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Chapter 37 The Real Power of the Root Bone Realm
"you……"

Wan Zeng's face was bloody and bloody, and his whole body felt dizzy. When he just got up and was about to say something, he felt a chill from a heavy object being chopped from the top of his head.

He quickly shut his mouth, and used the phantom step to dodge to the side, leaving a phantom in place.

call!Boom! !

The pear blossom mountain ax fell in the air, chopped up the phantom, and smashed it hard into the ground.

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows, and glanced to the side.

I saw Wan Zeng's right hand twitching his fingers, grabbing towards his left arm like lightly breaking a plum blossom.

Yan Jiye raised his left arm, and grabbed Wan Zeng with his angry dog ​​paw with a phantom angry dog.

Click! !
The two hands collided, and there was a click, and Wan Zeng felt another huge force just like before, which was transmitted from his right hand through his arm to his body, knocking him out, like a wild goose with broken wings smashing into a building.

Wooden buildings slammed into dust and dust.

Yan Ji frowned slightly, and felt the pain from the wound on his left shoulder, which was the sword wound from the previous robbery that had not fully recovered.

He dragged the pear blossom mountain ax backwards, and strode towards the direction where Wan Zeng fell, with heavy steps, pounding on Wan Zeng's heart.

"How can you be so strong? You have only just entered the flesh and blood realm..."

Wan Zeng's left arm was twisted and deformed, and he looked up at Yan Ji with difficulty.

Yan Ji was too lazy to talk nonsense, so as not to have too many dreams in the night, he raised the ax and chopped it on Wan Zeng's neck.

Heads rolled down, blood spattered.

When Wang Shaofeng arrived, he happened to see this scene.

Yan Ji walked out of the ruins expressionlessly holding Wan Zeng's head.

Seeing the bloody and almost unrecognizable face, Wang Shaofeng vaguely remembered Wan Zeng's disdain and arrogance before he came.

The task assigned by the big boss in the tone and this competition are like picking something out of a bag.

However, Wang Shaofeng didn't feel any sadness because of Wan Zeng's death, only anger in his heart.

"Wan Zeng, this arrogant guy, agreed to let me see how he completes the task? You have the spirit of a warrior and are so proud. Don't talk about completing the task. Can you stop getting your head caught while I'm chasing you? Chop it off!"

Even though he thought so, Wang Shaofeng knew that Wan Zeng was not Yan Ji's opponent, so he was even more so, and fled directly in the direction he came from.

Seeing Wang Shaofeng who wanted to escape, Yan Ji gave a smirk and wanted to catch up, otherwise he would not be able to absorb Wan Zeng's corpse.

"stop!"

At this moment, two angry voices came from afar, Yan Ji turned his head to look, and saw four figures rushing towards him, among them the two big bosses Deng Rui and Liao Wuji who shouted.

The two of them were furious and rushed forward, as if they wanted to tear Yan Ji in half.

One person uses a sword, which is sharp to pierce the skin, and the other uses a hammer to crush Mount Tai.

Yan Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt the power of the two men's attacks, which made him unable to move, which was not what Huang Ke felt when he was testing him before.

Is this the true strength of a warrior in the Root Bone Realm?
Yan Ji's body was hard to dodge, and this thought involuntarily appeared in his mind.

This was his first real attack against the Root Bone Realm.

Root Realm!Root Realm!
If Yan Ji felt that he could still compete with the root bone realm before, now he has no such idea at all.

He faced the Root Bone Realm as if Wan Zeng and others faced him, struggling and resisting were futile.

"I won't die this time, I must make the four-star copy card of retreating Mu Changshan!"

He roared in his heart, dispelling the fear of imminent death, and threw his body to the side with all his strength.

"Haha! Liao Wuji, Deng Ruiyi and the others want to bully the small with the big?"

Huang Ke laughed, and Zhong Ming stopped Liao Wuji with a knife and Deng Rui with a palm.

The four people collided, and there was a huge roar, which lasted endlessly, and the aftermath of the shock actually swept Yan Ji who had fallen on the ground directly, and fell into the ruins he just hit, with the head in his hand rolling to the side .

Seeing this, Wang Shaofeng, who had fled before, stopped running away and hid in the distance to wait and see.

"Huang Ke, how dare you stop me? This kid killed Wan Zeng, my subordinate, but it is a capital offense!" Liao Wuji's gray hair was a little messy, his eyes widened, and he glared at Huang Ke.

"Hey! Liao Wuji, you still want to rely on your old man to sell your old man in front of Lao Tzu? Didn't you get better after receiving Lao Tzu's tiger sword technique in the last competition? As for the death penalty, since when did our Black Village have such a rule? If you don't have enough strength, you dare to come and provoke me!" Huang Ke sneered.

Liao Wuji's face was gloomy. He knew that with Huang Ke around, he would not be able to kill Yan Ji today. Especially this time, Wan Zeng was the first to strike. There was no reason for him to stand on the commanding heights.

Originally, he wanted to rush over after his subordinates came to report the news, but Huang Ke also noticed something, and followed him like a dog's skin plaster.

Compared with Liao Wuji, Deng Rui's complexion is slightly better, after all, Wang Shaofeng is not dead yet, which makes his face look better.

As for Zhong Ming, there was a smile on his face, and he looked at Yan Ji with appreciation.

This time Yan Ji killed Wan Zeng, but he gave him a bad breath.

"Hmph! Huang Ke, just wait and see!" Liao Wuji snorted coldly, put down his harsh words, picked up Wan Zeng's body and head, and left.

Deng Rui greeted Wang Shaofeng, and left with Liao Wuji along with a group of Heishanzhai minions who came late and didn't understand the situation.

"Okay, Yan Ji boy, don't lie down, get up quickly, you have been crazy recently since you became a warrior, why are you so cowardly now?"

Huang Ke laughed and cursed at Yan Ji who was still lying motionless in the ruins.

Yan Ji opened one eye and looked around, and saw that only Huang Ke and Zhong Ming were left, as well as some black cottagers under their command, turned over, picked up the pear blossoms and opened the mountain axe, and trotted over.

"It's not that I was intimidated by the power of the boss and you, how dare I be presumptuous in front of you!" Yan Jicheng said cautiously.

"Hmph! Do you know how powerful root-bone-level warriors are now? So recently, I've been honestly consolidating my level in the village. Don't think that you are invincible just because you have a little bit of strength."

Seeing Yan Ji's appearance, Huang Ke nodded in satisfaction. The reason why he took a step slower than Liao Wuji this time was because he wanted to hit Yan Ji.

To save Yan Ji from thinking that he is the only person who has practiced the Black Mountain Magic Sutra in the Heishan Village sub-village, he will be proud and complacent, and he will be condescending, and maybe even he will be ignored by then.

Carrots and sticks, both kindness and power, is the way to control your subordinates.

"I would like to follow the teachings of the big boss. Then the big boss, the small one has decided. The small one will only get one share of the benefits distributed in this competition, and the other four will be handed over to the other small bosses. The small ones want Follow your teachings, big boss, to retreat for a period of time to consolidate your strength." Yan Ji said respectfully.

(End of this chapter)