Tu Shanjun didn't care at all about Gaomen singing and drinking.

He felt that drinking from the wine bottle was particularly unsatisfying, so he directly grabbed the wine jar, opened his big mouth and let the wine pour into his stomach.

Eat and drink when you should, but they are not affected.

"Dong dong."

Heavy footsteps sounded, and a tall evil ghost appeared at the door of the lobby.

He must be about six feet three in stature, with two little ghosts following him.

It has green-faced fangs, log chiseled teeth, and two ghost horns less than an inch long on its forehead, which are smaller and lighter in color than Tushanjun's ghost horns.

The two-horned ghost's arms were completely beaten into a pulp, hanging down by his side like noodles.

His body was also blown away again.

It was firmly mounted on the pillars of the main hall, with most of its body embedded in it, and black and red blood flowed down the gaps.

The two-horned ghost pulled his body out of the sealed pillar.

The blood on the top of his head kept flowing down, and his rickety body gradually straightened up.

"Hahaha."

The two-horned ghost laughed, and his arms turned like noodles, quickly returning to their original shape under the repair of the black ghost mist.

"How strong I thought you were, turns out you are only this strong."

"Then you'd better die."

The two horns on the forehead of the Two-Horned Ghost gradually grew longer and turned into blue-black, and his own aura was rapidly improving.

Although the Two-Horned Ghost is still 80% qualified in Qi training, the level of danger to Tushanjun now is completely different from that of the original ghost.

At the same time, the two-horned ghost closed his eyes.

Under the outbreak of so many evil spirits.

This thing itself is a powerful medicine, you can take it in moderation, but you can't overdose.

Tu Shanjun punched quickly.

The fist formed an afterimage, but only one or two punches from a dozen punches could hit.

The speed and strength of the Double-Horned Ghost have indeed been improved, but they are relatively limited. Logically speaking, it cannot avoid Tushanjun's fists at all, and it can also accurately hit the nodes where the breath flows in Tushanjun's body.

This kind of fighting method is similar to Tu Shanjun's battle with Cui Guang that day.

Because he is familiar with Yuan Ling Gong and Three Rainbow Sword Techniques, Tu Shanjun can always predict the enemy and make judgments in advance.

Tu Shanjun turned his wrist slightly, and wrapped his open ghost hand around the neck of the two-horned ghost: "The old ape hangs the seal, intending to turn back."

After the ghost hand caught the two-horned ghost, Tushanjun raised his right fist.

The Two-Horned Ghost can fine-tune its body, so as long as you can catch him, no matter how strong your mind is, it's useless.

The two-horned ghost beat Tushanjun crazily in the hope of breaking free, but how could Tushanjun give him this chance?

Bang bang bang.

Tu Shanjun punched the Two-Horned Ghost crazily with one punch after another, and black-red blood spattered on his face.

The corners of his mouth gradually raised.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Tu Shanjun felt more and more that his guess was correct: "Those ghost horns may really have an ability similar to the mind's eye."

The corners of the Two-Horned Ghost's mouth were cracked and its fangs were exposed. While dodging Tushanjun's attacks, his fists also caused a lot of damage to Tushanjun.

The old ape hangs his seal and rubs his fist against the double-horned ghost's neck, hitting the gap.

"You can't hit me."

The two-horned ghost dodged slightly, as if he had already expected that Tushanjun's fist would land here, and his words were full of mockery.

That's right.

It's this kind of fist-to-flesh fight that makes people more enjoyable.

Crazy hammering.

Until the evil ghost in his hand turned into a human shape and fell into a pool of blood behind him.

"Close your eyes on the battlefield, you've had enough fun."

Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart: "Can I still be happy?"

No matter what the Two-Horned Ghost uses, even if he raises his strength to the ninth level of Qi training, he will still be defeated by his fists.

In the blink of an eye, a fist came.

The double-horned ghost with its eyes closed swayed slightly to avoid Tushanjun's punch. At the same time, he raised his palms from bottom to top and slapped Tushanjun on the stomach.

Wen Yue in the village at the foot of the mountain opened his eyes with a solemn expression.

Originally, the mana input was relatively stable, but from the beginning, he was at least doubling the mana input into the soul flag.

"Sir, you are in trouble."

You don't need to think about it to know that at this time, a fight with a ghost must have broken out.

Fortunately, he was well prepared, and both spiritual stones and ghost pills were within reach.
Chapter completed!