Chapter 78 Zhu Que

"Who is it?" The old man surnamed Zhu's face changed. Listening to the conversation between the two, it can be seen that he has been hiding on it for a long time. But he never heard it, and he couldn't help but feel a big loss in face.

"Zhu Que, you old bastard can't even hear my voice. It seems that you are deaf. Well, I think it's not far from the ground." As the sound sounded, a ragged old beggar fell from the air.

"It's an old beggar. I didn't expect you old man to be dead yet." Zhu Que said with a calm face.

"I won't die if you die." The old beggar is a man who refuses to suffer losses and responds.

"Touch." The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was shocked by everyone present. When I saw that it was a burly teenager who landed on the ground, my heart settled down.

"Who is this old guy?" The teenager walked to the old beggar and stared at Zhu Que and asked.

"He has a nickname called 'Red Corpse Tianjun'. He thinks he is awesome and is bullish all day long. But in my old eyes, it's nothing. The old beggar hummed coldly. Since his appearance, he has been singing opposite the scene with this "Red Corpse Heavenly King" Zhu Que, and it seems that there is a gap between the two.

"Red Corpse Heavenly King' Zhu Que!" The three Qi brothers couldn't help screaming.

This "Red Corpse Heavenly King" Zhu Que is a famous demon in the martial arts. The red corpse of his cultivation is poisonous. If there is no antidote, the person hit by him will be invaded by poison and will become a naked body in three days.

"Oh, 'Shit-eating Tianjun', this name is really interesting." The burly teenager couldn't help laughing.

"Ky, look for death." The man called Nan'er shouted angrily. He jumped and hit the chest of the burly teenager with a pungent corpse in his palms.

The burly teenager frowned and looked a little disgusted. He slightly stepped back half a step with his left foot, stepped aside, just avoiding the man's palms, and gave the man a fierce elbow with his right hand.

"Kka." The sound of bone breaking sounded.

The man named Nan'er's neck was crooked and fell softly to the ground. His neck was elbowed to his neck by a burly teenager, and his bones were smashed with one move.

Looking at the apprentice who fell to the ground, there was no trace of anger. "Red Corpse Tianjun" couldn't help but change his face. He flew to the side of the body and hugged the body and shouted sadly, "Nan'er."

But the burly teenager stood aside and looked coldly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

The old beggar looked aside with a shocked expression on his face. He didn't expect that this bad-looking teenager would be so powerful that he killed Zhu Que's beloved apprentice in one move. You know, his apprentice is a warrior at the peak of the day after tomorrow, so he killed him like this, and there is no room to fight back.

He could see that the teenager had just made a move and did not use a trace of true spirit at all, all by his own strength. He can kill an acquired warrior without true qi. His fighting experience is very rich, and his kung fu is also very powerful.

"If you dare to kill my brother, the boy will take his life." Zhu Que's other disciple shouted and rushed up. Although he shouted and rushed up, there was a small thunderstorm. Afoot away from the burly teenager, he stopped and let go, and there was a yellow dust scattered in the darkness.

The old beggar's nose is particularly sensitive. When he sprinkled poison powder, his body was really full of air and bounced off the poison powder one after another. He didn't help the burly teenager. He wanted to see how powerful this strange boy was.

The burly teenager still stood there. After smelling the poison powder in the air, he rubbed his nose and kept yawning.

The disciple named Qier was overjoyed. As long as his poison powder was stained on the body and there was no antidote, his body would be extremely itchy. The poisoned person could not stand the itching and couldn't help grasping it. As long as he grabbed it for half an hour, he scratched himself with blood, with countless scratches on his body and screaming on the ground. He likes to listen to this sound. He has often used this trick to torture his opponents.

But he found that the burly teenager in front of him did not have the imaginary itching and kept scratching.

Is there anything on his body that can be poisoned, or is he invulnerable? In order to verify his thoughts, he quickly took out three long needles while the burly teenager yawned and threw them out to the chest of the burly teenager. The blue light on it flashed, and it can be seen that it is poisoned.

The burly teenager still stood there and didn't see him dodge, but the three poison needles he shot disappeared.

Just as he was stunned, the burly teenager stopped yawning, stepped in front of him and said, "Are you looking for this?" In his hand, there are three long blue needles.

Before he could react, the long needle in the burly teenager's hand pierced his neck fiercely, and the whole long needle did not enter his body.

In an instant, the man's neck became black and spread quickly to his whole body.

He fell straight to the ground, and there was a stench on his body.

"Ah!" When Zhu Que reacted, his other disciple also died.

"I must break you into ten thousand pieces to relieve my hatred." Zhu Que looked at the burly teenager with a ferocious face, and his hatred was full of hatred in his heart.

"My bones are hard, but I don't know if you can cut them off." The burly teenager said carelessly.

"Ah!" Zhu Que shouted and rose up, patting the chest of the burly young man with one palm and the wind cave behind his head with one palm.

The fierce palm wind exuded a strong corpse atmosphere, and even the old beggar was shocked when he saw it. He was afraid that the burly teenager could not cope with it and wanted to help, but it was a little far away and a little too late.

"Touch. Touch." Two loud noises.

Everyone looked with their eyes wide open, especially Zhu Que, whose eyes were full of disbelief. With one palm, he can open the stone with all his strength, and the poison in his palm can corrode everything.

But under his full attack, the burly teenager's skull was not broken, and his chest was not melted by the poison on his palm. He still stands alive in front of him.

"I said that my bones are very hard. You can't cut it. You just don't believe it. How about now? Have you been hit? Oh, it's really pathetic." The burly teenager looked at him and said with a sigh.

"Ah!" Zhu Que still didn't believe it. He turned his palm into a fist and hit the chest of the burly teenager like rain.

The burly teenager stood there and let him fight. This scene is like an angry little girl, swinging her soft fist and hitting the boy in the chest like venting. In the eyes of boys, this is enjoyment.

"After playing for a long time, you are tired and it's time to rest. This time, it's me." The burly teenager grabbed Zhu Que's dry wrist, punched him in the face.

"Kka." Zhu Que's face was directly sunken, and his thin body was bombarded out and smashed into the rocks.

"This old man is really a shit-eating man. He was killed by me so easily. Not interesting. Oh, I have to go back to take a shower." The burly teenager smelled the stench on his body, wrinkled his nose, and felt bored.

Watching his tall back leave, everyone woke up.