Chapter 2007 Yuanying Vs. Yuanying

Qing Yizi behind was also full of surprise. He never expected that Qingyang was actually a god-transforming monk. When he was in the Strange Fire Cave, he actually spoke rudely to a god-transforming monk and even wanted to fight with him. Fortunately, The other three tribes arrived and didn't start a fight, otherwise he would have died long ago.

The situation of the human race was just the opposite. Gu Lieyang was filled with joy and surprise. What he was happy about was that the human race actually had an extra god-forming monk. Not only did the human race in Cangmu City survive the desperate situation, but the strength of the human race was greatly improved. From now on, there would be no more There is no need to be bullied by other races in Cangmu City. What's surprising is that I am also a cultivator of transforming gods. I have spent a lot of time with Qingyang and talked with him before, but I didn't realize that the other party was a cultivator of transforming gods. Could it be that Qingyang's strength is much higher than mine?

Gu Mufeng was excited with a hint of joy. The reason for his excitement was the same as Gu Lieyang. It turned out that Qingyang was a cultivator of god transformation. No wonder he could defeat even the Nascent Soul Strange Fire Bat in the Strange Fire Cave, and even more so. He even dared to break into the lair of the God-Transforming Fire Bat, and even obtained the extremely rare Different Fire Minghuang Sand. Fortunately, I didn't do anything rude before and didn't offend the savior of the human race.

Now that someone had seen through it, Qingyang stopped hiding it and withdrew the breath-holding technique. Feeling the momentum of the second level of Qingyang God Transformation, it verified Brown Ding Gong’s statement. While everyone admired Brown Ding Gong’s methods, they also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the second level of God Transformation was powerful, it was not as powerful as the five clan chiefs of Cangmu City. It's a little lower in comparison. It's not that easy for the human race to rely on him to make a comeback.

At this time, Mr. Brown Top had adapted. Without waiting for Qingyang to answer his words, he looked directly at Qingyang and continued: "No wonder you dare to stand up for the human race in Cangmu City. It turns out that you are also a cultivator of gods, but as a cultivator, the most important thing is You just have to be self-aware. If you were not injured, we would still be wary of you. Now that your meridians are damaged, your strength is probably less than 10% of your original strength. You may not even be able to defeat the Nascent Soul cultivator, so what qualifications do you have to control us? "

Jin Hanshan also saw Qingyang's problem, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart. Fortunately, the two of them came today and forced out the hidden god-transformation monks of the human race. Now both of them are injured, and it was they who took action. This is a good time and must be eradicated without leaving any further troubles. Otherwise, by the time these two people recover from their injuries, the Boil Clan will have no way of survival in Cangmu City.

Thinking of this, Jin Hanshan suddenly became much more courageous, and walked forward a few steps: "Brown Dinggong is right, monks don't know how to be patient, and I don't know how he cultivated to the realm of god transformation. Since this kid has to rush If he jumps out, how can we miss the opportunity to eliminate the root of the problem? One more person is not more, and one less person is not less. I don’t think there is any need to change our original plan. "

The brown-topped man nodded and said: "That's right. They are just a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people. They can't make any waves. We will still act according to the original plan. No one above the golden elixir will be left."

After hearing the other party's words, the hope that Gu Lieyang and his son had just risen suddenly turned into despair. They thought that with one more god-forming monk, the crisis of the human race would be easily solved, but the other party did not give them a chance at all, and they still had to face death. In the situation of genocide, even Qingyang, a great benefactor, will be implicated and die. How unfair is God? Why can't we give humans more time?

Qingyang was not as desperate as the two of them. He looked at the brown-topped male and sneered, saying: "In that case, who are you going to send up to deal with me, a person whose meridians are broken and my strength is damaged?"

Although Brown Top Gong saw that Qingyang's meridians were damaged, he could not judge how much strength Qingyang could exert. Seeing that Qingyang dared to call for battle in front of his face and seemed very confident, he had some doubts about his own judgment. I just wanted to test it out, so I waved my hand to a black monk behind me and said: "Go up and try it first. If you can win, you will be rewarded heavily."

Five late-stage Nascent Soul monks came from the Yingying clan. This black monk has the highest cultivation level, reaching the eighth level of Nascent Soul. Although he is relatively powerful among the Nascent Soul monks, he is still not as good as the Huashen monks. Fabia, in normal times, it is very rare to be able to stand up straight and talk to the God-Transformation monks openly, let alone dealing with the God-Transformation monks. I didn't expect that I would be waiting for this opportunity today.

The meridians of the cultivator of Transformation God have been cut off, and his strength is very low. If he plays well, it is not impossible to defeat the opponent. This is the cultivator of Transformation Soul. If he is captured by him, it does not matter whether the clan leader will give him a reward or not. Just this Just one honor can bring you countless benefits for the rest of your life.

Even if he couldn't deal with it, there was the Brown-crested Duke watching from the fourth level. It was impossible to watch him get hurt. He had countless honors for success, but no risk for failure. How could he miss such a good thing? The black monk shouted excitedly and rushed towards Qingyang.

However, Qingyang did not let the other party's temptation succeed. Mr. Brown Ding could send his subordinates, so why should he do it himself? When facing the Nascent Soul, isn't he half shorter than him? Qingyang was already prepared, and with a wave of his hand, a man like an iron tower appeared in front of Qingyang.

What Qingyang released was the iron-armed monkey in the Drunk Immortal Gourd. During the thirty years from Duckweed Continent to the spirit world, Qingyang's cultivation of the gods was able to transform from the second level of the gods even without pills. A minor achievement was promoted to a great achievement, not to mention the iron-armed monkey in the Drunk Immortal Gourd who was devoted to cultivation and had no shortage of elixirs? Now the strength of the iron-armed monkey has already reached the eighth level of Nascent Soul, which is a few points higher than that of the strong black monk.

The Iron Arm Monkey hadn't come out to relax for decades, nor had he fought a few good battles. For a militant like the Iron Arm Monkey, it was simply a torment. Although there was a Queen Bee who loved alcohol in the Drunken Immortal Gourd, he could only be abused by the Queen Bee who loved alcohol. Now he finally met a decent opponent, and he didn't need Qingyang's orders at all. The Iron Arm Monkey howled excitedly, and then jumped towards the black monk of the Ying Chi tribe, as if he was afraid that the other party would run away.

The black monk didn't expect to change his opponent halfway, but he didn't retreat. He soon fought with the Iron Arm Monkey. The Iron Arm Monkey's strength increased too quickly, and he hadn't experienced high-intensity battles for a long time. At the beginning of the battle, he seemed to be unfamiliar. Although his cultivation was higher, he didn't have much advantage in the process, and was even at a disadvantage.

Iron Arm Monkey is indeed a battle maniac. As time goes by, he gradually understands the opponent's tactics, becomes familiar with the opponent's methods, masters the rhythm of the battle, and becomes more and more handy in the battle. His potential is stimulated and he has begun to suppress the opponent. Anyone can see that the dark and strong monk of the Fire Wing Clan is not his opponent at all and will be defeated in no time.