qiu wanted to walk over directly, but suddenly heard one of the people shouting excitedly: "What my senior brother said seriously? Is the iron corpse Taoist in Erlong Mountain really beaten to be disabled?"

Meng Qiu was stunned immediately and couldn't help but stop. The Iron Corpse Taoist mentioned by the man was a well-known casual cultivator in eastern Zhejiang. In addition to the five evil sects in eastern Zhejiang, there are many casual cultivators who practice alone and pass on their own. The Iron Corpse Taoist is one of them. He practices the Seven Evil Aura of Iron Corpse, and is very powerful.

"Yes, the reliable news of my just now, the Iron Corpse Taoist died at the hands of a disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect. The man seemed to be named Han Li. He used the eight corpse refining methods to control the twelve corpse demons. In just a moment, he took one of the iron Corpse Taoist's arm, arrogant and extremely fierce."

"No! The Iron Corpse Taoist is a master in the early stage of the Soul. He is powerful and not easy to do so. How could he be defeated by Han Li in the late stage of the Yin God?"

"Junior Brother Chen, you think it's impossible, but Han Li of the Corpse Refining Sect did it. This is not a secret, it has been spread. How could it be fake? But then again, Han Li's ability to win was also taking advantage of his twelve purple evil corpse demons, otherwise he would not have been able to easily defeat the Iron Corpse Taoist."

Meng Qiu watched these people walk over, and his heart moved slightly, thinking of Han Li.

Han Li is a rising star in the Corpse Refining Sect. He has made a splash in his career for only three or four years. He has made a splash and made a thrilling move. He has also mastered the twelve purple evil corpse demons, and has been manipulated and flew to the earth. His combat power is even chasing the elder brother of the Corpse Refining Sect, the senior brother of the Corpse Refining Sect.

The reason why Meng Qiu cared so much when he heard this news was because three years ago, he had just arrived in Yuntou Mountain and had met Han Li. Han Li was taken by an elder of the Corpse Refining Sect, and he had just started and had a round head. At that time, the elder of the Corpse Refining Sect once said that Han Li was a genius and would definitely shine. Unexpectedly, it was fulfilled in just three years, and he challenged the challenge and made a big splash.
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