Super Small Farmer

"For half an hour, it seems that these elders feel sorry for everyone and don't want anyone to die. It's a pity... some people, since I, Yang Tao, want to kill them, they will definitely not live intact."

Yang Tao has already started to get up slightly, and the zombie is not brought around him. It seems that Yang Tao at this moment has completely forgotten that he still has a sentence like a zombie.

There is no slight fluctuation in cultivation, so even if someone like Wu Yong has reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation and has spiritual consciousness, he still didn't notice the slightest when Yang Tao was not completely close.

And Yang Tao's target is naturally Wu Yong!

"Wu Yong, Wu Tian Wudi, and Zhong Liang, you bastards, the fat man will not let you go. Don't forget, fat man, I have a background!"

Fatty Zhang was sweating profusely on his forehead, but even so, he still didn't give up his verbal skills. Obviously, the talismans and other things obtained from the ten people are enough for him to cope with the current situation at this moment.

Of course, if time continues, it may be dangerous.

"Half an hour, Uncle Clan, why do you need half an hour, wouldn't it be good to end it immediately?"

Fatty Zhang felt bitter in his heart. He knew these things about himself, but he couldn't hold on for half an hour. Wait a minute, how will Wu Yong deal with himself?

Damn it, if the power of this curse is contaminated, it will be very difficult to get rid of it. Even if he had the cheek to look for the clan uncle, he would probably make his flesh hurt unceasingly.

Just when Fatty Zhang was struggling, Yang Tao had already come within ten meters of Wu Yong.

"Huh?! Could it be that his spiritual consciousness hasn't reached ten meters?"

Three meters, that is the scope of Yang Tao's spiritual consciousness when he was concentrating on the fifth level. At this moment, the range of his spiritual consciousness is already ten meters.

And the range of the others, including Wu Yong, is only three meters at the moment. That's why, from the very beginning, Wu Yong always wanted to condense his spiritual consciousness at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

This is a great advantage for the future.

If it wasn't for Yang Tao's appearance, Wu Yong would definitely wait. Until he couldn't wait any longer, so Wu Yong's hatred for Yang Tao had gone deep into his bones.

"Three meters!"

Yang Tao approached cautiously, but he still didn't mobilize any real energy, like an ordinary person, he didn't even look at Wu Yong.

He was afraid that Wu Yong would notice something, so he looked directly at Fatty Zhang beside him.

"Damn it, who is trying to get Fatty Master up? Why does Fatty Master feel chilly!"

What surprised Yang Tao slightly was that Fatty Zhang's spiritual sense was so sharp that he only looked over it, but the other party seemed to have noticed something.

"Um?!"

Wu Yong frowned slightly, and his eyes kept scanning around. This detail was naturally noticed by Yang Tao.

"Three meters?! Could it be that their spiritual consciousness is only three meters?!"

Yang Tao has retreated to a place three meters away at this moment, but he is still thinking about it in his heart. Especially for this white man practicing corpse, looking at his appearance, he might be a Western clergyman.

"But why, do Western priests have the power of curse in their bodies?"

This made Yang Tao very puzzled, as if it shouldn't be like this. Anyway, isn't every one of the Lord's subordinates extremely holy?

At least, that's how it should look.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the white man who practiced the corpse seemed to be aware of it, and roared in the direction of Yang Tao.

"Oh, I really didn't expect it to be discovered by this guy first."

Yang Tao smiled in surprise, but his figure didn't stop at all, the power of thunder in his hand appeared instantly, and the cultivation of true qi in the whole body suddenly circulated.

The figure turned into a sharp sword, heading towards Wu Yong.

"What?!"

The distance of three meters is too short for Yang Tao. Even though Wu Yong had begun to feel the warning of the white man training corpses, Yang Tao's speed of action was not slow. When he reacted, he could only passively twist his body.

Avoid the upper body, the most vital parts.

Moreover, the defensive power on his body was completely stretched, and all of this was subconscious behavior, and he didn't allow him to think too much about it.

"Ding!"

Click!

The power of thunder emerged from Yang Tao's palm and pressed down on Wu Yong's shoulder with a bang.

"Yang Tao, it's you!"

Wu Yong roared angrily, and at this moment, the white man also stretched out his claws towards Yang Tao's back! Different from Yang Tao's zombie, the claws of this white man are still like normal people at the moment, without any difference.

But at the fingertips of the fingers, there are streaks of cold light constantly flowing!

"Ah?! Boss, sure enough, the wise and powerful boss, so you have come here a long time ago."

After Fatty Zhang saw that it was Yang Tao, his whole body became extremely excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. The magic talisman in his hand, as if he didn't want money, kept throwing it towards Wu Tian and Wu Di.

"Damn it, Yang Tao is here!"

The second one who felt his scalp tingle was Zhong Liang, he could already guess Yang Tao's terror. From the beginning, he planned not to provoke Yang Tao.

But at this moment, after Yang Tao pressed his palm on Wu Yong's body, he didn't turn or look back, but came directly towards Zhong Liang.

"Brother Yang Tao, between us..."

bump!

Yang Tao didn't care what the other party said, he stretched out his palms very fiercely towards the other party, and met Zhong Liang's two palms abruptly.

The whole person, following this burst of strength, instantly rebounded and headed towards Fang Buwen!

"damn it!"

Fang Buwen gritted his teeth, he really wanted to attack Yang Tao immediately, but it took time to activate that magic talisman. But at this moment, Yang Tao obviously wouldn't give him such time.

"not good!"

Wu Tian exclaimed, it turned out that Yang Tao's goal was not Fang Buwen at all. Just as he was about to get close to Fang Wen, Yang Tao turned his body around and came directly towards the two of them.

Two palms with the power of thunder, one left and one right, one front and one back, directly followed Wu Tian and Wu Di's bodies.

After doing all this, Yang Tao slapped the ground with both hands, but at this time, the power of thunder in his hands had been replaced by the power of flame.

"Boss, when did you come here? I have never noticed you. You are so amazing!"

Fatty Zhang ran over, flattering him with a flattering voice.

"Stay on the sidelines, busy!"

After Yang Tao finished all this, the whole person did not end, but facing Wu Yong, Wu Tian, ​​Wu Di, and the white man who practiced the corpse, his hands started to dance.

But at this moment, what he uses in his hands is neither the spell of the Heavenly Master, nor the spell of the Five Elements School...