Crackling…
Fang Han spread his hands and clenched them into fists. The muscles all over his body bulged, and his bones crackled like thunder.
It was hard to buy a sound.
Fang Han, who was at the peak of External Refinement, could be considered a small martial arts expert.
Although he was not a martial arts grandmaster.
The white-haired zombie's body was stiff. Its two hands were straight and could not be bent at all.
He could only hop and jump, approach Fang Han, and then use his sharp nails to slam into Fang Han.
Fang Han jumped forward and dodged to the side the moment he got close to the white-haired zombie.
Although Iron Skin was a hard body skill, it could make the entire body as hard as steel.
However, his opponent was a zombie after all. He would not foolishly bump into it. If he was pierced by the zombie's fingernails, he would be infected by the corpse poison.
Bang...
Fang Han's entire body crashed into the zombie's body. He pressed down with his elbow and hit the white-haired zombie hard.
The white-haired zombie's body was as hard as steel, but under Fang Han's impact, it was like a kite with a broken string.
The body hit the ground and slid for more than ten meters.
The moment it stopped, the white-haired zombie suddenly turned around and rushed into the forest.
Fang Han was speechless.
He ran away just like that.
"D * mn, is this a zombie?"
Fang Han really did not expect that the white-haired zombie would actually be sent flying by his strength.
Then, he would take the opportunity to escape.
Was this really a white-haired zombie?
With this level of intelligence, Fang Han would not doubt him even if he was called the Zombie King.
"Don't run."
Fang Han leaped into the air, crossed a pile of bushes, and followed behind the white-haired zombie.
It was not easy for him to become stronger. He did not want to let the white-haired zombie go.
One person and one zombie, one in front and one behind.
Not long ago, it was the white-haired zombie chasing after Fang Han. Now, it was Fang Han chasing after the white-haired zombie.
It was really the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao.
Ren Family Town, southwest of the mortuary.
Two figures walked in the forest.
One of them had a dignified face and a righteous aura. He was wearing a bright yellow Daoist robe and held a peach wood sword in his hand.
There was a young man beside him.
They were Ninth Uncle and Qiusheng.
Not long ago, Ninth Uncle received a request from the neighboring village to bring his disciple Qiu Sheng to deal with ghosts.
Ninth Uncle couldn't wait to go home that night after settling the matter.
Only powerful Taoist priests like Ninth Uncle dared to travel in the forest at night.
If it was an ordinary person, they would definitely hide at home and sleep at night. They would not dare to go out at all.
After all, this was a world where demons ran amok.
"There's Corpse Qi."
Ninth Uncle suddenly felt the corpse aura in the distance and immediately took out his peach wood sword, his eyes filled with vigilance.
"Master, the weather is so dark and it's late at night. It's normal for there to be humidity during the rainy season.”
Qiu Sheng, who was beside him, was silly. He really thought that there was moisture.
Ninth Uncle's face also darkened. He had been smart all his life. Why did he have two such stupid disciples?
Was he talking about humidity?
He was a Taoist priest, so he was naturally talking about corpse qi.
"You idiot, I'm talking about corpse qi. The corpse of a zombie, not moisture.”
Ninth Uncle knocked Qiusheng's head hard.
"What is it? Are there zombies?"
Qiu Sheng was also frightened. Ignoring the pain in his head, he picked up the peach wood sword and looked around vigilantly.
Although he had learned from Ninth Uncle for several years, he was still very afraid of zombies.
"Don't run."
A loud shout suddenly came from the silent forest.
Ninth Uncle and Qiu Sheng looked into the distance at the same time.
The two of them could vaguely see two figures.
The figure at the front was jumping and jumping. It should be a zombie, and behind it were people.
In other words, a person was chasing a zombie.
"Master, that person seems to be chasing zombies. He looks quite powerful.”
"Yes, very powerful."
Ninth Uncle glared at Qiu Sheng.
This brat, after learning from him for so many years, could only deal with some ordinary undeads, not even zombies.
Unlike the youth in front of him, although he could not see Fang Han's face clearly, he could tell from his voice that this was a young man.
They were both young people, but why was there such a huge difference?
Qiu Sheng also saw the disappointment in Ninth Uncle's eyes. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
He felt that he was already outstanding enough, but compared to this person who was chasing zombies, he was far inferior.
"Ninth Uncle?"
Fang Han also saw Ninth Uncle and Wen Cai and recalled the past.
Back then, he had taken Ninth Uncle as his master many times and had given him enough face. In the end, he was still rejected by Ninth Uncle.
Now that he had activated his golden finger, no, it should be his golden body. His strength had become stronger, and he no longer needed to take Ninth Uncle as his master.
If Ninth Uncle knew how powerful he was, he would definitely regret it back then.
Fang Han tidied his clothes and sped up to close the distance between him and the white-haired zombie.
He wanted to show off in front of Ninth Uncle and let Ninth Uncle know that he had looked down on him in the past, but now he was unworthy of him.
"Master, it seems to be the person who wants to take you as his master, but how can it be him? He can actually kill zombies."
Qiu Sheng saw Fang Han's face clearly and was dumbfounded.
The rich man from the neighboring town, who often wanted to become his master's disciple, was actually able to kill zombies.
With this ability, did he still need to acknowledge his master?
Ninth Uncle also saw Fang Han and was equally shocked.
The person he looked down on and felt that he had no fate with the Maoshan Sect was actually so powerful.
At this moment, Ninth Uncle felt inexplicably regretful.
If he had accepted Fang Han back then and taught him seriously, he would definitely have achieved something.
Compared to his two disciples, Fang Han was much more outstanding.
According to his understanding, it had only been two months since the last time. Fang Han could kill zombies in two months.
This talent was really enviable.
Bang...
Fang Han finally caught up to the white-haired zombie. He leaped into the air and kicked the white-haired zombie's shoulder.
Kacha...
The white-haired zombie's shoulder was crushed by Fang Han, and its already torn clothes turned into strips of cloth.
His entire shoulder caved in, and his corpse fell to the ground.
"Master, did I see wrongly? He had actually kicked the zombie's shoulder.”
Qiu Sheng widened his eyes and gasped.
Was this still that youth who had sought the Dao?
Ninth Uncle was shocked again.
A white-haired zombie could just collapse its shoulder with a kick.
However, he had been learning Dao for decades, while Fang Han had only been learning for a few years at most, or even a few months.
He was actually able to reach such a realm.
(On the first day of the new book, 1,000 flowers added one update. Recently, there was time, and the number of updates was also quite high.)）
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