I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

　　On the field, the young man hit Wang Heng's chest with a heavy blow. However, Wang Heng's body remained motionless, as if what the young man was bombarding was not his body, but a mountain!

　　 "Is this your strength?"

　　 Wang Heng sneered at the panicked man in front of him with a curved corner of his mouth.

　　 "How is it possible! I obviously hit you! How is it possible!" the young man snarled in disbelief.

　　 "What a powerful body, I am afraid that a physical body alone can beat most warriors in the Profound Realm."

　　 On the three-story attic, the person who had previously spoken said again.

　　 "Is this your strength?"

　　 Wang Heng grinned and said, "You can come and be without insulting, and you can also try one of my tricks!"

　　 As he said, Wang Heng took a step forward and also blasted out a punch.

　　 This punch blasted out, as fast as electricity, and instantly hit the young man's chest.

　　 The young man's expression changed drastically. He couldn't defend himself, his body suddenly flew out, and his chest was directly indented by the naked eye.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 The young man flew upside down, his whole body hitting a distance, torn apart a seat there, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

　　Wang Heng started. Although he didn't kill the opponent, he also made a heavy hand. The opponent's visit to the ruins battlefield this time is probably over. If you want to act as someone else's thug, you must be prepared to be beaten.

　　 "If you want to test, you can do it yourself. With this kind of stuff, you are not afraid to let outsiders laugh at your name as the dignified Tianjiao of the Thirteen Kingdoms?"

　　 When Wang Heng's calm and indifferent voice spread in this monitoring building, the many warriors who were still surprised by Wang Heng's physical body suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then their eyes became weird.

　　 Some gazes, vaguely looked at the tall figure on the three-story attic with the powerful true essence surging all over his body.

　　 Lan Wu's fame is much greater than Wang Heng's, and the eighty-fourth in the ground, the cultivation base of the mid-term ground, is at the top level in this ruin battlefield.

　　 Even if there are all geniuses in the supervision building, there are only a few people who are qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lan Wu.

　　 Such a arrogant man is definitely the most powerful competitor to inherit the beam of light in the battlefield of the ruins.

　　 Therefore, when everyone saw that someone was talking about Lan Wu and directly started his hand, the expression became interesting.

　　 Although fighting is not allowed in the ruins battlefield, but being so provoked, the opponent is still the murderer of Lanshan, how will Lan Wu decide?

　　 And if Lan Wu starts his hand, what kind of follow-up disturbance will it cause?

　　 You know, the previous fight between the two has broken the rules.

　　 But in the end it is just a battle between the profound realms, like a dessert before entering the ruins battlefield, and the realm warrior personally ends up, the consequences will be different.

　　 On the three-story attic, Lan Wu saw Wang Heng defeating the martial artist he arranged with a single blow, his face was blue, and he cursed inwardly.

　　 "There are some means."

　　 "Boy, don't you think that I really dare not make a move here."

　　 Lan Wu said coldly, True Essence is slowly rotating on the body surface, and a shocking power is brewing in it.

　　Wang Heng smiled when he heard this, "If you could do it, you would have done it a long time ago. You still have to wait until now?"

　　 "It's really a little clever." Lan Wu's eyes returned to calm, sat down, closed his eyes, "Let you ants live longer."

　　 When Wang Heng heard this, his expression still didn't fluctuate much, he just looked around, found an empty seat and sat down.

　　 And the warriors around saw this scene and understood in their hearts that the two would not be able to fight today.

　　 After all, Lan Wu is still afraid of the rules of the Ruins City, and he dare not do it himself, otherwise it would be a loss if he loses the qualification to enter the ruins battlefield.

　　 As the first confrontation between the two ended, the monitoring building briefly recovered its calm - until a handsome man entered the arena.

　　 Zhang Yi stepped into the monitoring building, looked left and right, and he had a preliminary grasp of the surrounding situation.

　　 Well, is it divided into three levels according to strength? The top martial artists, I think they are the arrogances.

　　 The strength is very average, but the one with the gun on his back is good, and it takes some effort to defeat it.

　　 I didn’t expect Wang Heng to also come. The tall man above should be Lan Wu. I don’t know if the two have fought before. I will not miss a good show, am I?

　　 Zhang Yi is naturally a little curious about the situation he has made, and he is also looking forward to the outcome.

　　……

　　 Zhang Yi thought like electricity, and in just a few seconds, he thought about many things.

　　 After thinking about it, Zhang Yi got up and went to the stairs.

　　 He has seen the top combat power in the battlefield of the ruins now, and that's it. It is not a threat to him, so he can let go of his hands and feet.

　　 After all, no matter whether he is hiding himself or not, he will use real kung fu when he arrives at the battlefield of the ruins.

　　 Since the result is the same, it's better to take advantage of the opportunity of this elite martial arts gathering to show some strength and show off.

　　In this way, when you enter the battlefield of the ruins, there will be no one after another of face slaps. When others meet him, they will voluntarily give up without having to make another gesture.

　　 Only promises to the strong, and strikes the weak with heavy punches, this is Zhang Yi's demeanor.

　　Although Zhang Yi also likes to pretend to be a pig and eat tigers, but his strength is the strongest in the battlefield of the relics. If he pretends to be a pig and eat tigers, it seems a bit too much.

　　 Of course, he also has reservations.

　　 Zhang Yi only intends to show his cultivation in the middle of the realm, but his biggest trump card, Xiaocheng Jianyi, is hidden.

　　 Xiaocheng Sword Intent is the basis for Zhang Yi's combat power to be comparable to the late warriors of the realm.

　　 Zhang Yi left and walked to the second floor, and then to the third floor.

　　 And this move immediately attracted everyone's attention.

　　 When seeing Zhang Yi's strange face, many warriors frowned.

　　 Although in theory each level of warrior can choose, but secretly, there are secret rules.

　　 On the third floor, only the talents of the first echelon of the young generation of the thirteen countries can sit down.

　　 Does this man do not understand, or is he really capable?

　　 Zhang Yi walked up to the third floor, feeling the discussion around him, and according to the plan, revealed the mid-term cultivation base.

　　 The surrounding discussion immediately disappeared, and many warriors recorded Zhang Yi's face in their hearts, and Xindao would definitely avoid him when they met this person.

　　 In the middle of the realm, the unremarkable man in front of him is indeed a master of Tianjiao.

　　 And the warriors sparsely located on the three-story attic also took a deep look at Zhang Yi and listed him as one of his opponents.

　　 Zhang Yi swaggered to sit in front of a wooden table in the three-story attic, the insight in his eyes gradually disappeared.

　　 With a wave of his hand, several wine glasses and a jug of wine appeared on the table, and then drank it on his own, waiting for the monitoring building to give specific information on the battlefield of the ruins.

　　 And not long after Zhang Yi entered, another person came in.

This person, however, attracted the attention of many warriors, looking at the charming woman in a black skirt~www.wuxiamtl.com~ All kinds of conversations around suddenly disappeared, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of fire hidden. color.

　　Su Meier,

　　 Sixty-one on the land list, the middle stage of cultivation.

　　 But compared to Xiu, her beauty is the root cause of her fame and biography of the Thirteen Kingdoms.

　　 At this time, Su Mei'er entered the monitoring building, and Zhang Yi's figure paused slightly without being noticed.

　　 He remembered bad memories.

　　 In the process of heading to the ruined city, he encountered some trouble, and the source of the trouble was the woman downstairs.

　　 Zhang Yi was on his way. When he was resting in a certain town, he somehow fell in love with this enchanting Su Meier.

　　 Su Mei'er, who suddenly rushed out, seemed to be plotting against him, following him closely, wherever he went, the other party followed, making him a little impatient.

　　 In the end, Zhang Yi deliberately slipped a corner and led Su Mei'er into the wild. After a battle, she got rid of her.

　　 Now, the two meet again in the monitoring building.

　　 Su Mei'er naturally saw Zhang Yi too. Her pitch-black jewel-like eyes rolled around, but she consciously didn't come over again, but found another place to sit down on the third floor.

　　 Seeing that Su Mei'er did not stick to her as before, Zhang Yi's face remained calm, and he was relieved.

　　 "Well, is there anything about me that attracts her?"

　　 "Isn't Su Mei'er a lily in the rumor?"

　　 "What idea did she make?"

　　 Zhang Yi thought in his heart.

　　 He had a certain premonition in his heart, this Su Meier was definitely not the one who wanted to be close to her beauty.

　　 Although she is really handsome, she should have another purpose.

　　 is just the purpose, what is it?