These two people guarded the formation so that the young master could teleport immediately no matter when he came.

No matter how long you make these people wait, they will never give in.

"These barbarians really don't understand etiquette and can't communicate at all." A monk said angrily.

For some young master, they wasted an hour of the time of dozens of monks.

On the contrary, the other party took it for granted and had no sense of guilt.

If it weren't for the prohibition of violence here, these monks would have been unable to bear it any longer.

"Deacon Song, are you just going to watch?" Someone looked at the deacon responsible for maintaining the formation.

"Everyone, don't make it difficult for me. Just discuss it. I'm only responsible for opening and repairing the formation."

Deacon Song's cultivation level is not high and he looks rather cowardly.

He laughed a few times and hid far away.

"Hmph, you say that I, a barbarian, are unreasonable? Who is farting?"

At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.

Then, a strong wind roared past, like a violent storm, with overwhelming force.

Many monks were caught off guard. They were knocked back by the strong wind and almost fell down.

A figure flew into the formation with a arrogant attitude and suddenly landed on the ground.

"Whoever is dissatisfied with my blood barbarian tribe, please stand up and tell me."

This young man had a cold and arrogant expression, and his hawk-like eyes swept around him coldly.

Qin Cheng looked at the young man and saw it.

This man was extremely tall, half a head taller than the two barbarian guards. His clothes were also extremely gorgeous. Although they were still exotic clothes, they were inlaid with gold and jade, exuding a spiritual aura.

"Young Master."

Seeing this young man, the two blood barbarians looked respectful and knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Huh, didn't you make a lot of noise just now? Now that I'm here, none of you even dare to fart."

The young master said arrogantly: "They say that those of you who cultivate spiritual energy are weak and weak. Not to mention that you are far inferior to the magical skills and secrets of my blood barbarians. In the end, you will lose all your courage to practice. My father is true.

right."

"I don't care who you are, but don't be too arrogant."

"You kept me waiting for so long, and now you've got an advantage and you're acting nice."

"You really think we're afraid of you?"

The young master was ridiculed, and the cultivators suddenly became unhappy.

"I did waste your time. But it doesn't mean I can't give it back to you."

The young man sneered and said: "We blood barbarians don't talk about reason, but we talk about fists. I will activate the teleportation array and leave in a moment. If you want to leave, just punch me."

"If one punch can knock me back a step or even make me shake a few times, I will take you with me even if you have a few punches. I am afraid that you will not even have the guts to punch me."

"Punch you, and as long as you move, we can follow you."

After hearing this, all the practitioners felt their hearts move.

What the blood barbarians are good at is not various aura methods, but like ancient body refiners, all their strength lies in their bodies.

If it were a pure competition of physical strength, the cultivators would probably be no match.

But the comparison proposed by the other party is much simpler.

They didn't want to cause trouble, but this condition was imposed by the blood barbarians. Even if they injured this kid, they wouldn't be able to blame themselves.

Moreover, if you don't challenge him, when this barbarian teleports, he will definitely not bring everyone with him, so after he leaves, everyone will have to wait for another hour.

"Are you serious? As long as I beat you, I can use this formation."

A tall monk suddenly walked out.

"Of course, Deacon Song is here to testify that even if you hurt me, I, the Blood Barbarian, will not cause trouble for you." The young man said proudly.

"But you monks are all useless when it comes to body control. I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

"Among the monks, there are also different categories. They may not be as powerful as your blood barbarians."

The monk frowned and shook his head: "Then I'll ask for advice."

The blood barbarian youth opposite him was only at the seventh level of the Dividing God Realm, while he was at the eighth level. Moreover, he liked body refining very much, and he thought that his strength was at the top level among the eighth level of the Dividing God Realm.

"Stop talking nonsense, let me see if your fists scratch the itch." The young man said disdainfully.

"Hmph! Arrogant."

The monk hummed and suddenly flew out. Then the spiritual energy in his body exploded, and a tiger shadow appeared behind him, and the powerful punch hit the young man's chest.

Powerful like a meteor, tearing apart the void.

"The source of power."

Qin Cheng's heart suddenly moved.

Obviously, this monk also understood the essence of the ancient body refiner.

The barbarian young man stood there with a look of disdain on his face.

But when the monk came closer, the phantom of the tiger appeared, and his eyelids suddenly twitched.

Suddenly, he flew up with a kick, like a popular upside-down swing, and swept directly upwards. With a bang, he hit the monk's abdomen.

puff!

The monk was caught off guard. Before his fist could hit the young man, he was kicked away. Then he landed like a kite with a broken string. He was spitting out blood from his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured.

All the monks were angry.

"Why are you so shameless? You promised to take a punch, but you actually took action."

"Obviously because this fellow Taoist is so strong, he is worried that he will lose."

This young man is really despicable. If it weren't for the sneak attack, he would definitely be the loser.

"Haha. Did I say I won't fight back? Besides, his speed is too slow. If his fist hit me, how could he be hurt?" the young man said shamelessly.

"If you are not convinced, feel free to come again."

"I'm coming!"

Someone got angry and walked out suddenly.

Next, the young man did not play any dirty tricks, but the monks were still defeated.

Among the monks, few were good at physical training, so in the end, not only did they not defeat the young man at all, but the young man caught his fist and broke his arm mercilessly.

Several monks fell to the ground and groaned.

"Trash, monks who practice spiritual energy are all rubbish! Only the blood barbarians who temper their bodies are the strongest." The young man defeated several monks in a row and became more and more proud.

He gestured with his fist and glanced around.

"Is there anyone who dares to come up? If there are only cowards left, I'm leaving."

The faces of the remaining monks turned red and they were very angry, but they could only respond in silence unwillingly.

If they were competing against others, they would have already been superior, but body training is indeed not their strong point.

And the strongest among them was attacked by this bastard again.

Now that it has passed, it will only be more embarrassing. They just wish that no one could teach this blood barbarian young master a lesson.

"Bah, what a bunch of rubbish. I'm afraid the Qin family won't be much better."

The young man sneered and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'll try it with you."

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Everyone looked in that direction.

A young man walked towards them.

It is Qincheng.

"You're talking about a punch, right? But my fist is hard and I'm going to hurt you. You'd better not cry out in pain." Qin Cheng said calmly.

"It's up to you."

The young man turned around and looked at Qin Cheng with a look of disdain.
Chapter completed!