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 was about six feet three, with two little devils 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.

If we were to say which of the two is the Two-Horned Ghost King, judging by their appearance, it is really easy to think that it is Tu Shanjun.

As soon as the two-horned ghost came in, he immediately locked eyes with Tushanjun and yelled, "Why is that green-faced fellow pretending to be me?"

"You are so unreasonable, you pretend to be me and you dare to speak so loudly." Tu Shanjun wiped his mouth, grinning, a pair of sharp fangs were perfectly connected, his expression looked inexplicably ferocious.

The ghosts in the palace looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn’t say anything to persuade me or say anything.

Since there are two two-horned ghost kings, of course the one who can fight is the real one. They will not be able to tell who is real and who is fake like humans.

The stronger the two horns, the better. The one who loses is not the two horns.

Hearing Tushanjun's words, the two-horned ghost king suddenly became furious.

"How brave!"

In an instant, the two-horned ghost king appeared in front of Tushanjun. With a cruel expression in his rage, he clenched his fists as big as a casserole and swung them.

The hunting fist wind caused Tu Shanjun's wild red hair to scatter.

But there was no difference in Tushanjun's expression at all.

"Can't you stop me?"

"Then just die." The two-horned ghost roared.

All the ghosts and ghosts in the audience just watched.

On the other hand, the bone girl who was nestling next to Tushan Jun opened her eyes wide, she could feel the coldness on her skin.

The sharpness is like cutting through the skin and piercing into the bones.

Close.

Getting closer.

Even the fine skin and cold hairs on the face tilted away.

If this punch landed on her head, she had foreseen that her head would explode like a watermelon.

"Bang."

The bone girl closed her eyes tightly and huddled up.

The pain I imagined did not come, but instead felt strangely quiet and calm.

The bone girl huddled in the shadow opened her eyes and looked up.

The blue-black arm lay horizontally in front of him, motionless, and his broad ghost hand caught the incoming fist of the two-horned ghost.

One-arm block.

Tu Shanjun raised his head and drank heavily, and the bloody wine poured into his big mouth.

Silks will flow out from the corners of the mouth, and the red hair will be spread like a wild beast's mane, wild and unruly.

The two skeletal girls in the shadows actually saw admiration in each other's eyes.

When the two-horned ghost saw it, he was shocked and punched again with his free left hand.

"ah!"

"boom."

The wine jar immediately shattered, but it was already empty.

Tu Shanjun gave a fierce squeeze, and the residue of the wine jar in his hand suddenly turned into powder, and he made a half-bow fist.

Fired with a bang.

With just a bang, the body of the two-horned ghost was knocked out.

He rolled on the ground several times before finally stopping.

He spat out blood mixed with black, and just as he was about to raise his head, his eyes suddenly went dark.

It turned out that his huge body blocked the light behind him.

The two-horned ghost looked up, and in the backlight, he saw only a pair of scarlet ghost eyes opening in the shadow.

A terrifying sense of oppression came over him, making him feel timid for no reason.

His horns growled, his eyes were full of alertness, his body muscles were completely tense, and black mist drifted unnaturally.

Tushanjun wiped the corners of his mouth.

Good wine.

It's just too little, and it's not enough.

If you're too greedy to drink, it's better to take care of the two-horned ghost first.

Tushanjun stepped on the ground violently, and immediately stood on the ground with a bow and a horse. His body was like a stretched out full moon, and his fists, which were bigger than a casserole, were waving.

The two-horned ghost roared and bounced up. Although it was a moment slower, he still waved his fist.

Fists collide.

The oscillating ripples just escaped.

It's just that Tushanjun's fists are even better.

One punch passed.

The two-horned ghost's arms were completely broken up, hanging at his sides like noodles.

His body was also blown away again.

It hit the pillar of the hall hard.

Most of the body was embedded in it, and black and red blood flowed down the gap.

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 grow longer.

It turned into blue-black, and even 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.

"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, dodging Tu Shanjun's punch.

At the same time, both palms were raised from bottom to top and slapped on Tushanjun's belly.

Tu Shanjun took half a step back and looked down. There were two ghost handprints on his stomach, and black blood flowed down the wounds.

If it weren't for the deflection of his center due to the punch, he wouldn't have been able to move at all, but it is undeniable that the two-horned ghost not only dodged his fist, but also blocked the attack with his backhand.

It looks like he needs to show some real skills.

This would force Wen Yue to support him with his magic power.

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.
To be continued...