1447: C1447 Meng Hu and the Herculean Bull Appeared

C1447 Meng Hu and the Herculean Bull Appeared

Meng Hu and the Hercules Bovis appeared.

"Zhang Xing and his dragon wins two matches. Next, the third match will be held."

Another fat elder who looked like Maitreya Buddha announced.

Meng Hu slowly stood up. "I will challenge Zhang Xing in the third match."

fat elder nodded and did not say anything.

The surrounding disciples waved their fists excitedly and cheered loudly.

"Big Brother Meng Hu will definitely win."

"Big Brother Meng Hu is mighty!"

“...”

Zhang Xing looked at Meng Hu. Judging from the Aura, he should be a Three Star Combat Saint.

He was older than both of them. He was probably over fifty years old.

At the same time, he was also sighing in his heart.

In the outside world, those high and mighty leveling bosses... Which one of them wasn't over 400 years old?

Their entire life of bitter cultivation, in the end, was only 4 or 5 stars.

And among the younger generation here, the youngest one, a One Star War Saint, was only around thirty years old.

The older 4-5 Star War Saint was only around 100 years old.

As for those elders, they had lived for at least 500 years.

They were really people from two different worlds!

Meng Hu came in front of Zhang Xing, his eyes gloomy.

"Zhang Xing, you are very strong. Use the magic, the domain, and the Martial Skills you just used. I would like to experience it for myself."

Zhang Xing smiled faintly. "As you wish, please!"

Meng Hu nodded." May I know which dragon you will use this time?"

Zhang Xing waved his hand. "Shi Yi, come out and have some fun."

Meng Hu was stunned. "What kind of dragon is Eleven?"

Black Eleven was a Black Dragon, and White Eleven was a white dragon. What was Eleven?

Zhang Xing knew he had misunderstood, but there was no need to explain it to him.

He thought, "Guess!"

Long Yinian's little brother flew out in a flash.

He glanced at Meng Hu with a look that said, I look down on you, you are a weak chicken.

Meng Hu's mood became even worse after being looked down upon by the dragon.

However, when he looked at Shi Yi, he felt like he was looking at the fast dragon his cousin Meng Ding was talking about.1

The Flying unicorn was not even as fast as him, so naturally, he could not summon a warbeast with speed that could determine its length.

"Hercules Bovis, you'll be the one to deal with this battle."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a huge bull appeared in the sky!

When Zhang Xing saw this huge bull, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Damn, isn't this the Bull Demon King?

He had two horns on his head and a pair of huge nostrils facing the sky. He had a foolish and ferocious look on his face.

Furthermore, this huge bull didn't look like an ordinary Devil Beast.

He was standing.

Two front hooves stood behind him, two back hooves standing, just like a human.

He shook the huge cephalo- slightly. He looked at the spatiotemporal dragon on the opposite side as if he was deep in thought.

"F * ck! You've become a demon, and you're a demon?"

Shi Yi was also stunned by the pretentious Hercules Bovis.

"Un! Young man, your eyesight is not bad. This cow has gone through an unknown amount of time before being able to cultivate to its current realm."

"Although you are a dragon-type race, you are still not a match for this Hercules Bovis. Surrender and admit defeat."

The Hercules Bovis looked at the horizon with a profound gaze, portraying the demeanor of a mighty Predecessor.

"Surrender and admit defeat? Admit your sister!"

Shi Yi couldn't stand the behavior of the Hercules Bovis.

His body flashed, passing through time and space, and instantly appeared behind the Hercules Bovis. With a swing of the dragon tail, it ruthlessly smashed onto his back.

Bang!

A muffled explosion exploded.

"Moo! Moo! Moo! "

The Hercules Bovis spun around in pain.

Shi Yi felt a numbing pain on his tail.

However, what surprised him even more was that the barbaric bull's body only swayed a little.

Its tail actually didn't twitch!

Indeed, its skin was rough and thick, and it was resistant to beatings.

However, as long as he could feel the pain, it was fine. If he couldn't, then ten or a hundred times.

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