"You are all waiting here, and instruct all the gang members who came over after seeing the signal to gather here. When I go to kill the little puppy from the Qing tribe, I will take you to pacify the Qing tribe. A mere Qing tribe dares to let me kill the eighth-story road gang and injured a good man who built the eighth-story road and a dozen elite cavalry. The account must be calculated carefully!" Fan Xiyou sneered.

The twelve surviving cavalry nodded quickly, stood respectfully, waiting for their friends to arrive.

Fan Xiyou closed her eyes and sensed the "qi", exploring Qingyu's "qi", and trying to pull him out of the forbidden land cluster.

"Finished." Fan Xiyou laughed, and her body soared into the sky like a shell, and crashed into the forest.

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At this time, Qingyu was covering his chest, carefully hiding in a pile of weeds. The heavy rain that poured down had already wet him, but it also covered his smell. The sound of raindrops largely covered the sound he made during his actions, so that his previous assassination was smooth.

And now, Qingyu saw the signal flares rising in the air and gritted his teeth: "Damn it, have you called a helper?"

It seems that he chose to find a way to escape. And he also wanted to find his sister. I think Fatty Hao must have taken her sister to the Baquan Gang. I hope he can find a way to save her sister before Fatty Hao returns to the Baquan Gang.

"Leave here first." Qingyu rubbed his chest, quietly emerged from the pile of weeds, looked around, and then quickly moved towards the Qing tribe.

It seemed that no one was following him? Qingyu thought secretly while running. Suddenly, he felt as if he had just gotten into the water. The air around him became sticky, which made him spend several times more effort every step.

Not only that, he felt as if a huge stone had been pressed on his body, extremely heavy.

"What's going on?" Qing Yu struggled hard, but could not get rid of this annoying feeling.

Stepping... The heavy footsteps slowly sounded. Qingyu looked along the sound and saw a tall middle-aged man walking towards him step by step. Every time the middle-aged man took a step, Qingyu felt that he was as uncomfortable as if he was stepping on his heart.

"Are you the little guy who killed more than a dozen Yingrui from my Domineering Beast Gang?" The middle-aged man looked at Qingyu and said coldly.

This tall middle-aged man is the powerful psychic realm of the Domineering Fist Gang, "Fan Xiyou".

"Hmph!" Qingyu snorted coldly. Although he was under inexplicable pressure, he still acted as an offensive posture.

"I have good qualifications, and I can stand under the pressure of my 'power'." Fan Xiyou stretched out his finger and pointed it at Qingyu: "But the ant is still ant, and I can kill you with just one finger!"

For a strong spiritual realm who has true qi, it is easy to wrap the true qi on his fingers and pierce the body defense of the "Dao Build Realm".

"Damn it, is it a strong man in the spiritual realm?" Qingyu gritted his teeth, and bloodshots flowed out from the cracks of his teeth. He had heard of the experiences of powerful men in the spiritual realm, but he did not expect that the powerful man in the spiritual realm was so strong.

He broke through to the "Seventh Level of the Dao Building Realm, Divine Power Level". However, he still had no ability to resist in the face of the "Psychic Realm". His abilities were affected by the "Power", and it was difficult for the tenth level to exert the fifth level.

"Don't make useless resistance, die obediently. I promise you won't be lonely. I will let your entire Qing tribe be buried with you soon. I want all tribes to know what the end of the people who dare to kill me, the Domineering Fist Gang will end." Fan Xiyou said cruelly.

"Qing Family Tribe, are you going to destroy our Qing Family Tribe?!" Qing Yu said gritting his teeth.

"It's up to you, you dare to kill the people from my Boxer Gang." Fan Xiyou sneered, stepped forward, and poked Qingyu's head with a finger with his right hand.

"How could it be killed by you so simply!" Qing Yu roared. Although affected by the "power", he only exerted five levels of strength. But his speed was still good. He clenched his fist and punched Fan Xiyou's finger.

Fist and finger collide.

"Crack, sizzle..."

"Ah!" Qingyu screamed in pain. Fan Xiyou's fingers were like hard diamonds, and in comparison, his fist was like tofu. A hole was poked out on his fist with one finger.

Fan Xiyou's fingers were still stabbing Qingyu steadily, trying to kill him under his fingers.

"Roar!" Between life and death, Qingyu suddenly roared loudly. His body broke free from the influence of Fan Xiyou's "power" in an instant!

In a moment, he retreated and almost avoided Fan Xiyou's fatal finger.

"Huh?" Fan Xiyou was a little surprised, but soon he turned his fingers into palms and slapped at Qingyu with reluctance. At the same time, the "momentum" increased several times and pressed hard towards Qingyu.

Bang! This palm hit Qingyu hard. Qingyu only had time to cross his hands in front of his chest, and Fan Xiyou's palm hit his arms.

A cold true energy surged from this palm, breaking through Qingyu's body's defense and the hidden power of protecting the body in one fell swoop.

Qingyu felt his arms shattered suddenly, and his whole body was even shot out...

"Is this the strength of a powerful man in the spiritual realm?" Qingyu vomited a mouthful of blood in the air, and his consciousness became blurred.

"I can't die, I can't fall into a coma. I have to save my sister, and the Qing tribe! I want to be awake!" Qingyu tried hard to keep his consciousness clear. He wanted to be strong in his heart, but his body was weak.

"Isn't dead yet?" Seeing that Qingyu in the air still had a breath, his vitality still remained unbroken. Fan Xiyou frowned: "This guy's vitality is really tenacious, but no matter how tenacious vitality is, it's useless."

After saying that, he clasped his palm into a fist, stepped forward a few steps and chased Qingyu in the air, and punched Qingyu: "It's just right, just use your head as my greeting to the Qing tribe."

"We Qing tribe appreciate your kindness, so you don't have to be polite. In addition, this is the greeting I will give you!" Suddenly, a voice sounded in Fan Xiyou's ears!

Fan Xiyou's whole body suddenly became cold! Who? Who could get close to him, but he didn't notice it at all?!

On the left? He wanted to turn his head, but a mysterious and golden fist had hit him in the side face.

"Boom!" The big fist of his casserole deformed his entire face!

The power on Xuanjin's fist was huge and domineering. The surging true energy from it suddenly offset the protective true energy in his body. The huge force on the fist even knocked him out, just like he slapped Qingyu with one palm!

Is it a strong man in the spiritual realm? Fan Xiyou felt the true energy coming from his fist and thought in surprise.

The next moment, with a "swoosh!", a golden figure moved quickly, lifting Qingyu who had fallen to the ground and placing him on a lawn next to him.

Fan Xiyou was a powerful psychic realm after all. He flipped his side in the air and steadily to the ground. He raised his eyes and stared at the figure who gave him an old fist.

The one who appeared in front of him was a boy with a uniform figure, not tall, with a pair of black gold metal arm guards on his arms...

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