Wang Teng pondered for a moment and then made up his mind. The one hundred and twenty-five evolution points were instantly reduced by thirty points.
Instead, there was a swelling and pain in the pineal gland between the eyebrows, as if something was gestating.
At this moment, Wang Teng felt the clarity and calmness he had never experienced before, and his eyebrows trembled slightly.
Stab!
Along with that inexplicable force, a crack suddenly opened between the eyebrows, forming a vertical eye.
The purple pupils inside rotate slightly, as if there are countless Dharma principles intertwined and Tao patterns being nurtured.
Wang Teng's eyes were closed tightly, only the purple sky eye between his eyebrows slowly moved, but it reflected the surrounding images extremely clearly, and he could detect every detail. Xixi Wanba Novel Network Xiuxi
The panel recording his personal attributes also changed accordingly.
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"It seems that I have gained an incredible ability."
The corners of Wang Teng's mouth raised slightly, his purple eyes closed, he opened his eyes and looked at Huang Long, the man in raincoat beside him.
This friend has no deeper foundation than him. Even with the help of Dragon and Tiger Pill, it will take some time to open up the Ren and Du channels.
He stood up and took steps, straight away opening the frame of the Broken Jade Fist without using any force. One move followed another, becoming more and more smooth and satisfactory.
After half a stick of incense, the coir raincoat guest Huang Long roared loudly, and powerful force burst out from all around him; his palms flew like butterflies, leaving several palm prints on the rock wall.
He broke through and entered the second-rate realm.
"This time it's time for us to seek out the bad luck of Xie Ying from Tian Gang Quan."
The two chuckled softly, their bodies floating like catkins, and they ducked into the passage. Following the directions on the map, they rushed to the place of inheritance.
On the other side, a hundred feet away from the secret room, a grand palace stands.
Standing in the center is a seven-foot stone statue, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a fly whisk; it is the owner of this mausoleum, who was the best in the world at that time, the Chongyang Master.
At the feet of the statue is a futon with a dark yellow book inside.
The area around him was covered with blood, and dozens of figures fell down, all of whom died in the struggle.
In the hall, three figures were facing each other, their energy entangled, but they did not dare to take action.
Xie Ying, the Tiangang Fist who had previously fought with Wang Teng and Huang Long, was among them.
But at this moment, he looked solemn and did not dare to underestimate the other two people. They were both long-established masters in the world.
The man on the left, dressed in white, is Liu Yunzhang Xiao Le, who was the first to rush into the mausoleum; he is the best among the second-rate masters. In a fight, Xie Ying dare not say that he can have the upper hand.
The man on the right is holding a long sword and is dressed as a Confucian scholar. He is also a master who became famous three years ago. Master Sword Meng Qi; he has achieved great fame with his sword skills.
Just as the three of them were concentrating, a rush of script sound suddenly came from the front of the hall; two figures shot out.
"Xie Ying, come and die!"
The person in front was wearing a Taoist robe, with a handsome face, and his fists were shrouded in jade-white color; he actually rushed straight towards Xie Ying of Tiangang Fist in the middle of the three!
Xiao Le and Meng Qi raised their eyebrows with strange looks on their faces, and flew several feet away with a movement of their bodies.
It would be great if someone came to help them deal with this opponent. After all, the title of Southern Fist Song Tianming's top disciple is quite deceptive.
"Rampant! I let you go and you're seeking death!"
Tiangang Fist Xie Ying's face was livid, with raging fire of anger burning in his eyes. He took a step forward and smashed his iron fist down in the air. It was as if a heavy hammer was blasted out, swallowing hard, and colliding with the jade-white fist.
Bang!
"Second rate?! You took the Dragon Tiger Pill!"
The dull sound echoed, Xie Ying's complexion suddenly changed, and he exclaimed; his fist felt as if it had been hit by jade, and the shock caused pain.
"Nonsense, just die!"
Wang Teng sneered, his arms were covered with a layer of jade-white color, and the five styles of Shattering Jade Fist were connected smoothly, as if they were one body; if you are clever but not skilled, you can go far if you are clumsy!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xie Ying grunted and punched Wang Teng five times, but his feet fell back one after another. The bluestone floor tiles were cracked and a shallow mark was left by the plow.
"You bastard! How dare you bully me like this!"
He was furious and felt extremely aggrieved. He was a great disciple of Nanquan, one of the six great arts in the world! But now he was beaten and suppressed by a junior who had just entered the second class! If this was to be spread, he would no longer have to mess around with Tiangang Quan.
"It doesn't matter if I bully you, I will punch you to death with three punches!"
Wang Teng spoke in a cold voice, and a purple vertical pupil suddenly opened between his eyebrows, which was strange and mysterious, shocking the soul.
"Three eyes, how is it possible? Who are you?!"
For a moment, Xie Ying looked horrified. What did he see? That Jade Taoist actually had a third eye between his eyebrows! Could it be that he was the reincarnation of some kind of immortal Buddha?
Three eyes!
The expressions of Liu Yunzhang Xiao Le and Confucius Sword Meng Qi on the side also changed suddenly. This scene was really shocking.
Brother Wang actually has a third eye? No wonder he is so fierce...
Huang Long, the coir raincoat guest, was holding a fine iron spear and was dumbfounded. He had known Yu Taoist for many years, but he only saw this appearance today.
One punch!
Wang Tengtian's eyes turned, and he understood Xie Ying's movements in an instant, and punched him in the chest first; the blow made him stagger back, and a flushed color flashed across his face.
Two punches!
Wang Teng's steps flashed, and the jade-white fist swept away Xie Ying's flesh palm and hit him directly on the face; the blow made him shed tears and the bridge of his nose collapsed.
Three punches!
Death! Wang Teng shouted loudly, and the energy and blood all over his body surged with strength. He punched out, and a strong wind suddenly blew up! He punched Xie Ying's chest through, revealing a bloody hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, front and back.
Transparent.
puff!
Xie Ying coughed up blood, and there was still a trace of panic in his lifeless eyes. He flew up with great strength and fell three feet away, splashing dust all over the ground.
Silence, the place fell into a deathly silence.
The figure in Taoist robes stood with his fists closed, his brows raised and his eyes erect, strange and mysterious, and intimidating.
"Your Excellency, you have done a great job and killed Xie Ying of Tiangang Quan with three punches. I, Xiao Le, have withdrawn from the competition this time."
After a while, Xiao Le, the Liuyun Zhang, glanced at Huang Long who was eyeing him with eagerness, smiled bitterly, and left with his hands raised. Wang Teng was so terrifying, and coupled with his companion who was carrying a gun, the chance of winning was slim.
He has a strong personal fortune, so there is no need to fight to the death here.
"The fist is as strong as iron and as strong as jade. You must be Wang Teng, the Taoist Jade Master, but Xie Ying of Tiangang Fist is the disciple of Song Tianming, one of the six masters of the Southern Fist. If you kill him, Qingtian Temple will not be able to protect you."
, just take care of yourself."
Master Jian Meng Qi shook his head slightly, bowed his hands and left, knowing that he could not defeat the two of them, so he did not want to stay any longer.
Wang Teng took a deep breath, regained his strength, and without saying a word, he walked towards the futon under the statue; the dark yellow ancient books were placed in the middle, spotless.
Huang Long, the man in raincoat on the side, patted his head, put the fine iron gun aside, and stepped forward to fumble around Xie Ying's body. As the disciple of Southern Fist Song Tianming, he naturally had some good things; he couldn't waste them.