Chapter 1781

"You... Really come from the lower boundary?"

Yan Nanfei looked surprised and suspicious.

Everyone around looked like this, and it was hard to believe.

In their impression, the lower boundary is a barren and barren place. It is difficult to be a saint. Even if there is any genius and low cultivation, how can a young demon of three robbers be born?

Moreover, there is an amazing array talent.

Such strength and talent can be the son of a family.

"Why? Don't you believe it?"

Tang Hao said coldly.

"That's not true. I'm just surprised that people like you can come out of the lower boundary!" Yan Nanfei said, "I admire you for coming from the lower world and cultivating to this level. However, the lower world is the lower world after all. It's not as good as Pangu. Although you have an amazing array talent, you're still far inferior to me in strength!"

As he spoke, he snorted, showing some disdain.

Just now, when this guy showed his strength of three robbers, he was still a little worried. He was afraid that this guy was a secret descendant cultivated by some sect, but since he came from the lower boundary, there was nothing to worry about.

In terms of realm, this guy is not inferior to him, but in terms of magical powers and techniques, he is definitely inferior to his many holy sons.

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

"People in the lower world dare to be so rampant. I think he doesn't want to live!"

All the people in the four directions laughed.

It's just a guy from the lower boundary. He doesn't have a trace of background here. He's inferior to the children of the sect. They won't have the slightest trouble if they kill this guy today.

"Why? You're great since you were born in spiritual famine. I'd like to see how many abilities you so-called saints have!"

Tang Hao looked around and drank coldly.

"Yo! You see, how rampant this guy is!"

"Don't be arrogant, Tang. There are many saints in Linghuang. No matter which one comes out, killing you is as simple as killing a dog!"

All the holy sons became angry and cried out.

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

Tang Haoleng drank.

"I don't need them. I'll do it! I'll kill you with three punches!"

Yan Nanfei snorted angrily and suddenly shot. He stamped on the soles of his feet and suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he swept in front of Tang Hao. He didn't need the purple magic gun and instead punched him.

The punch was so powerful that it made ripples in the void of the four directions.

"Three fists? What a big tone!"

Tang Hao replied coldly.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, clenched his right hand heavily, and went boldly.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

The two fists collided with each other firmly. Centered on the collision point, a circle of visible ripples opened angrily.

That Yan Nanfei originally looked contemptuous, but at the moment, his face suddenly changed, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

This guy's power... How can he be so strong?

For a moment, the storm surged in his heart. He thought that this guy would not stand the blow. He was blown out in a panic, but now he seemed to meet an iron wall, and his opponent was motionless.

Moreover, from the opponent's fist, there was a terrible force, which easily tore up his strength, and then came like a landslide and tsunami.

He clenched his teeth, and his complexion gradually turned red. A moment later, he snorted. He couldn't hold on any longer and was shocked and flew out.

Pedal pedal!

After landing, he stepped back for more than ten steps. Only then did he barely stabilize his shape and look a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, everyone in the four directions was stunned and looked stunned.

How did this happen?

Shouldn't it be Tang who was shocked by a punch? Now why the other way around?

Yan Nanfei can't fight with a boy from the lower world?

"What son, but so!"

Tang Hao lightly shook his wrist and sneered.

"You..."

Yan Nanfei immediately became angry and scolded, "this punch just now doesn't count. It's my carelessness! Take another punch!"

He let out a loud drink and rushed again with a heavy blow.

Tang Hao pinched his fist and went away.

Boom!

There was another loud noise.

The two fought again, shaking their fists, colliding with each other, and exploding the boundless glory.

Then there was a dull hum.

In the frightened eyes of the people, the son of Yan Family flew backward again and landed in a panic.

"Lost again!"

"What's going on?"

The crowd cried out and looked surprised and suspicious.

That punch just now can be said to be careless. What about this punch? Is Yan Nanfei careless again?

I'm afraid it doesn't make sense!

"Yan, don't let the water out!"

"Yan, can you?"

The crowd was booed.

After Yan Nanfei stabilized his figure, he stagnated for a moment. Then, his face was red, showing a ferocious and ashamed color.

He is the noble son of Yan nationality. Can't he compare with a mole ant from the lower world?

He roared angrily up to the sky, frantically urging his Qi and blood. The purple God armor on his body was even bigger. There was a virtual shadow of a strange animal rushing out and roaring up to the sky.

The momentum of his body soared and climbed continuously. At the moment of reaching the peak, he stamped the soles of his feet, rushed out again, gathered his strength and blew a punch.

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

Boom!

The third shake with both fists.

A dull hum!

It was Yan Nanfei. Although he did his best with this punch, he lost faster and more thoroughly. In the blink of an eye, he was blown out, and there was a whoop in his mouth, spewing blood out of his mouth.

He landed heavily after falling dozens of feet.

The four directions were suddenly quiet, and the needle dropping could be heard.

Everyone has a dull face.

Three punches!

That Yan Nanfei still lost. He lost more and more miserably with one punch. Looking at his opponent, he was still so calm and relaxed. It was clear that he had not used his full strength.

"This guy's flesh... How can it be so strong?"

Everyone was a little shocked.

That Yan Nanfei is a natural pupil of God. In his flesh, he may not be as good as those holy sons born with divine bones, but he has a keel embedded in his body, and his flesh is not weak among the holy sons. How can he be defeated so miserably?

"Can you say... That guy is born with divine bones?"

Someone guessed.

In the lower world, there are few natural saints, but it's not without them. In the previous blood source Scripture, there are several. This guy must have a natural divine bone, so the flesh is so strong.

"That's all you have!"

Tang Hao walked slowly and looked contemptuously at the son of Yan nationality.

Yan Nanfei clenched his teeth and his face turned blue.

"I underestimated the enemy. I didn't expect you to be so strong! But don't be complacent. In terms of real strength, you're not my opponent!"

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, showing a cruel color on his face.

"I'll let you have a taste of my powerful eyes!"