Zhuang Xiong heard someone shouting that it was in a meeting, and he couldn't help but curl his lips disdainfully, saying, "A group of combat madmen with muscles in their minds. I think the chance of fighting is higher than meetings." But time couldn't allow him to continue thinking. Before he finished speaking, a black shadow was already rushing towards him with a sharp wind sound. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but shout "Damn it, it's so fast." He raised his hand and was knocked away by a blow in a hurry. He couldn't help feeling a little stuffy in his chest. He was about to stand firm and fight back, but suddenly a tornado rose up flat on the ground and rolled Zhuang Xiong into the sky.

Zhuang Xiong was only dizzy and rolled his eyes when he fell to the ground. Damn it, although he didn't know what crazy this group of people was going, and strategically transfer first, we were just here to train combat experience, not to ask for abuse? Zhuang Xiong's thoughts instantly, and when he landed, he used a ground escape technique. Who knew that he had gone forward for only a hundred meters, and he felt that the earth seemed to solidify a lot, and it was difficult to move forward. He couldn't help but secretly complain: Houtu, you are a gentle and compassionate person famous in later generations, why did you take action so ruthlessly? But this guy seemed to have forgotten that he sneaked to the Pangu Temple of the Witch Clan, who knew he was here to make something? I don't know if this guy had used his brain at that time? He dared to expose himself like this. He really thought he wanted to exercise, so the ancestor witch would accompany him to exercise obediently? Anyway, it seems that the Witch Clan's reaction was to catch him and beat him to death, including the gentle Houtu.

Zhuang Xiong was inactive underground, and violent attacks occurred on the spot. He roared and burst out from the ground, soaring into the sky and was about to drive the clouds. Who knew that before he could drive the clouds, he felt that the surroundings seemed to be dark, and then the light suddenly became bright. Time seemed to pause for a moment. When Zhuang Xiong came to his senses, three consecutive lightning flashes and two thunders exploded on his body. Although he could not cause any major damage to Zhuang Xiong, he couldn't help but feel numb all over. When he was trembling, heavy rain poured down, pouring Zhuang Xiong into a drop of soup, and then, he frozen Zhuang Xiong into a piece of ice.

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but cry without tears. He was furious. His violent force suddenly erupted, instantly raising the ice cubes and bursting. He didn't even look at the sky that suddenly turned into a fire in the sky. He used his way to move on and then left. These ancestor witches are all crazy now, so let's come back another day. The ancestor witches' magical powers are like instincts. Zhuang Xiong also needs magical power to control them with magical powers. Learning the principles. The ancestor witches are called and then wielded away. There is no reason. It's just that. The so-called increase in cultivation is just a control range, a power level, etc. This is purely a model for the Heavenly Dao or a saint. No wonder the boss of the Heavenly Dao wanted to destroy them.

However, the ancestor witches would not let him leave like this. The flames, lightning, thunder, ice needles and others in the sky almost ran after Zhuang Xiong's butt. Di Jiang was even more 280,000 miles away, chasing him firmly. Zhuang Xiong also figured out why such an encounter occurred, and he felt even more regretful: "I'm careless, careless, I pity my reputation for life. It's just ruined it. Fortunately, I haven't revealed my true identity, otherwise I would have become a laughing stock in the prehistoric world. How could I have the right to see people?" By the way, is this really okay for this guy to run away while wandering?

Although Zhuang Xiong was distracted, he still felt a gust of wind rushing behind his head and did not dare to look closely. He swung his fist and hit him with all his strength. However, he didn't expect that the figure behind him flashed and disappeared in an instant. A big man rolled up a gust of wind and slashed his sword. Zhuang Xiong could rush over at this time, but there were more ancestral witches chasing him behind him! Zhuang Xiong said that Yali was very big and could only wave his hand. When he lifted his hands, he took out the black Qiankun stick, which turned into a black, and stood in the air. A sound of weapons clashing, Zhuang Xiong felt that his arms sank, and the pressure did not seem to be too exaggerated. However, the evil wind behind him rushed straight behind him again. Zhuang Xiong raised his foot to kick the big man with a knife. Qiankun stick waved and smashed it behind him, but he felt that the evil wind retreated instantly, and Qiankun stick swung in vain.

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help frowning. He could never go like this anymore. He was always led by someone. Zhuang Xiong frowned, and suddenly roared, and he was extremely fast moving. He instantly put aside the man with a knife and fought with the Dijiang who was always staring at the fastest behind his head. It turned out that Zhuang Xiong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he actually combined the road skills with some space skills and combat body techniques to use them for small-scale maneuvers, which really worked. It can be seen that actual combat is really the best teacher for people. Even Zhuang Xiong, who is almost a novice in actual combat, will he know how to adapt in just a little time. (A tragic author cried, I also made progress in actual combat, all of which were shot by bricks. Zhuang Xiong was furious. Is someone slapped you? If you are in a bad mood, I will make me so sad? The author is guilty and improving.)

Dijiang and Zhuang Xiong fought quickly, sometimes like flowing lights flying, dragging the long tail flames and rolling up countless smoke and dust, sometimes like starlight flashing. I just saw the fight in the sky, but it flashed to the ground soon, and suddenly it was in front and behind. The sword-holding man couldn't get in. He just stood with the knife on one side, watching the battle quietly, and seemed to be guarding against Zhuang Xiong to escape.

Zhuang Xiong fought so well in this battle. Although he had been hit by countless old fists, he could feel that he was making rapid progress. He simply put away the Qiankun stick and fought against the enemy with just one pair of fists. With his body polished for countless years, he could even fight to the right side of the battle, without a chance to decide the outcome. During the battle, a voice came from afar: "Brother, don't beat him to death. Leave it for me to play!"

Zhuang Xiong was so angry that he heard it. The black line crawled all over his forehead. What does it mean to not kill him? What does it mean to leave it to you? Playing with it? Zhuang Xiong angrily distributed a trace of soul and swept over, but saw a red-colored Zhang Fei running towards him. Yes, it was OK, if it was Li Kui, it would be OK, but the red hair and excited eyes were full of violence and danger. There was also a man in coarse linen next to him. Although he didn't shout, he knew that he had the same idea as the man in red, but he wanted to use the time of speaking to speed up and rush into the battlefield. There was also a man with a blue face, surrounded by lightning and face with helplessness. He was also accelerating.

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but realize that it was Zhu Rong, the legendary fire god Zhu Rong and Gonggong, Gonggong, the most fighting god in the legend, right? The green and red man surrounded by lightning, thought it was the very mouth-written Xizi among the twelve ancestor witches. In a blink of an eye, Zhu Rong Gonggong had rushed to the front. The two of them roared and rushed into the field with a loud shout. Di Jiang seemed to have intentionally escaped and tightly entangled Zhuang Xiong. Although Zhuang Xiong was helpless, he was not as powerful as a battle at this time, so he could only watch himself being turned around helplessly, and was thrown to Zhu Rong and Gonggong two violent men like goods by Di Jiang.

However, Xizi did not take action. After Di Jiang came to an end, the two of them were muttering something. Zhuang Xiong only heard a few words such as "Transferring the tiger away from the mountain", "Hou Tu", "There has been transferred", "Nothing has happened". He knew that it was his negligence and made the matter big, so he rolled his eyes, but he didn't have time to complain. Gonggong Zhurong had already forced him into a hurry. Gonggong Zhurong was a water god fire god that was circulated in ancient times, and he did not disappoint the title of violent men. His fighting style was really violent. In addition, the two levels of ice and fire made Zhuang Xiong feel embarrassed, but he didn't want to use his magic power. After all, he was here to train his combat experience. He had just had a little sign, and he could not waste all his previous efforts.

Gonggong Zhurong seemed to enjoy this kind of fighting style that was so fist-to-heart, and there was no such thing as fire and water. Of course, due to attributes, his breath was full of explosive fire or cold water, but there was no way. With Zhurong and Gonggong's cooperation, Zhuang Xiong's combat experience was also rapidly improving. He was born with Pangu Kaitian's combat skills, of course extraordinary. After a few hours, although he was still punched a few times, he was also very excited. At this time, several other ancestor witches also arrived one by one. Di Jiang and gentle elder sister Houtu, and the ice-faced Xuan Ming muttered again, while the other ancestor witches formed a circle, vaguely surrounding Zhuang Xiong in the middle.

Zhuang Xiong didn't care. The Twelve Ancestor Witches were originally transformed by Pangu's twelve drops of essence and blood to absorb the turbid air from the earth. They were affected by the turbid air. Although they were extremely powerful and had a natural strength, most of them were made of muscles in their brains. Only the spatial attributes of Dijiang and the earth attributes that were of the same origin as Houtu were not affected much. Therefore, the two of them were able to remain calm most of the time, and the witch tribe generally had their decisions for major events. Dijiang was originally the eldest brother of the twelve people. His speed was reached to the limit, but no one could do anything about him. Houtu was in line with the origin of the earth. Perhaps Pangu's great god also had more earth attributes, plus brother

My brothers love my younger sister, so the ancestor witches are basically convinced by the words of these two people. In fact, there is another Zhulong who is not affected by the turbid air, but this guy is called the time witch, but the influence range is very small, and he is better at light and darkness. Therefore, his personality is also unstable. The ancestor witches cannot control his normal time well and dare not hand over important things to him. Although they are really the best in strength, they are extremely slippery when fighting, which is not to give time stagnation or something, which makes people feel very frustrated. Therefore, even if they are as crazy as Zhurong, Gonggong doesn't like to fight him. Zhulong is also very resentful.

By the way, the ancestor witches seemed to be very idle, and they watched Zhuang Xiong and Zhurong. Gonggong had been fighting for several days, as if they were watching a show. From time to time, Zhuang Xiong was extremely depressed. He just had a dark face and fought hard with the two, regardless of rules and taboos, such as the broken son and grandson feet, monkey stealing peaches, two dragons playing with pearls, etc., and they could do whatever they could. Zhurong Gonggong didn't care about it. It seemed that he had been familiar with these moves for a long time. It was so easy to deal with them. However, Zhuang Xiong, a person who used sinister moves, became angry.

After more than a month, Zhuang Xiong's moves gradually became more and more rounded, and finally began to adapt to the attacks of the two, absorbed their combat experience, and gradually began to fight back. Zhuang Xiong's physical strength was already slightly higher than that of the ancestor witch. At this time, his posture was very wide and powerful. He swept across the power of a king and overwhelmed the two of them. He was so angry that Gonggong and Zhurong and the two of them were scolded by the perverts. The several ancestor witches who were watching were full of light and eager to try.

Liang was so angry that he couldn't help it. He rushed up and shouted, "Two brothers, I'll help you." When he came up, he was a punch with thunder. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but secretly complained: He was also an incongruent person. He started to act first and then spoke, and didn't say hello to me. However, he was not afraid in his hand. Turning around, he waved his tail and forced Qiang Liang back two steps. Qiang Liang shouted "Happy" and rushed up again in a blink of an eye.

Zhuang Xiong snorted coldly, not polite, but he adapted to the rhythm of the battle in a moment. After all, his strength was higher than that of several people. The Qiankun Martial Arts was also extraordinary and Pangu Kaitian Warfare, and he could still have the upper hand. On the other side, Wu was about to rush up with Qiangliang, but Qiangliang snatched him first. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. Seeing the situation at this time, he turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed into the battlefield. In this way, Wu was the ancestor of the wind that day. He was surrounded by several people at a glance. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help feeling the pressure. He was much more difficult for a while and could only defend first, and he could only take a few moves when he saw the opportunity. For a moment, the battle situation couldn't help but fall into a stalemate.

Time flies, and thousands of years have passed without realizing it. Zhuang Xiong guessed that Emperor Jiang Houtu must have understood what he did. Seeing that he is strong, he didn't want to create more powerful enemies or felt that he was actually not malicious and did not cause any losses to the witch clan. So he generously let him go. Perhaps, he felt that it was actually a good thing to find a toy with such strength for a group of brothers who only know how to fight and cause trouble every day. Zhuang Xiong thought that the last one would be more likely. Although he was unwilling to face such a cruel fact, first, he needed the twelve ancestor witches to increase his practical experience, second, the twelve ancestor witches could take turns to fight, while the tragic Zhuang Xiong was alone, already full of wind and frost and unable to complain.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches didn't give him any rest time. Every time they felt that he was almost done, they would give him time to eat a spirit fruit, drink a little wine, and take a few breaths. Everyone was standing next to him with a strange smile, making Zhuang Xiong look at him with an extremely annoying look. I felt that he had almost rested, so I rushed forward again. With the eyes of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Zhuang Xiong felt that he was spending nervousness every moment. Although his combat experience was growing rapidly, was there no more comfortable way? Zhuang Xiong sometimes even felt that he was purely coming to find abuse. Could it be that he would fight with the Sanqing, try their Nine-Turn Mysterious Art, or kill a few little demons? Why did he come here?

Just as Zhuang Xiong was shaking on the verge of collapse, his strength was constantly improving. Even if five or six ancestor witches joined together, Zhuang Xiong, whose eyes were like fire-breathing, could be suppressed. Sometimes, Zhuang Xiong was also able to advance and retreat in moderation and fight with great enthusiasm. As long as Zhuang Long's pervert does not join, Zhuang Xiong can even gain a little advantage. Of course, he will be beaten back to his original form without using a thousand moves. But he still failed unexpectedly. Only Houtu and Dijiang had never joined the battle later, but Zhuang Xiong could not know his strength for a while.
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