The sky in the desert of South America gradually began to light up.

This means that Zhou Geng's fight with those men in black lasted all night.

However, after a whole night of fighting, Zhou Geng still gained something, that is, among the seven people, the only two small Taoist masters, one of them had already lying on the ground and died of anger, and that face was just trampled by Zhou Geng.

Of course, Zhou Geng was not relaxed at this moment. He faced two masters in the small Dao Realm alone. He fought against all the attacks of one of them, and then he successfully killed the other.

Now the layer of animal skin on Zhou Geng's body has long become dilapidated, with only a few pieces of palm-sized leather left, which can only be used to cover up shame.

However, although Zhou Geng's image is now like the kind of person who can make money while sitting under the overpass, and he is seriously injured on his body, his posture of stepping on the face of a fifth-grade master is still full of arrogance, just like a war god falling from the sky...

When he was sure that the guy under his feet had died of anger, Zhou Geng then turned his eyes to the only person left behind him. His eyes were filled with dense bloodshots, which looked horrifying.

"Now it's your turn..."

Although his body was already very tired, Zhou Geng still had endless fighting spirit in his eyes as he stared at the man in black.

At this moment, anyone who sees Zhou Geng will feel that he is no longer a normal person, but a war machine in the true sense!

However, what made Zhou Geng feel incredible was that the next moment, the man in black shook his head and whispered in an outrageous tone, "It's enough, don't hit me anymore."

What this means is that if Zhou Geng can do this, has he completed Jiang Chen's assessment?

No, at least in Zhou Geng's opinion, he hasn't had enough fun yet!

At that moment, Zhou Geng was a little surprised for a thousandth of a moment, and soon a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, enough? I finally got excited. Now it's not enough for you to say enough!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Geng stepped on his feet and stepped on the head of the corpse into the yellow sand. Then his body suddenly burst out, like an arrow.

At the tip of the arrow, it was the only little Taoist master left among the seven people.

In fact, with Zhou Geng's current state, he was not sure of winning against a young master who was barely in his heyday. He could even say that his chances of winning were less than 50% of the time.

But Zhou Geng didn't know what was wrong at this moment, but he was very eager to have another refreshing life-threatening battle.

This is probably the kind of conceit and expansion that comes from the heart when an ordinary person suddenly gains strength.

As his figure burst out, a large piece of yellow sand seemed to be split by a machete, directly cracking a deep gully!

In just a moment, the aura on Zhou Geng's body suddenly surged and rose in the speeding sped. Before his ready-to-go punch hit the last man in black, the aura had actually risen to the fourth grade...the peak of the fourth grade...the third grade!

At this moment, the fighting spirit in Zhou Geng's mind was unprecedentedly strong, and this fighting spirit that almost made him sane and became obsessed with the evil spirit was actually the basis of the blessing of disaster. He directly relied on his indomitable punch to climb to the third level with one move!

One punch to the third rank is an unprecedented stunning feat!

When the man in black on the opposite side felt the aura that was rising on Zhou Geng's body at this moment, his eyes lit up involuntarily. But strangely, in the face of this heavy punch that could theoretically kill him with one blow, the guy's face could not see any surprise and fear, but instead he felt a little joy.

This detail fell into Zhou Geng's eyes, and of course it also made Zhou Geng feel quite confused.

No matter how confused it is, the situation has developed to this point, and Zhou Geng has to hit this punch.

If you stop now, Zhou Geng's realm will not only be unable to be consolidated, but will not only retreat thousands of miles due to the reduction of fighting spirit, but you will even suffer a serious backlash.

Besides, his punch was a full blown attack from a third-grade master. The guy on the opposite side was only a fifth-grade cultivation level. No matter how you consider the problem from any angle, he would never be able to take this punch!

Even if that guy is a fairy-grade Taoist foundation, his cultivation level is absolutely impossible to have a difference between two levels!

Could it be that guy was so kind that he used his life as a stepping stone to consolidate his cultivation? Zhou Geng suddenly had such an unrealistic idea in his mind.

But in the end, no matter what he thought, Zhou Geng's punch still rushed towards the man in black without any stopping.

But the next moment, Zhou Geng was stunned...

I saw that the guy who was clearly still had a fifth-grade cultivation aura on his body stretched out a palm and took his pledge of confidence!

"Bang!"

With a light and crisp sound, Zhou Geng's fist, which was as big as a sandbag, actually fell into the palm of the man's palm, and even the slightest fluctuation of the energy was unable to burst out.

The man's palm was like a magical black hole, swallowing all the strength above Zhou Geng's punch.

After hitting it with one punch, Zhou Geng felt like he was hitting the cotton with a strong force, and his domineering power seemed to be a muddy bull...

Just as Zhou Geng showed surprise, the man in black let go of his fist and then slowly spoke, "I said it's enough, no need to hit him."

The two of them looked at each other, and Zhou Geng's face was surprised, and the man in black who had long seen the strongest strength, so he put the last to take action, showed such an expression of Gujing Bubo from beginning to end.

Judging from his appearance, it was as if he could take Zhou Geng's full punch next time, which was not a big deal, but he had expected it.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, but Zhou Geng finally couldn't stand the cruelty of reality. He gritted his teeth and let out a roar. After stopping, he followed by a round kick.

The whistling sound of wind wrapped around his thighs as strong as steel, and his whole leg turned into a long knife, swept towards the head of the man in black opposite.

Zhou Geng was very sure of the ordinary masters of the small Taoist realm, and their heads exploded on the spot like watermelons!

However……

"Bang!"

It was still the crisp sound that was almost inaudible. Zhou Geng turned his head and saw that the man in black had just raised his forearm to block it. With only one arm, he took all his whip leg ready to go!

"No need to hit me, do you want me to say it for the fourth time?"

After blocking Zhou Geng's whip, the man still had a calm expression, and there was not even a trace of far-fetchedness on his face.

As the saying goes, things are only three. Now if you think about it carefully, it seems that if Zhou Geng is ungrateful, it will be the fourth time he has "seeking death".

Zhou Geng's mind suddenly buzzed and blankly. After a while, he suddenly seemed to have seen a ghost, and moved and retreated more than 50 meters away. Then he stared at the person opposite with a vigilant look on his face.

"You... who are you? How could an ordinary fifth-grade master have the ability of you? With your strength, I'm afraid it's more than enough to be a deacon in Jumingtang!"

"Haha, you have a good vision. When I suppressed my strength at the fifth level from the beginning, you saw that I was the strongest among the seven people, not bad..."

The man in black smiled and reached out to hold his chin when he spoke. Then, with Zhou Geng's expression full of surprise, he slowly tore off a thin piece of paper-like facial skin from the base of his chin!

After seeing the true appearance under the man's mask, Zhou Geng was stunned again, "Master...Master!"

The man in black who tore off his mask nodded silently. Judging from his appearance, he was Jiang Chen who had fought with Liu Huaidong on the back mountain of the Liu family!

"Yes, it seems that you have not slacked off in your practice during this period." Jiang Chen nodded with great satisfaction at looking at his only personal disciple.

After a brief surprise, Zhou Geng quickly jogged over three steps and two steps, kneeling in front of Jiang Chen.

"Disciples dare not let Master down!"

Jiang Chen nodded again and reached out to support him. There was a mass of invisible and intangible aura that forced Zhou Geng to kneel down on the ground.

"Your cultivation is enough now, and I can teach you my skills."

"Master, your skills?" Zhou Geng was stunned at first, and then suddenly became overjoyed.

You know, if he and Xiahou Jun, who were both called the two geniuses of Jue Mingtang, then his master, Jiang Chen, would be recognized as the monster in the entire Jue Mingtang!

Zhou Geng didn't know what his master's qualifications were, but in his opinion, at least he had to have the qualifications of immortals.

What's even more terrifying is that although Jiang Chen is only one of the nine juries in Judgment Hall, who among the four deacons dares to easily disobey his intentions?

Even among the four deacons, Xu Longxiang is the only one who is the one who is really the one who wants to do it. If he really wants to do it, he will be able to barely have a chance of getting 50% off with Jiang Chen.

As for Qiu Yan and others, who don’t know if the core senior executives of Jue Mingtang really want to fight to fight, they are actually not worthy of carrying shoes for Jiang Chen? Even if the three of them join forces, they are afraid they won’t be taken seriously by Jiang Chen.

Zhou Geng was almost sure of Jiang Chen's achievements today. In addition to his extraordinary qualifications, the skills he practiced must be no less than Liu Huaidong's Hundred Herbs Sutra!
Chapter completed!