The prince of the Yaksha clan looked very unhappy. These people were chattering and did not pay attention to his words at all.
"I'll do it." Ning Fan had no choice but to stand up.
"It's interesting. It just so happens that I can use your head as a sacrifice for my flag to conquer the land." The prince of the Yaksha tribe landed on the deck of the ship.
With disdain and ridicule on his face, he said lightly: "Come on."
"OK!"
"Brother, hit him with one punch."
"Yes, that's it. Let him go back to cooking seafood." Hua Wuque waved and cheered.
But this was not cheering, it was clearly trying to bring hatred to Ning Fan. It really made Ning Fan want to throw the three of them into the sea.
Ning Fan looked at the opponent, then disappeared instantly and punched the opponent directly in the face.
"Too slow!" The prince of the Yaksha clan shook his head in disappointment, took a step forward, and penetrated Ning Fan's body with just one punch.
But soon he realized something was wrong. Ning Fan's body did not bleed, but slowly disappeared from his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the prince of the Yaksha clan noticed that Ning Fan was behind him, and immediately struck back with a heavy blow.
The powerful wind of the sword split the air in an instant, but Ning Fan was not stupid enough to let the opponent do it. He quickly kicked Prince Yaksha on the chest with a skillful dodge.
boom!!!
Prince Yaksha took a step back.
Hua Wuque and Zhang Yang clapped their hands together and cheered: "We won!"
"As you said before, if I meet you, you lose."
The prince of the Yaksha clan had an ugly face, and for the first time he faced Ning Fan's strength: "It's interesting. I didn't expect that weak land creatures can still touch me, but do you think I will let you go?"
"I'm just reminding you that it's up to you whether to let it go or not. The worst that can happen is a fight."
"Let you see the true strength of our Yaksha clan."
Prince Yasha's body trembled, a terrifying aura followed, and the surrounding waves became more turbulent.
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step forward, and the two of them fought at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Bang bang bang!!!
A terrifying fist pressure was heard in mid-air, and cyan power quickly gathered.
Ning Fan frowned, the five elements in his body moved together, and the five-colored light from his fist condensed and struck the opponent's fist.
boom!!!
The battleship was nearly sunk under the pressure of the spreading force. Hua Wuque said: "The Yaksha tribe is also a melee race. This kid encountered a strong enemy today."
Ning Fan gathered strength with his hands and continued to improve his combat effectiveness as he evolved.
The prince of the Yasha tribe on the side also had a serious face. He was one of the top masters in the race and had never suffered a loss at the hands of a foreign race. However, the human race he met today gave him a strong sense of crisis.
Ning Fan evolved Tiangang Fist, and the terrifying power gathered in a thick place, and a huge blurry shadow could be seen.
"Lao Ning has already developed his divine form, and there is great hope for him to enter the Dao Soul Realm," Zhang Yang said.
When the God of War arrived that night, Hua Wuque had already noticed it, so he was not surprised that Ning Fan was able to display his Taoist spirit.
The man from the Yaksha tribe made a hand seal, and a phantom emerged from the sea.
"Yaksha Divine Appearance."
"No, the people from the Yasha tribe are obviously more advanced than Lao Ning, and his appearance has already taken shape." Zhang Yang said.
"Not necessarily, there is a strange image above the Dao Soul. Ning Fan's shadow is not as simple as a god."