The mountains behind him rumbling constantly, and the entire mountain rolled down along the mountain, causing the noise to be shaken.

Yang Yi sat on the horse, opened his mouth wide and looked at everything that was happening in front of him. For the first time, he knew what a real master was.

A sword breaks the mountains and waves his hand to strike the floating clouds. This is already a method of a god.

After he came to his senses, he looked at the sky above Jinding Mountain.

At this time, in the sky of Jinding Mountain, the dead gray giant palm that had just broken with his wrist and disappeared in the air at some point. Only the initial warm and jade-like palm remained in the air and never disappeared.

When Yang Yi looked at the giant palm in the air, the giant palm shook slightly, as if "looking at" Yang Yi. Then he raised his little finger and a huge gray object flew towards Yang Yi.

After seeing the flying object clearly, Yang Yi couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The gray object flying towards him turned out to be a huge palm, which should be the one that was just cut off.

This palm looked incredible in the air. After flying towards Yang Yi, it seemed even more huge, pressing down on Yang Yi's head like a gray cloud.

Yang Yi was shocked. Seeing that the giant palm was coming so fast, it had reached the top of his head in an instant. When he was about to avoid it, the gray palm suddenly became sharply smaller in the air. By the time Yang Yi was over, his palm had become almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

The palm suddenly stopped in the air and flew slowly to Yang Yi.

After Yang Yi dazed to take the broken hand, and when he looked up at the sky, his giant palm had disappeared.

"Listen to the old man who cut his legs just now, it seems that the huge slap in the sky is the palm of my father?" Yang Yi's heart thumped, "How powerful is my father? What kind of existence is this supreme master?"

Thinking about the horror of his practice of Confucianism and Taoism, Yang Yi was both excited and yearning, "If they can reach this level, I will sooner or later!"

His thoughts fluctuated and it took him a long time to calm down his excitement.

With a turn of his eyes, Yang Yi looked at the broken palm in his hand.

The originally gray broken palm turned black at this time, not like a flesh-and-blood body, but like a palm-shaped weapon made of unknown metal.

The long nails on the five fingers on the broken palm exuded an indescribable sharp aura, giving people a feeling of invincibility.

Yang Yi's heart moved and grabbed the black palm and stepped on a huge rock beside him.

In the silence, the broken palm had already sank into the huge rock.

"Good guy!"

After pulling out the broken palm from the huge rock, Yang Yi exclaimed loudly, "This broken palm is comparable to a magic weapon, and is much more powerful than the Yitian Sword behind me!"

He looked at the broken palm again and again, feeling a little unsatisfied, "I'm afraid this slap is not just as sharp as it is. Since my father gave me such a thing, there must be his reason."

He thought about it, and a stream of internal force surged out of his palm and spread to the broken palm.

"boom!"

The small slap suddenly began to grow bigger after the internal force entered, and instantly it became the size of a palm fan.

"Huh? Good stuff!"

Yang Yi was amazed in his heart, "I want to see how big you can become in the end!"

As his internal energy continued to be input into the broken palm, the broken palm quickly expanded. When the giant palm expanded to the size of the house, Yang Yi's internal force was getting more and more difficult to input, and the speed of the giant palm expansion began to slow down.

"This broken palm should continue to grow bigger, but there is still something in my inner body. Otherwise, it should have expanded to the size of the slap when it first appeared in the air!"

Thinking that when the broken palm appeared in the air, it seemed that the entire Jinding Mountain could be grabbed with one palm, Yang Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If it really restored to the size of a few miles, I can't use it!"

He slapped the huge broken palm in his hand towards the huge rock in front of him, "I wonder what the power will be when the slap becomes bigger?"

Seeing the huge rock in front of him being hit by the broken palm, it silently turned into powder all over the floor, Yang Yi was extremely shocked, "How powerful is this slap master? Even the broken slap is so great!"

Suddenly, he realized that even though the master of the broken palm had the ability to shake the earth, he was still beaten like a grandson by his father. Yang Yi felt even more excited. "Dad told me that I didn't know much about the first level of realm and level of heaven at that time, but now I understand a little bit. It turns out that the difference between different martial arts realms is so big!"

He slowly reclaimed the internal strength of the broken palm in his hand, and the giant palm slowly shrank. When the broken palm retracted to its original size, Yang Yi continued to pull the internal strength from the inside of the broken palm. With his pull, the broken palm continued to shrink until it became the size of an egg, and the broken palm stopped changing.

"It can be big or small, Ruyi Divine Soldier, this is!"

Yang Yi felt hot, "It's so magical? What kind of world is this world? I haven't left the Taishi Mansion for so many years, and I feel like I have missed a lot of interesting things!"

He put his shrinking broken palm into the treasure bag, and turned around and looked on the way he came, and saw that Yuxia Zhenren was walking over in a very embarrassing manner.

Yang Yi laughed loudly, and when he squeezed the horse's belly, the yellow horse instantly arrived in front of Yuxia Zhenren, bent down and leaned over, and grabbed Yuxia Zhenren.

Seeing Yang Yi urging the horse to catch him, Yuxia Zhenren said angrily: "Yang Yi! Don't bully others too much!"

He had just escaped from the mountain road where rocks were splashing, and was weak at this time. Although he could see clearly the momentum of Yang Yi's palm, he had no power to avoid resistance. He felt that his chest tightened and Yang Yi grabbed it and lifted it into the air.

"Yang Yi!"

Taoist Yuxia panted in the air and cursed: "Forgive others if you want to! Since you are the young master, I already understand the matter of the world of sword testing. Now that I have been pushed by you by you, I have also been hurt by you. You have won this game, and I will admit defeat by the old Taoist!"

He kicked his hands and feet in the air. Seeing that Yang Yi had not put him down, he said angrily: "What else do you want?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Yuxia, I promised someone to overturn Jinding Mountain and collapse Yuxia Cave. At the same time, I would catch you and ask you something clearly. Do you think I am really just a fight with you?"

Yuxia's face changed, "What do you want to ask?"

Yang Yi said: "I ask you, what's going on with the hearts and hearts of the Wu King in Dingzhou?"

Taoist Yuxia said in a daze: "Are you a person sent by Yang Kun?"

Yang Yi nodded and said, "It can be said the same!"

Yuxia sighed, "What else do I have to say now?"

He said tragically: "You have seen the fight in the air just now. How can I afford to provoke such a person? The person behind me is the two people who were pulled off by Master Yang. As for why they came from, I can't say."

Yang Yi said: "Why can't you say it?"

Yuxia said: "They controlled me, and I would die as soon as I said it!"

Yang Yi stared at Yuxia's true man with his eyes, and the voice suddenly became unpredictable, "Who are they? Why do they do such a cruel thing? What is the purpose?"

When he said this, he had already used the magic sound soul control technique of the Demon Sect to take advantage of the chaos and exhaustion of Yuxia's mind, and induce her mentally.

At this time, Yuxia Zhenren lost all her concentration, and her body of true energy had lost control. The hole in her chest was stabbed by Yang Yi's phlegm began to leak blood. Now that Yang Yi was asked lightly, her mind gradually became confused, and her eyes slowly lost their spirits. She said blankly: "They are from the northern Immortal City, and their purpose is..."

Speaking of this, Yuxia Zhenren showed a struggle on her face, and drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly became clear, and then a great sense of fear came out of his eyes and shouted bitterly: "No! I..."

"Bang!"

His head suddenly bulged, and it exploded like a ripe watermelon.
Chapter completed!