Chang Mei Zhenren was knocked out by Ye Qiu's punch and almost fell into the river. At the critical moment, he quickly grabbed the railing along the side of the ship, did a backflip, and stood firmly on the deck.
Then, looking at Ye Qiu, his heart was filled with surprise.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't block Ye Qiu's punch since he was already an immortal cultivator in the first stage of foundation building.
Could it be that the little bastard used some dirty trick?
That’s for sure!
Otherwise, there is no way that little brat can be my opponent.
Master Changmei thought of this and said dissatisfiedly: "Little bastard, let's fight, what are you doing to me?"
"I didn't trick you." Ye Qiu said.
He was also surprised because he didn't use all his strength in that punch just now.
He originally wanted to test the gap between himself and the immortal cultivator, but unexpectedly, he directly knocked away the immortal Changmei.
Seeing that Ye Qiu refused to admit it, Master Changmei snorted coldly: "Little brat, I don't know how many pounds you have? You must have used some dirty tricks just now, otherwise I wouldn't be able to repel you."
Ye Qiu asked: "Are we still going to compete?"
"Of course." Master Changmei made up his mind to give Ye Qiu a good beating while his cultivation level is higher than that of Ye Qiu.
Otherwise, when Ye Qiu also becomes an immortal cultivator in the future, he will have no chance to bully Ye Qiu.
"Old guy, try punching me again."
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he punched Master Changmei again.
Master Changmei used 80% of his strength this time. He saw Ye Qiu's fist coming towards him, and then he met it with a palm.
"boom!"
Fists collided.
Master Changmei felt as if an overwhelming power surged into Ye Qiu's fist, rushing into his palm.
In an instant, the long-browed master felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body flew backwards again.
This time, Master Changmei was not as lucky as before and fell directly into the river.
"No, the old thing can't stop my fist?" Ye Qiu felt incredible.
Xiao Zhan also looked shocked and said: "Boss, you are so awesome, you actually knocked away the immortal cultivator."
Ye Qiu said: "I guess the old guy didn't use his full strength."
Soon, Master Changmei rushed up from the river and fell on the deck again.
At this time, he looked very embarrassed.
His whole body was soaked by the river water, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a drowned rat.
"Old guy, what's the matter with you?"
"Did you not eat, or did you let it go on purpose because you thought I wasn't a cultivator?"
"Come again!"
Ye Qiu punched for the third time.
"Come just come, I'm afraid you won't succeed."
It was said that the Clay Bodhisattva still had a certain amount of anger. He was blown away by Ye Qiu twice in a row, which made Master Changmei a little angry.
After all, he is also an immortal cultivator, but he is beaten away by little brats time and time again. If this spreads out, won't people laugh out loud?
Snapped!
Master Changmei raised his palm to meet Ye Qiu's fist.
He used 90% of his strength this time.
"boom!"
The fist and palm collided, making a loud bang. The next second, Changmei Zhenren let out a cry of pain, flew out again, and fell into the river.
Um?
Ye Qiu's expression changed slightly.
He realized something was wrong.
Under normal circumstances, a warrior who cultivates true energy is definitely no match for an immortal cultivator.
There is a world of difference in strength between the two.
When a cultivator takes action against a warrior, it is a dimensionality-reducing strike, but why are the old guys being knocked away by me one after another?
Ye Qiu thought for a moment and felt that there was only one possibility, and that was that his current combat power was no longer weaker than that of an immortal cultivator in the foundation-building realm.
"This should have something to do with the innate true energy that I have cultivated. Along the way, I have crossed borders several times to kill enemies, all relying on my innate true energy."
"This is enough to show that the combat power of Xiantian Qi is much more powerful than that of acquired Zhenqi."
"Although I am not an immortal cultivator yet, I have cultivated the Eight Paths of Innate True Qi, and my combat power can compete with the immortal cultivators in the foundation-building realm."
After thinking about this, Ye Qiu was very excited.
"Based on this kind of combat power, maybe after I cultivate the ten true qi, I can be called a strong man in the Banzun realm without going through any tribulations."
"Then when I reach the realm of the Venerable, or even the realm of the King, what level will my combat power be?"
For a time, Ye Qiu was full of yearning for the path of cultivating immortality.
Whoosh!
Master Changmei rushed out of the river, landed on the deck, pointed at Ye Qiu and cursed: "You little bastard, you actually used dirty tricks on me, how shameless."
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "Old man, if I tell you that I didn't use any dirty tricks, would you believe it?"
Master Changmei said angrily: "I don't believe it."
"Since you don't believe it, let's discuss it again." Ye Qiu kindly reminded Master Changmei: "Remember, you must not show mercy. You must use your strongest strength to avoid being beaten to tears by me later.
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"I'm not a three-year-old child, why are I crying?" Master Changmei said, "I was knocked away by you earlier because I didn't use my full strength."
"I am a cultivator. I am worried that if I explode with all my strength, I will beat you to death."
"But you have just said it for this reason. It seems that if I don't give you any color, you still think that I, an immortal cultivator, am a weakling."
"Little bastard, be careful."
"I'm going to use dragon energy."
After Master Changmei finished speaking, a huge aura erupted from his body, a dragon energy flew behind him, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.
"boom!"
Chang Mei Zhenren took one step forward, and the ship shook violently, as if it would be overturned at any time.
"Little bastard, take the move!"
Master Changmei pressed out his palm, and the dragon energy quickly rushed towards Ye Qiu. Its powerful power was frightening to the extreme.
"Dragon Slaying Fist!"
Ye Qiu condensed eight strands of Qi into his right fist and punched out, like a thunder strike, which was extremely terrifying.
"hold head high--"
The thundering dragon roar sounded.
Ye Qiu exploded the dragon's energy with one punch, and then his fist collided with the palm of the real Changmei Master.
when!
It's like a violent collision of metal.
In an instant, the real person with long eyebrows flew backwards, bloodshot eyes overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
Seeing that Master Changmei was about to fall into the river again, Ye Qiu rushed out like lightning, grabbed Master Changmei, and pulled him back to the deck.
"Old man, do you still want to spar?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
"What a waste of time." Master Changmei also realized that Ye Qiu's fighting power was too abnormal, but he refused to admit defeat and said: "Little bastard, remember, it's not you who defeats me, but the innate one."
So angry."
Ye Qiu smiled faintly.
"hehe……"
Not long after, the boat went all the way down the canyon, and finally stopped at the shore.
"Little bastard, I'm back to Longhu Mountain."
"Just wait for me."
"Next time we meet, Pindao will definitely beat you up."
Master Changmei jumped off the boat and floated away.
"Boss, where are we going now?" Xiao Zhan asked.
"Go back to Jiangzhou." As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that the caller ID was the God of War.
Ye Qiu answered the call, but before he could speak, the heavy voice of the God of War came over.
