Seeing Qin Cheng turning to look at him, Zhuo Ju felt a chill in his heart and backed away desperately, crushing many talismans at the same time to form layers of protective light curtains outside his body.

As expected, Qin Cheng's figure appeared in front of Zhuo Ju the next second.

"The Fist of the Saint."

Qin Cheng punched out.

boom!

The golden fist shadow filled the sky, and the fierce aura almost tore the world apart.

Those light curtains were as fragile as glass, and they were all shattered by the saint's fists. Hundreds of fist shadows hit Zhuo Ju,

He spurted blood from his mouth, flew backwards, and hit the ground.

In front of Qin Cheng, who had recovered part of his cultivation, the combat prowess the two displayed at this time was simply vulnerable.

"Two percent of the consciousness has such power?" Yue Yixun couldn't believe it.

"Who are you?" Zhuo Ju gritted his teeth and roared.

Both of them are elites of the sect. Two against one, but they are not the opponent of a fellow cultivator. This is hard for them to accept.

Not to mention 20% of the consciousness, even if Qin Cheng fully recovers, it will only be at the seventh level of the out-of-body realm.

A monk of the same level can beat them both, that's what Qin Cheng is.

"Actually, you should be lucky. After all, it's not like I haven't defeated the Dzogchen Realm of Out-of-body Realm."

Qin Cheng's words made the two of them tremble again.

Qin Cheng sneered and said: "You two have some trump cards, show them now and let me warm up, otherwise you will have no chance."

Yue Yixun and Zhuo Ju looked at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed out again.

They also saw that if they didn't show their true trump card, both of them would die.

Their respective trump cards were originally intended to be used in leapfrogging battles, but now, they had to work together to deal with a monk of the same level.

"Qin Cheng, don't be arrogant."

Zhuo Ju shouted loudly, and his cultivation level skyrocketed instantly, breaking through to the eighth level of the out-of-body realm. Before that, he had been hiding his cultivation level.

Yue Yixun's trump card was even more astonishing. With a gloomy look on his face, he took out a dark pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

He howled in pain, and his body instantly swelled to three meters. A tail swayed behind him, and his whole body was covered with scales, making him look like a dragon.

His combat power increased even more, reaching the ninth level of the Out-of-body Realm.

"The magic pill."

Qin Cheng was slightly surprised. He didn't expect to see such an elixir here.

"Qin Cheng, die."

The two of them increased their combat power and swooped down again.

"Let me see how strong you two are now."

The three of them fought again, Zhuo Ju and Yue Yixun attacked fiercely, their speed and strength increased dramatically.

Qin Cheng's expression was calm, and he used the Wandering Dragon Art to keep wandering around.

In the valley, there was constant roaring, hundreds of feet of ancient trees fell, huge boulders on the cliffs shattered, and a large number of cracks appeared on the ground.

In a corner, Qin Zhuang felt the noise outside and glanced at his rather uneasy companion.

"I'll go out and take a look."

"Qin Zhuang, it's better not to go if it's dangerous." A person dissuaded him.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll take a look from a distance. If Qin Cheng fights with someone, I will help him if I can. I will never do him any harm."

Qin Zhuang grinned, appeased everyone, and walked out of the formation.

"Is this the only level? You guys let me down so much."

After a moment of fighting, Qin Cheng suddenly shook his head.

He stretched out his hands and blocked all the attacks launched by Zhuo Ju and Yue Yixun.

Zhuo Ju and the others are naturally much stronger than ordinary saints in the hidden world, but they are not as good as Dong Tiancheng, Zhang Junyi and others.


Chapter completed!