I, who was the cannon fodder in the fantasy world, was entangled by the heroine

Jiang Qian, who landed on the ground, quickly stabilized his body.

A few sixth-order monsters stared at him covetously, and a drop of saliva dripped on his head.

Jiang Qian looked back at the sixth-level monsters, stretched his muscles and bones, and his bones creaked. He smiled lightly and said, "Your mother didn't teach you that you should greet others politely instead of drooling!"

"However, it seems that you don't know it at all. If that's the case, I don't mind teaching you how to be a monster!"

"Don't ask me who I am, I'm a good person!"

The words fall.

Jiang Qian came directly in front of them with a stride, clenched his right fist, and directly blasted them.

With just one punch, the head of a sixth-order monster was instantly smashed, leaving only a headless corpse.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the other sixth-order monsters were furious.

Opening his mouth, countless fiery auras struck Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian stood motionless on the spot with his hands behind his hands, allowing the attack to strike.

bang bang bang~
Countless attacks produced continuous explosions.

The surrounding boulders, trees, and creatures were all reduced to a pile of ashes and dispersed with the wind.

A gust of wind blew away the dust that filled the sky.

I saw Jiang Qian standing in the huge pit unscathed, and said with a smile: "Now, it's my turn to make a move!"

The words fall.

Jiang Qian's figure disappeared on the spot in an instant, and when he saw his figure again, he had already appeared on top of those sixth-order monsters.

He punched directly without hesitation.

in less than a while.

Those sixth-order monsters were no longer seen on the ground, only countless flesh and blood.

Jiang Qian stood in the very center, shaking off the blood on his right hand.

Looking up at the spirit ship in the sky, he murmured: "The Seventh Elder usually looks nervous, but once he trains his disciples, he is like a devil!"

With that said, he left here and walked towards the deepest part of the mountain range.

Fan Xia on the spirit boat couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that Jiang Qian was safe and sound.

"Huh~, fortunately nothing happened, I was scared to death."

Just now, she saw that Jiang Qian had so many sixth-order monsters, and worried that he would not be able to defeat these guys with his body alone.

Just a little bit, she jumped directly from the spirit boat, ready to rescue Jiang Qian.

Fortunately, she held back.

Only now, you can see Jiang Qian's forged and powerful body.

"However, I have to say that Jiang Qian's body is already so strong. Does he have any special physique?"

"Why, I didn't see it?"

"Don't think about it so much, catch up with Jiang Qian first, you must protect his life!"

After all, Fan Xia controlled the spirit boat and followed Jiang Qian's pace.

……

Three days later.

Jiang Qian was fighting with a half-step eighth-level monster.

"Roar—" the half-step eighth-level monster roared, with blue flames attached to its right paw, and patted towards Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian glanced back at the boulder behind him, lifted the boulder abruptly with his right hand, and threw it towards the half-step eighth-level monster.

The moment the boulder collided with the claw.

The boulder exploded in an instant, and the half-step eighth-order monster was also repelled a few steps before it stopped.

Jiang Qian looked at the half-step eighth-level monster with serious eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "Go on!"

"Roar—" The half-step eighth-level monster roared angrily, and rushed towards Jiang Qian again.

Jiang Qian clenched his hands into fists and rushed towards the half-step eighth-level monster.

at the same time.

A group of monks wearing monk robes from ancient Buddhist temples were walking towards him.

"Brother, why do you think that the Supreme Elder Chuanxuan and his direct disciple Dufan defected to our ancient Buddhist temple?" A monk asked curiously to the burly monk with a large body and several ring scars on his head.

Hearing this, the burly monk just shook his head: "Who knows, but this is an order from the abbot, and the two of them must be caught."

"Just a few of us? Needless to say about the strength of the Supreme Elder, Du Fan's strength alone is enough for the few of us to drink a pot."

"You are stupid, we are just looking for clues, not really arresting people."

"That's right, if arresting people arranges for us, the abbot is not stupid!"

"..."

The group of monks spoke, and suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Among them, the burly monk stared at the scene in front of him.

With his body, Jiang Qian was on par with half-step eighth-order monsters.

One of the monks looked at Jiang Qian in astonishment and said, "Who is this guy? His physical strength is so strong. I wonder if there are any of those 12 people who are strong?"

"I want to eat farts. Those 12 people have been cultivating their bodies since they were young, and their outer skin has turned into gold. How can this guy be compared with those 12 people." Another monk immediately refuted.

The burly monk looked at them coldly.

The two of them shut their mouths instantly, no longer daring to say a word.

Immediately afterwards, the burly monk looked back at the battle between Jiang Qian and the half-step eighth-level monster.

"Don't quarrel, when the two of them are exhausted, we will take advantage of it!" Having said this, the burly monk showed a wicked smile.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the battle gradually began to draw to a close.

Jiang Qian punched directly through the belly of the half-step eighth-level monster!
The half-step eighth-level monster bit Jiang Qian's right shoulder firmly!
next second.

The half-step eighth-level monster completely lost its breath and gradually fell to the ground.

Jiang Qian took advantage of the situation and sat on the body of the half-step eighth-level monster, took out a bottle of colorful elk blood and drank it.

After the blood was poured down, the terrifying wound on Jiang Qian's right shoulder began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the group of monks who had been ambushing not far away came out.

The burly monk who took the lead said to Jiang Qian: "Amitabha, this benefactor, the poor monk was accidentally injured by a monster just now, can you give me some colorful elk blood?"

Jiang Qian casually threw away the empty bottle, sat on the corpse, looked at the group of monks, and couldn't help smiling.

"I was just watching a play next to me. Could it be that I hurt myself?"

"Didn't you say that monks don't tell lies?"

"However, it seems that you monks are not honest at all."

From the very beginning, Jiang Qian noticed that these monks were watching the play nearby.

It's just because I have to deal with half-step eighth-level monsters, so I don't have time to pay attention to these guys.

The burly man saw that Jiang Qian already knew about their existence, so he didn't bother to continue pretending.

"Huh~, since you found out, I won't continue to beat around the bush, and take out all the blood of the colorful elk beast you just took."

"Also, hand over the body of the half-step eighth-level monster under you."

"otherwise……"

Hearing this, Jiang Qian put his head on his right hand and showed a playful smile: "Otherwise?"

"I don't think you would want to know." The burly monk sneered.

The monks behind him immediately took out their weapons and aimed at Jiang Qian.