Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

"Baji Fist?"

When he saw Li Changhao taking action again, Han Zhan subconsciously yelled.

Yi Fan in the battlefield only heard a "buzz" sound.

Something, the speed exceeded a certain level, and the compressed air made a blast.

Then he saw Li Changhao appear in front of him.

It's him!

Li Changhao had a slightly crazy smile on his face. Being able to go head-to-head with a close combatant was his favorite thing when fighting someone.

"Reckless man."

"Thank you, this comment is very appropriate!"

Li Changhao laughed and waved his fist again.

The fist he waved this time was wrapped in a layer of white energy. In the state of urgent unlocking, if the intensity of Li Changhao's attack just now was compared to that of a high-speed car, then his attack now is at least that of a car. A high-speed train!

Under Yi Fan's full force, the [Immortality] talent enveloped his whole body.

Li Changhao's fist hit his abdomen, and there was another clang, a metallic crunch.

"Hahahaha, so happy!"

Li Changhao punched faster and faster. Every time a punch landed on Yi Fan, the golden color at the impact point would create a layer of ripples. There were more and more of these ripples, denser than raindrops. Soon, Yi Fan had Golden "peeling"!

His speed and strength have increased more than ten times.

What kind of ability is that white energy? Is it a talent?

While Yi Fan defended, he could occasionally strike back twice. The punches that were obviously very heavy hit Li Changhao, but they seemed to have missed him at all.

He didn't even stand still.

Under the continuous offensive, Yi Fan quickly fell into a disadvantage.

"Li Changhao is the younger generation of the Li family. He is the first to practice Bajiquan to the point where he can unlock the second weapon."

"Yi Fan is no match for him, you..."

Li Lingzhen, who was paying attention to the battlefield, looked back. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan had disappeared.

……

Yi Fan was hit in the abdomen continuously. Even though he had the [Immortality] talent, he was about to be crushed by this terrifying guy in close combat.

Is this the Li family?

The only thing that came to Yi Fan's mind was this sentence.

Li Shutong is the God of War in Great Xia, and the Li family he represents actually has this kind of strength!

The more Li Changhao beats, the more excited he gets, and more and more white aura emanates from his body. He has never beaten someone who resists beating so much!

"Hahahaha, it's really interesting outside. Compared with the trash in the clan who can be knocked down with just one punch, you are much stronger than them!"

"But that's all!"

"The next punch will send you to heaven!"

After Li Changhao said that, he took a deep breath, leaned closer, clenched his fists and struck Yi Fan's chin with an uppercut.

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

The uppercut that was bound to win was blocked by the other hand!

A young man about his own age stood next to Yi Fan.

When did he appear? !

Li Changhao was frightened. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the opposite side carefully.

"I recognize you, you are Han Zhan! The guy who was accepted as a disciple by our Li family God of War."

"No, you are not worthy of being his disciple!"

When Li Changhao said this, Han Zhan could clearly hear a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Whether you are worthy or not is not up to you."

"If you have any objections, you should talk to your Grandpa, the God of War, instead of wasting words with me here."

Han Zhan's words made Li Changhao hold his breath.

"What's your relationship with Li Lingzhen?" Zayu No. 1 asked reluctantly.

"What's the relationship?" When Han Zhan heard this question, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "We are friends in charge of Bao."

What does Guan Baozhijia mean?

Zayu No. 1 and No. 2 looked at each other in confusion, but Li Changhao, who still had a bright mind, suddenly came to his senses, and then his face became ashen.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Just you?"

"Yes, just me."

Li Changhao looked at Han Zhan, who was extremely angry on the other side. He stopped talking nonsense to him, unlocked it immediately, and rushed out with a bang.

Behind him, the white breath was stretched.

There was a low whimper in the air. Li Changhao wanted to defeat his opponent with one punch and do this for himself and other peers in the Li family!

"I have been able to untie Erji. If I punch you, you still have a chance of survival!"

"I think it's 100%."

Opposite him, Han Zhan stood still, and suddenly white aura began to flow out from behind him.

But his white aura is more abundant and richer than Li Changhao's!

Li Changhao's white aura was still a little thin, but Han Zhan's white aura was able to completely wrap his body, turning him into a ball of exquisite armor.

"this!"

When Li Changhao saw this scene, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

But once the punch was thrown, it was too late to take it back.

Li Changhao was still thinking that Han Zhan, who was faster than him, turned into an afterimage. Instead, he first held down Li Changhao's head and then smashed it to the ground.

Being caught in the face by Han Zhan, Li Changhao had only one thought in his mind.

That is: "How could he unlock Sanji! How long has he been a disciple? Three months? Or four months? Why does he have it!"

The only answer to him was the cold ground on the back of his head and the endless devouring darkness.

Han Zhan was like a god of war. He raised his head and looked at the two people still standing behind him.

"Tell me, why do you nobles from the capital come to a small place like Shenlan City? It's impossible to make a trip just for a little person like me."

Seeing that Li Changhao was pinned to the ground and unable to move in one round,

Zayu No. 1 and Zayu No. 2 couldn't help but swallow.

"We, we are here to find the God of War and bring him a letter."

……

"Second uncle, the family elder asked me to deliver this letter to you."

Standing behind Li Shutong was a middle-aged man. From his facial features, he looked similar to Li Shutong.

"Second uncle, you have been away from the Li family for many years. The current situation is unpredictable. The elders of the Li family want you to go back and take charge of the overall situation for the Li family and tide over the difficulties."

Li Shutong said nothing.

Just being watched by him made the middle-aged man opposite him feel a little restless.

"Fengchun, how far have you practiced your Bajiquan?"

"Three urgent matters." Li Fengchun, who was sitting opposite, answered honestly.

"Have I given all the Eighth Fist to the Li family?" Li Shutong asked again.

"Yes, and there are very detailed cultivation experiences."

"How has the Li family managed to get along in Beijing with the help of my name in the past hundred years?" Li Shutong asked three times.

"The Li family has been doing very well in Jinghai for a hundred years. It is like the first family in Daxia. No one dares to touch the God of War's bad luck. They are all fawning."

After Li Shutong asked three questions, he raised his head, looked at Li Fengchun and said:

"I don't owe the Li family anything anymore, so why do those old guys still want me to go back and take charge of the overall situation?"

“There is no long-lasting family, and if future generations don’t work hard, how long can they rely on the shadow of their ancestors?”

"If the Li family is going to fall, let it fall."