Supreme Demon God System

"Fortunately, that guy didn't run far, he can catch up!"

Zhao Yi looked at the noisy street with his eyes firmly locked in a certain direction. Although there was no spiritual perception, the clues provided on the scene could still find the general direction.

However, as Zhao Yi pursued more and more deeply, there were fewer and fewer people in the surrounding streets, and even the air became much colder.

"Huh!"

Zhao Yi was observing the surroundings, and suddenly felt a chill behind his back. He jumped and dodged dangerously.

Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at a tall pillar, where a man in a black robe and mask walked out slowly.

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

The man held a dagger and stared at Zhao Yi closely.

"Give you one minute, hand over the spirit iron spirit, or you will regret it."

Zhao Yi said lightly, with his hands in his pockets, seemingly casual, but his eyes were serious.

He felt a dangerous and cold breath in the masked man.

"Oh? Even Lingtiejing knows it. It seems that today, I can't let you leave here."

The masked man heard that a pair of eyes flashed a brutal killing intent, holding a dagger, and rushing towards Zhao Yi.

"Do you do it directly?"

Zhao Yi's complexion remained unchanged, and I have to say that the masked man had picked a good place, and there was no one around, no one would notice even if he shouted loudly.

Zhao Yi's thoughts flashed, his figure shook slightly at this moment, and he directly avoided the dagger stabbed by the masked man.

"too slow."

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth raised slightly, with a sneer, taking advantage of this opportunity, he directly put his palm into the pocket of the masked man, directly took out the spirit iron spirit, and his body retreated sharply.

"what!"

When the masked man saw this, his face was red with red ears, but he didn't expect that Zhao Yi would **** the spirit iron spirit from the beginning.

"Is this the Spirit Tie Jing? Although the quality is much inferior to the Wu Ji continent, it can still be used barely. There is nothing wrong with building a few small spirit tools."

Zhao Yi directly grasped Lingtiejing in his hands and observed, muttering to himself.

"Boy, you are too indifferent to put people in your eyes!"

When the masked man saw Zhao Yi as he was outside the battlefield, he immediately stopped getting angry, but this time he didn't intend to test, and he did his best!

"Huh!"

His body was actually running at an astonishing speed at this time, and the surface of his body even had a power light that was indistinguishable by the naked eye.

"This is spiritual power? No, it's too different from spiritual power."

Zhao Yi watched the changes on the masked man, frowning slightly, and for a while could not tell what kind of power it was.

"Go to hell!"

The masked man roared and slammed Zhao Yi directly.

"Steel Fist!"

The masked man was so fast that Zhao Yi couldn't dodge it for a while, and his two fists slammed together.

"boom!"

The muffled sound resounded, Zhao Yi's body was anxious to hind legs, blood even spilled out from the corner of his mouth, and his arms were weakly drooping.

"You can't go wrong, although this is not spiritual power, but in the Wuji continent, this power is enough to surpass the peak of body tempering!"

Zhao Yi secretly said, and gradually figured it out.

In Wuji Continent, all cultivators focus on spiritual power, which is called a cultivator.

The other one is specialized in cultivating the flesh, which is called a martial artist, but generally has little accomplishment. This is the case with the masked man in front of him.

Think about it, the spiritual power of this world is thin, and it is quite normal to practice physical skills to become a martial artist.

"Unexpectedly, I didn't die when I was hit by a punch, but the next move, can you stop it again?"

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

"Is it?"

Zhao Yi sneered. Although their strengths are quite different, Zhao Yi's decades of combat experience are not comparable to masked men!

"Deceive yourself!"

As the masked man said, he rushed up again, clenched his fists, carrying huge power, and blasted out with a punch, hitting Zhao Yi's forehead directly, the speed is inevitable!

"Persuade me, since that's the case, let me give you up first."

Zhao Yi said indifferently, his only left hand lifted slightly, his fingers spread out, as if he was planning to stop the attack of the masked man in this way.

"boom!"

The man in the mask sneered. Before the smile under the mask expanded, he froze. He felt like he was hitting in the quagmire with his full strength, without any effect!

"Tian Xuanpo, soft palm!"

Zhao Yi secretly said in his heart, the palm of his hand seemed to catch the attack of the masked man, but in fact all his strength was resolved, just like Tai Chi, and he was directly thrown to the ground.

"boom!"

The low and muffled sound resounded, and the man's mask was directly shattered, and Zhao Yi could see the true face of the masked man.

"This guy……"

The mask shattered, and an old face immediately appeared in the line of sight. At a glance, he was seventy or eighty years old, and there was not a single hair on the top of his head, obviously a bald head.

"Boy, I remember you, next time I meet, I will not let go of you!"

As the mask man said, he hurriedly picked up the broken mask and fled decisively.

When Zhao Yi reacted, the masked man who claimed to be a light monk had already fled. He wanted to chase him, but he couldn't find him.

"The voice is obviously just the uncle's voice, why is he so old."

Zhao Yi said to himself, and the light monk did not cultivate spiritual power, he should have no effect if he wants the spirit iron spirit, it is just some iron spirit with higher density...

"Forget it, don't worry, it's just one."

Immediately, Zhao Yi shook his head, and left this behind. The big deal will be the next time I meet.

This time in the battle with the Qingdao monk, Zhao Yi also realized that his cultivation was weak.

Had it not been for his underestimation of the enemy and his extremely strong combat experience and unexpected martial skills, I am afraid that he would not be able to defeat the light monk.

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

"Fortunately, Lingtiejing got it."

Zhao Yi held the Lingtie Jing tightly and left this place quickly.

...

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

Outside a remote river, the Qingdao monk directly sat down, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yi's soft palms shot him internally.

"It seems that other things can only be replaced temporarily."

"Boy... wait, wait until I regain a certain strength, and you will disappear in this world forever!"

The Qingdao monk actually burst out with a cold killing intent in his eyes, but he was afraid that Zhao Yi would follow up and could not take a rest, so he hurried away injured.