Hearing Shen Yifeng's voice, Qian Renxue reacted.
"Yifeng, hello!" Qian Renxue looked panicked.
"You're so nervous, you shouldn't be following me all the time, right?"
Shen Yifeng was full of doubts and began to become suspicious, and kept approaching Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue took a few steps back and did not stop until there was no way back. His back was pressed against the cold wall, shivering:
"Yifeng I'm really just passing by, you can't doubt me!"
Shen Yifeng took two steps forward with a playful smile on his lips:
"Really just passing by? If you lie to me, I will ignore you in the future and kick you out of the team."
Qian Renxue's back was pressed against the wall, his head was shaking like a rattle, and his eyes were a little panicked:
"Yifeng, I really didn't! I was just going out to buy something and happened to meet you."
She was anxious in her heart, fearing that Shen Yifeng would be really angry. If she was found secretly following him, let alone getting closer, it would be difficult to get along with him normally.
In addition, Lan Xuanyu and Gu Yuena, the two protectors, will definitely join forces to run against her if they find out, and life will become even more difficult.
Shen Yifeng looked at her nervous look, stopped and chuckled:
"It's fine if you don't."
He was just teasing her casually and had no real suspicion. Qian Renxue's identity was unusual, so there was no need to follow him specially.
Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief, and a little sweat broke out on his back. Fortunately, it was not exposed, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.
She squeezed her palms quietly, secretly determined to hide it better next time and never get caught again.
Qian Renxue suddenly came to his senses and quickly grabbed Shen Yifeng:
"Yifeng, let's go take a look outside the city. There were several powerful auras flying past just now. It seems that someone has invited a fight."
Shen Yifeng raised his eyebrows and happened to be a little curious, so he nodded in agreement:
"Okay, let's go take a look."
When the two of them hurried to the outside of the city, they found many Soul Master people watching the fun gathered around the open space.
In mid-air, Xiong Jun and Falling Devil Douluo stood opposite each other, their tyrannical breaths colliding with each other, blowing dust below.
Falling Devil Douluo holds Coiling Dragon Staff, and the whole body Soul Ring lights up in sequence, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, with nine Soul Ring arranged in a regular manner.
He looked at Xiong Jun opposite and said in a deep voice:
"I have been pursuing a fight with the strong all my life. In today's battle, I hope you will use your full strength to see if you can get my approval."
Xiong Jun folded his hands across his chest and sneered:
"Recognition? I don't need it. Even the swordsmanship Chen Xin was defeated by me. Who do you think you are?"
"I am not Chen Xin." Falling Devil Douluo's eyes condensed and he stopped talking nonsense. He swept out Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand, the golden stick wind tore through the air, and struck Xiong Jun's face with armor-piercing power.
"First Soul Skill, Coiling Dragon Strike!"
Xiong Jun did not dodge or dodge, his right arm was instantly covered with dark golden hair, turned into a three-meter-long giant claw, and grabbed him head-on.
"Clang!"
The loud sound of the metal and metal clashing caused pain in the eardrums of the people below. Falling Devil Douluo felt the tiger's mouth numb. Coiling Dragon Staff almost lost his grip and took a few steps back before regaining his balance. He was shocked that this guy's power was so terrifying.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Staffs Return to Origin!"
Falling Devil Douluo gave a low shout, and Coiling Dragon Staff drew countless afterimages in the air, and the dense stick shadows hit Xiong Jun overwhelmingly.
Xiong Jun stood still, his dark golden hair hardening instantly, it was Dark Gold Body Protection.
The shadow of the stick hit him, making only a tinkling sound and not even a white mark.
Falling Devil Douluo's pupils shrank suddenly and he was completely confused.
How is it possible? You hit with all your strength, but the opponent didn't even get hurt at all?
"Is this enough strength?" Xiong Jun curled his lips, his tone full of disdain. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but now he became a little interested. At least it was more durable than those ordinary Titled Douluo.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Weapon Soul Avatar!"
Falling Devil Douluo gritted his teeth and activated the core Soul Skill. Coiling Dragon Staff instantly surged several times, golden light circulated throughout his body, and his power increased several times.
He held the stick with both hands and smashed it down with great force. "Sixth Soul Skill, Earth-Splitting Coiling Dragon!"
The moment the giant stick fell, the ground suddenly collapsed. But the smoke and dust dispersed, and Xiong Jun was still standing on the same spot, without moving an inch.
"Dark Gold Roar!"
Xiong Jun raised his head and roared, and the sound waves spread out mixed with mental shock. Falling Devil Douluo's mind buzzed, and his movements suddenly stagnated for half a beat.
In this half-second gap, Xiong Jun's figure flashed and was already in front of him. Dark Gold Terrorclaw swept across with strong wind. Falling Devil Douluo hurriedly blocked with his stick, but was shocked by the huge force, causing his blood to surge and he flew backwards.
Falling Devil Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely serious, this Xiong Jun was a complete monster.
Is it a human?
No chance of hurting him!
He knew that he couldn't win without Ninth Soul Skill.
"Ninth Soul Skill, All-Living Salvation!"
Falling Devil Douluo formed seals with his hands, Coiling Dragon Staff was suspended in front of him, shining down, countless stick shadows condensed into a huge dharma image, with the power to suppress all things, pressing towards Xiong Jun, the Soul Master onlookers below all changed their expressions, is this the strength of worship?
Xiong Jun looked at the overwhelming attacks and grinned.
"It's a bit interesting, that's all."
He raised his right claw, the ultimate golden power intertwined with the power of space, the dark claw blade carried the breath of death, it was the most powerful killing move Sky-Ripping Claw.
A claw was swung out, and a crack was torn open in the space. The golden stick shadow hit the claw blade and shattered instantly like paper.
The claws continued unabated and struck Falling Devil Douluo on the chest.
"Poof!"
Falling Devil Douluo spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and Coiling Dragon Staff got out of his hand. His whole body instantly hit the ground, creating a shallow pit.
Xiong Jun slowly landed on the ground, patted his paws, with a relaxed look on his face, and even his breath was not disturbed.
"Vulnerable."
Falling Devil Douluo sat up with his hands on the ground, his face full of disbelief. He was level 96 Peak Douluo, how could he lose so easily? What kind of monster is this guy?
Below, Qian Renxue has a worried face. Grandpa Seventh actually lost so quickly?
Really or not, this Xiong Jun can defeat Grandpa Seven as easily as Chen Xin. Is it possible that only grandpa can deal with Xiong Jun?
Shen Yifeng stood in the crowd, looking at the back of Xiong Jun, and thought to himself, Ten Great Fierce Beasts is worthy of being ranked sixth, and his strength is indeed tyrannical.
It's just that once Xiong Jun loses, Thousand Jun Douluo must be coming. Falling Devil Douluo has been on the road to becoming stronger throughout his life and likes to challenge all kinds of strong people. Xiong Jun must be the strongest person he has ever encountered.
Elsewhere, Di Tian nodded slightly, "You haven't embarrassed Ferocious Beast yet!"
Zi JI on the side smiled and said, "Xiong Jun is not weak, and if this Falling Devil Douluo loses, there will probably be strong ones coming later. I have investigated and found out that this person is Seventh Worship Elder of the Worship Hall, and there are six other people in front of him."
"Worship Hall?" Di Tian frowned slightly, "Anyone who disturbs Mistress Qing Xiu must pay the price."
Falling Devil Douluo stood up the stick and looked at Xiong Jun who was above him.
"You are very strong. I admit that I lost to you, but do you still dare to accept my challenge?"
Xiong Jun fell to the ground indifferently, "Why don't you dare? Just come over here and let me add to the fun!"