Chapter 337

"It's good that the guy didn't run far away and could catch up with him!"

Zhao Yi looks at the noisy street, and her eyes are firmly fixed on a certain direction. Although there is no divine sense perception, the clues provided by the scene can still find the general direction.

However, with Zhao Yi more and more in-depth tracking, the surrounding streets are less and less people, even the air has become much colder.

"Shua!"

Zhao Yi looked around, suddenly felt behind a burst of cold, body jump, dangerous escape.

Zhao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at a tall pillar, there, a man wearing a black robe and a mask slowly came out.

"Not only can keep up with my speed, but also easily evade my assassination. Who are you?"

The man holds a dagger and stares at Zhao Yi tightly.

"I'll give you a minute to hand in the spirit iron spirit, or you will regret it."

Zhao Yi light said, hands in the pocket, seemingly a pair of casual, but in fact, the eyes are dignified.

He felt a sense of danger and cold in the masked man.

"Oh? Even the spirit iron spirit knows that you can't leave here today. "

Mask man smell speech a pair of eyes at this time across a cruel killing, holding a dagger, on Zhao Yi rushed over.

"Do it directly?"

Zhao Yi's face did not change. I have to say that the masked man chose a good place. There was no one around. No one would notice him even if he yelled loudly.

Zhao Yi thought of a flash, but his body shape was slightly at this time, and he directly hid the dagger from the mask man.

"Too slow."

Zhao Yi's mouth slightly raised, with a sneer. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he directly put his palm into the mask man's pocket and directly took out the spirit iron essence. His figure retreated quickly.

"What!"

The masked man saw this, and some of his face was red and red. He didn't expect that Zhao Yi had taken away the spirit iron essence at the beginning.

"This is lingtiejing. Although it is not as good as Wuji mainland, it can still be used. There is nothing wrong with making a few small spirit tools."

Zhao Yi directly grasped the spirit of iron in his hand to observe and said to himself.

"Boy, you don't take people seriously."

The masked man saw Zhao Yi's appearance of being out of the battlefield, but this time he didn't intend to try out, so he went all out!

"Shua!"

His body, at this time, is running at an amazing speed, the surface of his body even has the power light which is hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Is this spiritual power? No, it's so much less than psychic power. "

Zhao Yi observes the changes on the masked man and frowns slightly. For a while, he can't tell what kind of power it is.

"Die!"

The masked man roared and smashed directly at Zhao Yi.

"Steel fist!"

The mask man's speed is amazing. Zhao Yi can't avoid it for a while. The two fists collide with each other.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound resounds, Zhao Yi's body is in a hurry, her hind legs are in a hurry, her mouth corners are even overflowing with blood, and her arms are unable to droop.

"You can't be wrong. Although this is not spiritual power, it is enough to surpass the peak of quenching body in Wuji continent."

Zhao Yi secretly, gradually understand some.

In the Wuji continent, practitioners are mainly spiritual cultivation, which is called practitioners.

The other is to cultivate the body, which is called martial arts, but generally has little achievement. The masked man in front of him belongs to this situation.

If you think about it, it's very normal to become a martial artist in this world.

"I didn't expect that I didn't die after one blow, but can you block the next one?"

The masked man sneered, conceited, as if he had seen Zhao Yi kneeling for mercy.

"Is it?"

Zhao Yi sneered. Although their strength is quite different, Zhao Yi's decades of fighting experience is not comparable to that of masked men!

"It's just self deception."

The masked man said, and rushed up again, clenched his fists, carrying a huge force, one punch out, straight at Zhao Yi's forehead, that kind of speed can not be avoided!

"Well advised, in this case, let's give up your arm first."

Zhao Yi light way, his left hand gently lift, five fingers open, as if to stop the mask man's attack.

"Bang!"

The masked man gave a sneer. Before the smile under the mask expanded, he froze. He felt that he tried his best to hit the mire without any effect!

"Tianxuan broken, soft palm!"

Zhao Yi secretly says that the palm of his hand seems to be soft enough to catch the mask man's attack, but in fact it will completely dissolve his strength, just like playing Tai Chi, and directly drop him to the ground.

"Bang!"The man's mask was smashed directly. Zhao Yi saw the mask's true face.

"This guy..."

The mask broke, and an old face immediately appeared in the sight. At a glance, he was 70-80 years old, and there was no hair on his head. He was obviously bald.

"Boy, I remember you. Next time I meet you, I will not let you go."

Masked man said, flustered to pick up the broken mask, was decisive to escape out.

When Zhao Yi reacts, the masked man who claims to be a light Taoist monk has already fled. If he wants to chase him again, he can't find a figure.

"The voice is clearly only uncle's voice. Why is he so old?"

Zhao Yi said to himself, and the light Taoist monk didn't cultivate spiritual power. He didn't want lingtiejing. It's just some iron spirits with higher density

"Forget it. It's just a minion."

Immediately Zhao Yi shook his head, directly put this in the back of the head, big deal next time meet directly kill is.

This time, Zhao Yi also realized that his cultivation was weak.

If he didn't underestimate the enemy, plus his strong combat experience and unexpected martial skills, he would not have won the light Taoist monks.

Maybe there are many people in this unknown world who are more powerful than light Taoist monks. What Zhao Yi is doing now is to improve his cultivation as soon as possible!

"But fortunately, lingtie got it."

Zhao Yi clenched the spirit of iron and quickly left the place.

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"Damn it, I didn't expect to be taken away by a boy."

Outside a remote river, the monk of Qingdao sat down directly. There was blood spilling from the corners of his mouth. Zhao Yi made a soft palm and hit him with internal injuries.

"It seems that it can only be replaced by other things for the time being."

"Boy Wait for me to regain some strength and let you disappear in this world forever

The monk in Qingdao's eyes actually burst out a cold killing intention, but he was afraid that Zhao Yi would follow up behind him and leave in a hurry after being injured.