Master of Beasts

The figure of Bai Chi, like an arrow that leaves the string, shot at Sun Wu violently, his sharp claws like gold and iron shone with a cold luster.

"Fifth-level high-level Nirvana? This big guy is over." Many people sighed sympathetically in their hearts.

Although compared to Wu Heng and other veteran fifth-order spirits, Mu Bai is more than a step behind, but among the disciples participating in the Four Peaks Competition, it is enough to be ranked in the top ten.

"Get away!" Cui Bin shouted anxiously, and immediately shifted his nervous eyes to Henry Zhang.

He knew that Henry Zhang had the strength to shake the fifth-order spirit.

However, whether it was Henry Zhang, or Youli and Xia Zhen, they just watched calmly and had no intention of making a move.

"Haha, did you see that Henry Zhang and Ben didn't dare to intervene!" Wu Hao laughed.

Henry Zhang must have been discouraged, and he didn't dare to provoke Mu Bai, so he could only hide aside like a turtle, not even having the courage to dissuade him.

"No." An Youmei narrowed her eyes.

"You did it first, you can't blame me." Sun Wu clenched his right fist, with a trace of cruelty in his voice.

"You want to use your fist?"

Slightly stunned for a moment, Mubai laughed so hard that tears were about to flow: "I thought it was some kind of powerful character, but it turned out to be an idiot who actually used his fist, hahaha... If you have the ability, you can blow my white chi to death with one punch." what."

Many mocking laughter also resounded in the crowd.

From their point of view, Sun Tzu is indeed a poor brain.

"okay."

Nodding solemnly, Sun Wu's eyes flicked with sternness, and his powerful right fist slammed heavily towards the whistling Bai Chi.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise.

Vigorous waves of spiritual energy swept across the surroundings, and Bai Chi's body immediately burst into a cloud of blood mist under the horrified eyes of everyone.

The blood mist swayed, and all the laughing voices disappeared at this moment.

Mu Bai opened his mouth, staring blankly at the front, as if petrified.

"Wow!"

Shocked uproar came from the crowd.

Bai Chi, was he really punched to death by that stupid big man?

"Bai Chi is a fifth-level high-level Nirvana. How strong is that guy?" Many people couldn't understand, and shocking eyes gathered on Sun Wu.

"This..." The elders on the mountain looked at each other, everyone could see the shock in each other's eyes.

The big man below is simply a humanoid monster.

"Monster!" Wu Hao shrank his neck in fear, not daring to make a sound.

If that punch landed on him, I'm afraid he would die instantly as well.

"You let me die, don't blame me." Sun Wu smiled at Mubai, showing his white teeth.

"You...you are not human!" Swallowing with difficulty, Mu Bai turned and fled from here with a face full of panic.

"Is he scolding me?" Sun Wu looked puzzled.

"Yeah." Xia Zhen nodded fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Well, next time we meet, I'll break his neck." Sun Wu smiled and squeezed his palms, making a crunching sound.

"Twisting people's necks is too violent. It's not for watching. It's the best way to knead people into a ball and get out." Xia Zhen said dissatisfiedly, biting the spirit fruit.

"Then you teach me?" Sun Wu's eyes lit up.

"Listen carefully." Throwing away the fruit core in his hand, Xia Zhen and Sun Wu exchanged experience.

Looking at the two people who were excited, the eyes of many disciples present showed deep fear.

They swore that from now on, they would never set foot on Beifeng again.

The people in Beifeng are all monsters!

"Hehe, I finished fighting the anomaly before I came. It's quite lively."

Old laughter sounded, Henry Zhang and others hurriedly cupped their hands, looking respectful.

The person who came was Yang Kun.

"You boy, you are strange, are you interested in being my disciple?" Yang Kun landed and looked at Sun Wu with a smile.

He felt a violent wave in Sun Tzu's body, this wave was extremely powerful, if not controlled,

It is easy to cause disaster.

Therefore, Yang Kun, who never accepted disciples, made an exception for the first time.

"Elder Yang wants to accept disciples?" Most people looked at Sun Wu with unconcealable envy.

"I'm interested, but I can't do it." Sun Wu smiled shyly.

As soon as these words came out, many people were stunned. Sun Wu, is he refusing?

"Idiot." Wu Hao gloated, he didn't want such a good opportunity, he really had something wrong with his mind.

"Oh? Why?" Yang Kun smiled unabated.

"There is a peak master surnamed Song who said that he has a quota in his hand and asked me to follow him in the future." Sun Wu laughed.

Surnamed Song?

Yang Kun was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed in his heart.

There is no one in a million people like Sun Wu. Last time it was Henry Zhang. How could Song Mangyan take the lead this time?

"It's the thirteenth peak master!"

Everyone looked at Sun Wu in the same way, with envy, shock, and unconcealable jealousy.

Especially Wu Hao, his face was as ugly as if he ate a fly.

To them, the inner peak is still an extremely mysterious existence. In order to enter the inner peak, they don't know how many tasks they have to do, and try to earn spirit beads.

And Sun Wu, can enter without threshold?

Probably Song Mangyan's illegitimate son!

If Sun Wu's body shape and appearance were not so different from Song Mangyan's, perhaps even some elders would think so.

Using the quota in hand to recruit directly, this is the first case of Thirteen Peaks.

"In this case, let's start the Four Peaks Competition."

Shaking his head helplessly, Yang Kun said with a smile: "I don't need to say much about the rules of the Four Peaks Competition. Any disciple who can win the next game can get rewards. The higher the number of games won, the less rewards you get. The richer it is, the less nonsense, now, the Four Peaks battle begins!"

"Crack!"

The sound of the last word fell, and the stone platform in the middle quickly separated and turned into countless small stone platforms, floating in the sky.

The number of small stone platforms is exactly half of the number of disciples in the field.

"Shua!"

At the same time, streamers shot down from the bottom of each stone platform and landed in the hands of many disciples.

It was a piece of jade.

On each piece of jade, there are different numbers corresponding to their respective stone platforms.

"Three hundred and twenty-one?"

Raising his head, Henry Zhang scanned the sky, and immediately the fire wings stretched behind him, soaring into the air with many figures, and landed on the exclusive stone platform.

"It's you?"

Looking at Henry Zhang who suddenly appeared, the disciples on the stone platform were crying.

He is a disciple of Nanfeng, a third-level spiritual rebirth.

When Henry Zhang was in Nanfeng and defeated the strong Nanfeng, he happened to be there, and he was very impressed.

"Go down by yourself, or should I throw you down?" Henry Zhang smiled.

"I'll do it myself!" The disciple looked terrified, and hurried down the stone platform, and the jade piece in Henry Zhang's hand also had a spot of light.

This means that he has already won a game.

"Get out of here."

Not far away, Wu Heng kicked his opponent off the stone platform, his cold eyes turned to Henry Zhang.

"Boy, you'd better pray in your heart, your luck is better, don't be run into by me."