Fish swimming around the world

Zhang clicked his tongue twice: "Aren't you playing like a monkey? Why are you playing like a snake again? There are really all sorts of things."

The waiter touched his head: "This snake... doesn't look like an ordinary snake..."

Zhang Mou snorted: "Do you think...that monkey is a mortal?"

The waiter was startled, and subconsciously turned around to look, only to see the three-foot-thin monkey holding a stick and looking left and right.

"this……"

Zhang frowned: "No wonder it looks familiar... If my innate energy hadn't reminded me of Kunlun, I would have almost forgotten it. In the past, I climbed Kunlun with Changmei. I seem to have seen this hozen. At that time, I was still robbing me and others. It was a gift for worshiping the mountain, but Jiuzi didn't seem to care about it, so we just let it go. Now it seems that he is not just a simple monkey..."

"From...Kunlun? So, Jiang Fan's Kunlun walking...can be confirmed."

Zhang smiled faintly: "Actually... I should have thought of it a long time ago. Apart from Kunlun, there is nowhere else to teach such a person. However, why is he so extraordinary? In the end, I still underestimated the Supreme Holy Land..."

He raised his head and looked into the distance, with thick doubts in his eyes: "Kunlun... If you don't go down the mountain, do you really want to cultivate immortality, or..."

He looked down at Jiang Fan and murmured: "Are you still...making gods?"

No one knows whether Kunlun is creating gods, but at this moment, in the eyes of all the assassins, the person in front of them seems like a god.

A total of 1,000 masters were used to seal off the city and kill Jiang this time. Except for the three leaders, there are only two Saint Realm and Five Great Masters currently participating in the interception and killing, but the rest are not below the Grandmaster Realm, but he is actually like this Into uninhabited territory!

Jiang Fan, who became violent, no longer had the aura of a war immortal that floated out of the dust. Instead, he became like a demon, and his speed suddenly increased significantly.

If this situation continues, for ten miles, it will take at most one stick of incense to penetrate Yue. This is still when there are obstacles behind him and he cannot move forward at full speed.

Therefore, the masked man in black finally became ruthless, and countless strong men swarmed forward to intercept him to the death.

Jiang Fan suddenly felt a mountain of pressure. No matter how strong he was, it would be impossible to deal with so many powerful people at the same time. He would not have the time to breathe.

So, even though no one could be injured and there were heavy casualties, his progress was forcibly stopped.

Endless anger welled up from the bottom of Jiang Fan's heart. Suddenly he looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar. The aura in his body exploded like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. His attack power suddenly doubled, and the powerful shock wave directly shook everyone within five feet in front of him.

Under the rage and pressure, nearly two hundred years of skill finally broke out without reservation, but as a result, the time left for him became even tighter. The previous huge consumption allowed him to support at most one cup of tea in this state.

Jiang Fan roared angrily: "Follow me!" The little fox and monkey immediately understood and rushed forward with Jiang Fan killing like a wild dragon.

At this time, Jiang Fan was only focused on clearing the way for those in front of him, leaving him unable to protect those behind him. As a result, the little fox and the others became the targets of each other's attacks.

Xiaoyu's figure was like lightning, spinning rapidly around the little fox, almost forming a cocoon of light, isolating external attacks.

But after all, there was a strong person who broke through Xiaoyu's defensive circle.

Just when the man's eyes were shining and he was trying to catch the little fox, a monkey suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

The monkey bared its teeth at him and smashed the five-foot stick down on his head.

The man was startled. Although he didn't think the monkey could do anything, he still subconsciously used his weapon to block it.

There was just a crisp sound, and he was actually smashed into two pieces by the soldiers and weapons, the two pieces standing upright.

The effect of the monkey's stick was like slashing with a broadsword.

What's even more shocking is that the person who was "cut" into two pieces with a stick was one of the two holy realms.

Those who attacked Little Fox and the others were all shocked. Before they had time to react, the monkey squeaked and swung the stick away, one by one, but no one survived.

Everyone who saw it was shocked. The assassins had never seen such a ferocious monkey head. The unknown and shock made many people subconsciously step back.

Zhang was also stunned: "Oh... I'm a kid with a stick..."

The waiter was even more confused: "The one you were playing with before... was this monkey?"

Fengchen was also confused, and he cursed unintentionally: "...Grandma, what's the situation?"

Yun Ruo was even more confused than them, and subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. It would probably take some trouble to kill that holy person himself...

The fierce monkey directly caused Jiang Fan to have no worries and his speed increased rapidly. If he continued his collision at this rate, he would definitely be able to reach Mount Tai within a cup of tea.

Ten miles is not a long journey for a strong martial artist, but it is indeed a long journey. Thousands of people intercepted it. Now it is more than half way, and the opponent has less than 40% left. After calculation, Jiang Fan has to go almost one mile. After killing a hundred people, the loss of innate Qi was extremely terrifying, almost falling in a straight line.

The clarity in his mind made him very clear that he could not squander so much, because he had already discovered that except for the three leaders, there was no strongest person participating in the siege. But the other party obviously would not arrange it like this, so there must be something behind it. Hands, he showed his strength when he came up, in fact, it was to force out the opponent's strong man as soon as possible.

However, the opponent has a tendency of never giving up until all of itself is exhausted. If the opponent cannot force out the opponent's strongest back-up move within half a cup of tea, things may easily change.

So Jiang Fan increased his speed again, and it was like a mad dragon rushing towards him. This speed was also the limit that the little fox could keep up with.

Grit your teeth and persist, it depends on who can resist it first.

Sure enough, less than three miles away from the gate of Taiyue Mountain, the opponent was the first to lose his patience.

Three miles, for a master-level warrior, only thirty breaths are enough. This distance is the real limit of the opponent's endurance.

So, ten powerful warriors with terrifying auras blocked the way.

Jiang Fan's mind was slightly shocked. This aura was definitely ten saints, and two of them had the best auras among others, obviously high-level great saints.

This is a strong man who is not weaker than Chai Lao!

When these ten people appeared, the other assassins did not attack again, but surrounded them from three sides, obviously not wanting to cause trouble for the ten strong men.

Jiang Fan was in high spirits, and he didn't care. He roared and rushed straight up, at least to test the depth first.

First, a short and fat bald middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, and light and shadow appeared, and a huge palm like a mountain pushed over. With a loud bang, the short and fat man retreated five steps in a row before he stood firm, and Jiang Fan was also blasted to stop.

"Is this... the Great Handprint?"

The waiter and Zhang were floating in the air less than two miles away, watching the battle from afar, but strangely, no one seemed to see them. If you look closely, you can find that the two of them are surrounded by a strange halo.

"Buddhist Tantric exercises." Zhang nodded.

"I didn't expect that the Tantric sect would also come out. The Tantric sect is the strongest fighting sect in Buddhism, and has always been personally led by the Buddha. But isn't the Buddha still in the West?"

Zhang pondered for a moment: "It seems that the bald man has not returned for a long time, and the Tantric sect finally can't sit still."