I Have a Three-Realm Auction System

"Have you found it?" Zhou Fan couldn't help but smile as he looked at the van that was suddenly speeding up ahead.

If you find it, you will find it. It's not a big deal. In the face of absolute strength, any tricks are useless.

Half an hour later, Peng Biao drove to an auto repair shop near Quancheng and parked his car at the door.

"Brothers, copy guys, there will be a big list later." After getting out of the car, Peng Biao shouted.

Immediately afterwards, strong men in short sleeves walked out of the repair workshop. They were holding one-meter-long steel pipes.

"Brother Biao, is the money coming?" I saw a young man in his twenties walking out of the crowd.

Compared with Peng Biao and others, the young man's physique is much worse, and even his muscles are not as big as theirs, but facing this young man, even in Peng Biao's eyes, there is a trace of fear in his eyes.

This young man's name is Zhao Ling. His parents died when he was a child, and he lived a begging life. It was very miserable.

However, when he was fifteen years old, he met an old Taoist priest and gave him a book of qi training. With this qi training, his strength was slowly improving, and now he is an innate The masters in the middle stage of the realm, Peng Biao and the others, are not his opponents.

"Forget it, I met a ruthless guy, and my brothers were all injured." Peng Biao sighed.

"Someone dares to hurt you, doesn't he want to live?" There was a tyrannical air in Zhao Ling's eyes, fierce and hot.

"More than just hitting us, he's coming." Peng Biao said with a wry smile.

"Following?" Zhao Ling's pupils shrank slightly, who is so bold, even their old nest! "Hmph, since he dares to come, let him come and go!"

Not long after, a Land Rover stopped at the door of the repair shop, and a young man stepped down from it.

Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment. This young man looked like he was only in his early twenties, or even younger than him. How could such a guy beat Peng Biao and others so miserably?

"Enclose." With a wave of Peng Biao's palm, the twenty or so strong men holding steel pipes directly surrounded Zhou Fan in the center, staring at Zhou Fan with a bad look.

As long as Peng Biao gave an order, they would take action without hesitation.

"Where is Zhou Hao?" In the face of more than twenty people, Zhou Fan still had no fear and looked at Peng Biao with a calm expression.

Although this group of people is vicious, but to Zhou Fan, they do not pose any threat.

The only one worthy of his attention was a young man. Judging from the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from his body, he had already reached the innate realm.

In this remote and poor county, Zhou Fan could not help but be surprised that he could meet the powerhouse of the innate realm.

"Boy, you should worry about yourself first." Peng Biao sneered, and with a wave of his palm, everyone rushed towards Zhou Fan.

Holding the steel pipe, they lifted it and slammed it down towards Zhou Fan. This time, they used all their strength and showed no mercy.

More than a dozen steel pipes fell at the same time, blocking all of Zhou Fan's retreats. If it was an ordinary person, he would be panicked under such circumstances, and he didn't know what to do.

But Zhou Fan still looked calm as usual.

Powerful Bull Demon Fist!

moo...

Vaguely, there seemed to be a bull's cry, and at the moment when those steel pipes fell, a fierce fist shot out, sending everyone flying away.

Under the action of the fist strength, the steel tube formed a strong anti-shock force, and bombarded everyone's chest, causing them to fall heavily to the ground, wailing in pain, and fell to the ground.

One move, just one move, defeated more than ten strong men holding steel pipes. The impact of this scene was really too great, and Peng Biao was stunned for a while.

He knew that Zhou Fan was very strong and could defeat several by himself, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

Zhao Ling, who was standing not far from Peng Biao, had a solemn expression. Zhou Fan's previous punch might have had a thousand jins of power. Such power would never appear in an ordinary person.

Then there is only one explanation. Zhou Fan is not an ordinary person. It is very likely that he is a monk like himself.

However, he did not detect the fluctuation of spiritual power from Zhou Fan's body. Could it be that his strength is only acquired?

But in the realm of the day after tomorrow, how can it have such terrifying punching power?

"Tell me, where is Zhou Hao?" Zhou Fan looked at Peng Biao and Zhao Ling, his expression was still calm, and he could not see joy or sorrow.

"You are very strong!" Zhao Ling walked out slowly, a strong energy was accumulating in his low body, "However, if you want to know where that guy is, let's go through me first."

Zhao Ling stepped out, and the spiritual energy in his body gathered towards the palm of his hand, and he slapped Zhou Fan's chest with one palm.

He knew that Zhou Fan was not easy, so this palm directly used all his strength.

"Boy, force Zhao Ling to do it, this time I don't think you are dead!" Seeing Zhao Ling do it, Peng Biao suppressed the shock in his heart and showed a sneer.

As for Zhao Ling's strength, he is very clear that as long as Zhao Ling makes a move, no one can stand.

Although Zhou Fan is strong, in his opinion, he is far from Zhao Ling's opponent!

"Tips for eagles!" Zhou Fan laughed lightly, clasped his fingers together, and threw a punch.

However, he did not use his full strength in this punch, otherwise, with his cultivation in the late stage of the Earth Immortal Realm, no matter how strong Zhao Ling was, he might not be able to stop his punch.

boom!

The fists and palms intersected, making a roar, and a faint energy ripple swept away towards the surroundings.

At the moment when the two were fighting, a strong anti-shock force formed, which directly caused Zhou Fan and Zhao Ling to retreat.

However, Zhou Fan took half a step back and stabilized his body, but Zhao Ling took seven or eight steps back.

"What a powerful force." Zhao Ling looked very solemn, Zhou Fan's power was really too strong, even if he used his spiritual power, he was still not Zhou Fan's opponent, and even due to the strong anti-shock force, his arm Trembling, trembling.

"How can this guy be so strong?" Peng Biao's heart trembled, Zhao Ling was his last support, if even Zhao Ling was not Zhou Fan's opponent, what else could he do?

"You are not my opponent, let's go." Zhou Fan looked at Zhao Ling, his expression still calm and indifferent.

"Whether it's your opponent, you won't know until you hit it." Zhao Ling took a deep breath, he stood up slowly, his fingers twitched, and the complex aura of imprinting danced at his fingertips.

"Frozen Heart Art, Frozen!"

Zhao Ling pointed his finger at Zhou Fan, and a strange force instantly enveloped Zhou Fan.