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Chapter 526 Your master is a waste

Bang!

Ye Qingcheng was shaken back a step, and his aura was also disturbed.

However, calm returned in an instant.

Then, she tapped her toes, moved her body like a swallow through the forest, and slapped Mr. Zhao with one palm.

The powerful palm wind lifted the clothes of everyone around him, forcing everyone to retreat hurriedly.

Mr. Zhao showed no expression on his face and followed up with a slap.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the two of them exchanged palms for real.

Ye Qingcheng was knocked back three steps, and Mr. Zhao also took one step back.

"What a powerful force. No wonder he became a martial arts master in such a short period of time. He is really talented!"

"It's a pity that the master who taught you is a loser. He doesn't even understand the most basic attack skills. Like you, you can only use your own brute strength to fight hard. In less than ten moves, the energy in your body will be exhausted."

Ye Qingcheng's face was indifferent, a pink light spread all over his body, his figure flashed, as graceful as a giant, and he struck out with another palm.

"You must defeat me first before you can evaluate my master!"

Mr. Zhao laughed loudly: "Haha, let me show you what a real battle is."

His whole body was shaken, and a golden light invisible to the naked eye spread from his eyebrows, spread to his hands, and merged with the cyan halo on his arms.

However, only Qin Fan could see this scene, not even Ye Qingcheng.

"What's this?"

Even Qin Fan couldn't identify what method Mr. Zhao used.

Ye Qingcheng's attack was about to arrive in the blink of an eye, and Mr. Zhao excitedly rushed forward.

The strength of the two was almost the same, but Ye Qingcheng was defeated by Mr. Zhao because he had not learned any fighting skills and could not display his strength.

However, Ye Qingcheng's practice is not martial arts, but authentic immortal cultivation techniques, so her power is far more solid than that of a warrior.

Although her overall strength is not as good as Mr. Zhao's, if Mr. Zhao wants to defeat her, he will never be able to do so for a while.

However, as soon as the two of them fought this time, Ye Qingcheng felt something was wrong.

Because every time Mr. Zhao attacks, there will be a strange power. That power does not enhance Mr. Zhao's attacks, but it makes Ye Qingcheng unable to use all his cultivation.

It's like Ye Qingcheng was able to produce 100% of his power before, but now he can only produce 80%, which directly reduces Ye Qingcheng's strength.

With this ebb and flow, Ye Qingcheng became even more difficult to resist.

Moreover, what Mr. Zhao just said is right. She is fighting with brute force now. Although it is not like what Mr. Zhao said, she can only support ten moves, but at most twenty moves, her spiritual power is almost exhausted.

Ye Qingcheng, who had been suppressed and beaten all the time, was secretly worried: He couldn't continue like this, otherwise he would only lose.

Loud!

Suddenly, a sharp voice shot straight into the sky, like the cry of a young phoenix about to be reborn from the ashes.

Bang!

Ye Qingcheng suddenly burst out with a fire-like light.

The Tianfeng bloodline finally exploded after receiving enough pressure.

A hot breath swept through the hall, everyone was slightly startled, and they could clearly feel that the surrounding air seemed to be burning.

Zhao Yulong narrowed his eyes, with a hint of ecstasy in his eyes.

Zhao Desheng and several people behind him looked shocked and whispered.

"What's this?"

"Did she hide her strength just now?"

Mr. Ye was a little worried and asked Qin Fan in a low voice: "Mr. Qin, will the child Qingcheng be okay?"

Qin Fan chuckled: "Something happened. But, it's a good thing!"

"A good thing?" Mr. Ye looked suspicious.

Ye Shixun seemed to understand something, his eyes lit up: "Qingcheng's potential should be stimulated!"

Zhao Yulong was also slightly surprised and looked excited: "This is... spiritual root!"

"And judging by the grade, it's probably the best spiritual root!"

"No wonder she was able to become a master in such a short period of time. It turns out that she had the help of top-quality spiritual roots. I should have guessed this!"

Tianfeng's bloodline was stimulated, and Ye Qingcheng's power was greatly improved.

With a sullen expression on her pretty face, she raised her hand, and a ray of fire enveloped her jade hand, slamming it towards Mr. Zhao with powerful coercion.

"Well done!"

Mr. Zhao laughed loudly and was not afraid at all. The green halo on his palms actually merged into one and turned into a huge green glove, which slammed into Ye Qingcheng's palm.

However, only Qin Fan could see that just as the cyan halos on Mr. Zhao's hands merged into one, the number of golden light patterns doubled.

Ye Qingcheng, who was being slapped with a palm, suddenly frowned. She suddenly felt a strange force restraining her strength.

Just like a sprinter, when she is preparing to sprint for 100 meters, a person is holding her with a rope from behind.

This feeling made her very irritable, and she wanted to break it at all costs, but she could not see or touch it, and it deeply affected Ye Qingcheng's mind.

When Ye Qingcheng's palm wrapped in fire reached Mr. Zhao, the hot fire suddenly disappeared silently.

The power that Tianfeng's bloodline burst out was actually suppressed by the golden light pattern on Mr. Zhao's fist.

Bang!

Ye Qingcheng was knocked back by Mr. Zhao's punch and took five or six steps back before stopping.

The energy and blood in her body were boiling, and her pretty face was pale. It was obvious that she had suffered serious internal injuries this time.

"Miss!" Xia Zhu was worried and ran over to help her.

"I'm fine." Ye Qingcheng said solemnly: "His attack is very weird, I can't beat him."

This sentence was meant for Qin Fan.

Qin Fan thought for a moment, and a look of enlightenment appeared on his face.

He has been observing Ye Qingcheng's expression. Based on Ye Qingcheng's state, he can basically judge the function of the golden light emitting from Mr. Zhao's eyebrows.

Mr. Zhao was high-spirited: "Haha, I told you, your master is a waste. With your talent, if you become my master, I guarantee that your strength will be doubled in one month!"

Zhao Yulong walked out and stood in front of Mr. Zhao: "Qingcheng, you lose. I'm afraid you won't be able to back out of this marriage."

Old man Ye and everyone in the Ye family looked serious.

Only Ye Shixun could remain calm.

Even if Qin Fan is present, they don't think they can definitely defeat Mr. Zhao.

Because from the beginning to the end, Mr. Zhao performed with ease and did not exert his full strength at all.

A look of determination appeared on Ye Qingcheng's face: "No need to say more, it's just death."

Zhao Yulong raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: "If you die, there will be no need for your Ye family to exist. You should think carefully."

His tone was very calm, but in the ears of everyone in the Ye family, it was like thunder on the ground.

No one doubts his words, because the Zhao family can indeed do it.

Ye Qingcheng's beautiful face showed a hint of anger: "Are you threatening me?"

Zhao Yulong shook his head: "I am just stating a fact. The dignity of the Zhao family cannot be violated."

Ye Qingcheng was in a dilemma for a while. She was not afraid of death, but she didn't want to bring down the family.

At this moment, a dull voice suddenly sounded.

"Haha, what a Zhao family, what a big tone!"

Qin Fan walked out slowly and stood two meters in front of Zhao Yulong, looking at him calmly.

A flash of doubt flashed in Zhao Yulong's eyes: "Who are you? As far as I know, there is no one like you in the Ye family!"


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