'Now King Yao is going to take action, he will definitely be able to suppress this person!'
'We'll see! The dignity of our Zhongfeng cannot be trampled upon by others!'
Among the tens of thousands of Zhongfeng monks, many people immediately whispered excitedly,
Cui Shengyao walked slowly to a stop dozens of feet away from Ye Xingchen. He glanced at Fan Jian who had passed out indifferently and then looked back at Ye Xingchen.
'Are you from Dongfeng? Your name is Ye Xingchen?'
Cui Shengyao spoke in an indifferent tone,
'That's right! Are you Cui Shengyao?'
Ye Xingchen stared at Cui Shengyao and responded,
'Very good! Since you took the initiative to send me to my door, you don't have to wait until tomorrow for the rookie competition. But if you try to rob me, just leave an arm today!'
The voice with a hint of murderous intent resounded, Cui Shengyao's eyes condensed slightly like a falcon, and a wave of killing steamed out. It was obvious that Fan Jian's serious injury and this indirect slap in the face made him feel angry!
'Haha! Cui Shengyao, I will defeat you with one move!'
Ye Xingchen had a smile on his face and what he said was shocking!
As soon as these words came out, the entire Zhongfeng Peak fell into a dead silence. The next moment, tens of thousands of Zhongfeng disciples suddenly burst into thundering laughter.
'You are talking arrogantly! Do you think you can be arrogant by defeating Fan Jian?'
'Although Fan Jian is not weak, the gap between him and King Yao is simply immeasurable!'
'How ridiculous! Even if this kid has any means, how can he win over King Yao?'
…
If Ye Xingchen's defeat of Fan Jian had previously caused some shock to the Zhongfeng disciples, then at this moment it was all eliminated by his words.
'Defeat me with one move?'
Cui Shengyao's indifferent face finally changed slightly at this moment. I don't know if he was aroused by Ye Xingchen's words or because he felt that he heard something extremely funny. He actually chuckled like this, but the smile contained murderous intent.
cold as a knife,
'No one has ever dared to talk to me like this, Ye Xingchen. Some words come with a price, do you understand?'
'boom'
A stream of ink-colored Yuan Power circulated from Cui Shengyao's body, and the cultivation of the middle stage of Qi Realm spread in all directions. The moment everyone felt this wave, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, as if there was suddenly an extremely sharp dagger hanging on their face, and their minds were huge.
trembling!
Facing Cui Shengyao, who suddenly showed murderous intent, Ye Xingchen still had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.
'However, before that, I have to see if you are qualified to die in my hands!'
'You Luo Wanxiang Finger...Four Fingers!'
Cui Shengyao's voice had a hint of chill, he stretched out his hands, put four fingers together, and suddenly four dazzling finger lights shot out!
Each of these four pointing lights is about one foot wide and twenty feet long!
'Shoo, shoo, shoo...'
Above the void, four auroras that seemed to be condensed in a cold place suddenly soared in front of Ye Xingchen. The speed was extremely frightening, and it seemed inevitable to avoid it!
'Huh? He didn't dodge or evade? Could it be that he wanted to die?'
'The speed and penetrating power of King Yao's four finger lights are extremely amazing, this kid can't dodge them!'
'Looking at his posture, is he trying to resist King Yao's Youluo Wanxiang Finger? Or is he scared out of his wits?'
Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of Middle Peak disciples all looked happy, looking at Ye Xingchen with mocking eyes.
'call out'
Four rays of powerful pointing light finally cut through the void, and struck Ye Xingchen in unison under everyone's gaze!
‘Buzz’ ‘Boom’
The four dazzling finger lights erupted into bursts of dazzling ink-colored light, and the terrifying piercing power that changed color overflowed, forcing all the spectators to immediately retreat tens of feet before they could barely avoid the four. The terrifying scope of the Dow light burst.
Cui Shengyao, who was emitting four finger lights, looked indifferently at the place that was submerged by the ink-colored Yuan Power. His eyes were slightly misty. No one knew the power of Youluo Wanxiang Finger better than him. When all four fingers came out at the same time, even a building An extremely strong boulder can be shattered in an instant, not to mention the flesh and blood of ordinary monks.
Therefore, Cui Shengyao knew exactly what would happen to Ye Xingchen.
'Okay, it's all gone... huh?'
But before Cui Shengyao said the last word, his expression changed slightly!
‘Buzz’
The ink-colored Yuanli light gradually dissipated, and the area on the ground shrouded by the light was already pitted and pitted, as if it had been ravaged by an unstoppable force. However, there was one place that was intact, and a figure slowly emerged from it!
Black hair is flying, and the whole body is shining with a faint layer of starlight. The body is shining like a big star, standing proudly in the universe, and there is no damage to the whole body! It is as if Cui Shengyao's four finger lights are scratching Ye Xingchen's itch. Then it just disappeared into the void.
'This...how is this possible? That kid was unhurt!'
'Oh my God! Is his body really made of fine iron?'
‘Crazy, crazy! This is the second person I’ve seen who can stand up to King Yao’s four rays of ethereal and all-seeing fingers without any hindrance!’
The first one is the ‘King of Power’ among the six kings of Zhongfeng!
…
After Ye Xingchen, the disciple of Zhongfeng, showed his figure again, his eyes were shocked and even frightened, his legs were a little weak, and the impact on his mind was beyond words.
'The power of the physical body! I didn't expect you to possess the secret art of body refining. The physical strength is not weak, but I look down upon you!'
With a flash of his eyes, Cui Shengyao also saw that Ye Xingchen's ability to obliterate his four finger lights must be due to his powerful physical strength. Otherwise, he would not believe that he could withstand Youluo Wanxiang with just his cultivation level in the middle stage of Li Po Realm. The power of pointing.
His Youluo Wanxiang Finger is a low-grade Xuan-level combat skill. Even though he has not yet reached the stage of perfection where all seven fingers are used and the color of the world changes, it is not something that ordinary monks can withstand.
Different from the shock of the Zhongfeng disciples, Ye Xingchen felt that his efforts were not in vain and his suffering was not in vain. Just now, he resisted head-on with the power of his body just to test the first layer of the star battle body, the one-pole star. How powerful has the physical body become?
The power of Cui Shengyao's four finger lights was already comparable to a full-strength strike from a master in the middle stage of Qi Realm. However, such a powerful attack was still resisted head-on by Ye Xingchen with his physical strength. The blood in his body did not surge at all, and he was unscathed. This is enough to prove how powerful Ye Xingchen's physical body is at this moment.
'In this way, with the star battle body combined with close combat, I can be considered a beginner in this path of body cultivation!'
As soon as he thought about this, Ye Xingchen's eyes narrowed and he looked at Cui Shengyao, with a hint of fighting intent in his voice.
'Cui Shengyao! Return of courtesy, it's my turn!'
‘Buzz’
The blood in the body is surging, like the Yangtze River, the Holy Yuan Power is flowing turbulently, the heart of the Holy Dharma in the Dantian is beating, a majestic mysterious power flows out, and merges with the Holy Yuan Power, causing Ye Xingchen's The breath began to rise crazily!
The pale silver holy energy surrounds him, and Ye Xingchen is like a young god, walking around the world, suppressing everything!
'Red Gai Four Yang Kung Fu! The first Yang... the fire spirit is in the air!'
‘Buzz’
Ye Xingchen's face condensed, and then he spoke in a low voice. A bright light suddenly appeared in the void, and then this bright light condensed in an instant and turned into a ten-foot-sized silver sun, suspended above Ye Xingchen's head.
A noble and sacred breath emerged from the sky!
The silver sun rotates in the sky, shining in all directions, like a small sun, dazzling, like noon, the end of the horizon, the clear sky and the scorching sun!
A vast and majestic aura shines from this silver sun, illuminating all directions in an instant, as if under this silver sun, nothing can be hidden and there is nowhere to hide!
'This is... Soul Yang! No! He is just a monk in the middle stage of the Soul Realm, so it can only come from the unique combat skills he has used!'
Cui Shengyao stared at this silver sun, his eyes flashing like a falcon, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. A monk in the middle stage of the Li Po Realm actually had the unique sign of a strong man in the Juechen Realm, even if it was evolved from the unique combat skills!
That's right, in Cui Shengyao's understanding, Soul Yang is a vision manifested by the talents of the powerful in the Juechen Realm above the seven realms of soul condensation!
The dark energy around his body was surging endlessly. The indifference in Cui Shengyao's eyes had long turned into a dignified look, and he no longer had the slightest contempt for Ye Xingchen in his heart.