Zhuo Wenzhan was already murderous, and his body turned into a black shadow and rushed toward Zhuo Yifan.
"Today I will let you, a newborn calf, know what the innate spiritual realm is! What spiritual power is!"
His pupils dilated, he clenched his palms, orange light flashed, the spiritual power of his two fists condensed, and his aura turned into a swimming dragon, which flashed out.
Astonishingly, there is another king-level advanced spiritual skill, Shenglong Fist!
The Shenglong Fist is very powerful, and can only be learned by those at the early stage of the Innate Spiritual Realm. When used, it is like a fierce dragon soaring into the sky, with infinite power.
Everyone in the venue held their breath when they saw this scene. Zhuo Wenzhan clearly wanted to put Zhuo Yifan to death!
Zhuo Yifan narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly calmed his soul, and felt the domineering power of Shenglong Fist.
His body was in the violent spiritual waves, despite the turbulent undercurrents, as unshakable as a mountain. He breathed out gently, and the Gang Qi wrapped around his palms. He carefully watched the changes in the way Zhuo Wenzhan punched, and coordinated with the body refining technique.
, he suddenly lowered his body and muttered softly: "Iron Arm!"
"boom!"
As the shouts in my heart fell, the violent impact hit the iron arm again. The air shook slightly, and invisible spiritual power impacted. While the air waves rolled, there was a muffled sound. This explosive sound
Che Zhuo's courtyard seems to have killed Zhuo Yifan.
"ah!……"
However, Zhuo Wenzhan's heart-rending howl came out, and along with a crackling sound, the bones of the right fist he just shot immediately shattered.
Everyone's eyes bulged out, and they focused their attention on Zhuo Wenzhan again, wondering if this old man was letting off steam again?
"This move, the Shenglong Fist, can explode at least more than ten elephants. This guy's defense is so high. How high is it? Is he really just perfecting his body?"
Everyone was shocked.
The mighty Shenglong Fist is completely useless under the hard iron arm of twenty layers of elephant skin. It is as weak as scratching an itch.
Not only did Zhuo Yifan not feel much pain, but it was the reaction force caused by Shenglong Fist that caused Zhuo Wenzhan to suffer a big loss.
Looking at Zhuo Wenzhan, who was blowing his swollen right fist and howling repeatedly, the audience quickly started to stir after a slight silence. The previous shock had not disappeared, and everyone's hearts were filled with fear again.
Those who had ridiculed and despised Zhuo Yifan because of his soul quality all felt completely ashamed.
What kind of trash is this? He has perfected his physical training and can actually beat the second master of the Zhuo family, who has perfected his innate spiritual realm, to this level. Who among the younger generation can do it?
"Damn! It's so perverted! Chengrenli is nothing like this. The second master has been beaten like this. What can Fatty Zhuo do?"
"By the way, who saw Zhuo Yifan take action just now? Why is it that the second master strikes first every time? Then Zhuo Yifan didn't move, but the second master was injured?"
"What do you know! This is called a master! If it is so easy for you to see his moves, is it still called a master?"
…
The noise was so loud that everyone was caught off guard by this sudden change.
Zhuo Wentian stood next to Zhuo's mother. The two looked at each other, half-smiling but not smiling, but both were in disbelief.
Zhuo Hanlan stared blankly at the young man with a dark face and resolute eyes. A sense of sourness rippled out, which made her eyes turn red. She finally wiped away her tears and was so moved that she couldn't help crying.
"Lie Lang, have you seen it? Our Fan'er has grown up."
"What's going on? Did you take the magical elixir?" Seeing this scene, Zhuo Wentian was speechless. He knew his grandson's condition very well, not to mention that he had never taught Zhuo Yifan any spiritual skills, even in combat.
I have never been taught any of the techniques. I originally planned to wait until Zhuo Yifan achieved the innate spiritual realm and knew how to use his spiritual power before teaching him. However, Zhuo Yifan's performance today was beyond his expectation.
"Could it be that there are experts to help?"
Looking at Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Wentian's pupils shrank. He twirled his beard and thought, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He found that his grandson's back suddenly became so mysterious.
"How could this happen... It's impossible!" Zhuo Wenzhan's face turned blue in pain. In this situation, it was the same as before, all his strength was sucked back, and his eyes stared at Zhuo Yifan's slightly fat body with some sternness.
He took a few steps forward and said, "I have to cripple you!"
"kill!"
He was ruthless, moving like thunder and lightning, and arrived in front of Zhuo Yifan in an instant. Under everyone's horrified eyes, an orange aura suddenly shook out from his body and condensed into an orange tiger. The sharp teeth were set off by the orange aura.
Below, there is a cold luster.
"It's actually a tiger made of condensed spiritual power!"
Zhuo Wentian's eyes widened in surprise on the spot, and he rushed to the stage, "I was actually forced to use my spiritual power to transform into a tiger. That was a killer move that used spiritual power to risk the bursting of my meridians to expand the flow of spiritual power and consume it.
Do not use it unless absolutely necessary!"
"That's it! Die!" Zhuo Wenzhan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
The tiger raised its head and roared, bringing strong wind pressure. Zhuo Yifan's black hair was blown by the wind. Facing this spiritual tiger, Zhuo Yifan did not retreat, staring at the tiger with his cold black eyes.
Concentrated all the attention.
This attack brought great oppression to everyone.
With a roar, the tiger suddenly rushed towards Zhuo Yifan, its teeth and claws showing, and its majestic face showed.
He clenched his right fist and bent his body slightly, like a nimble wild leopard. He was silent for a moment, and then rushed out like an arrow from the string.
Choose head-on!
"Idiot! This spiritual tiger has the power of fifteen elephants at least!" Zhuo Wentian stamped his feet anxiously and watched Zhuo Yifan rush over. He swore in his heart: If his grandson makes any mistake, he will take action immediately.
Kill Zhuo Wenzhan, and then kill that damn fat man.
All this talk of brotherly love is bullshit! If your grandson is gone, why do you still have love?
"Iron Fist!"
There was a muffled groan in his heart, and Zhuo Yifan's fist turned into a light golden metal skin the moment he rushed over, and collided with this spiritual tiger in the horrified eyes of everyone.
Boom!
A tiger and a man collided in mid-air, creating a strong storm in an instant. The whole person was once again blown away by this force. In shock, he saw the young figure in the sky landing steadily on the ground just like the first time.
On the other side, everyone looked at the spiritual tiger in mid-air in amazement, disintegrating in an instant like a destructive force!
Zhuo Wenzhan's ferocious face relaxed, his face suddenly turned pale, and blood continued to flow from his mouth. He was not only suffering from external injuries now, but the spiritual tiger was caused by internal force. He was defeated all of a sudden, and his internal condition was also in a mess!
The battle is over!
A strong man who had perfected the innate spiritual realm and controlled the power of the Eight Symbols was actually defeated by a junior who had perfected his body. This was a lifelong shame and a stain that could never be erased.
hiss!--
Everyone gasped, and their hair stood on end, as if they had heard the most terrifying ghost story.
If we say, the first success is a fluke.
The second success was accidental.
What about the third success?...
This is simply a miracle!
"How is this possible? A strong man in the innate spiritual realm actually lost like this? Who can tell me what happened just now?"
"Zhuo Wenzhan is a ruthless guy, how could he be merciful to our young master?" A guard on the left wing also became confused.
"It's over, it's over! Now that Second Young Master Zhuo has become so powerful, we'd better surrender quickly... He must be the future head of the family..."
"Yes! The last soul test was definitely wrong! He is simply a peerless genius!"
When the right-wing elements saw the shock created by Zhuo Yifan, their military morale was shaken and they had the intention of betrayal.
"...This is my grandson? Okay, okay!" Zhuo Wentian's eyes were full of surprise. He originally felt sorry for the quality of his grandson's soul, but he didn't expect that things would turn around now. Watching Zhuo Yifan create miracles again and again, he smiled.
He couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Zhuo Wenzhan originally wanted to use this opportunity to defeat Zhuo Yifan, cripple him, and retrieve the spirit stone. He didn't expect that he would end up like this. This was simply a slap in the face.
After a while, Zhuo Wenzhan, who had suffered a disastrous defeat, gradually regained consciousness.
He was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with his eyes closed, and his heart seemed to be dripping with blood. His messy hair was mixed with the blood on the ground. In his ears, he could vaguely hear the ridicule of the people around him.
He had heard these voices many times. It was always others who ridiculed Zhuo Yifan. Unexpectedly, this time it was his turn.
There was a burning pain on his face, and every word he spoke was like a sharp sword, piercing through his confidence and glory as a leader of the Zhuo family!