Shichibukai and the others couldn't help but be moved. After all, they knew Mr. Yinsan's origin and strength. He came from the mysterious Xuanyin Sect in the ancient martial arts world, and he was a peak sage in the second level of Kaimai.
Especially his pair of ghost hands, which are unpredictable and disappear without a trace!
But now, in front of this boy named Tang, this ghost hand looks like a chicken claw. Even though it has great power, it cannot display it.
Fortunately, Mr. Yin San's reaction was not too slow, otherwise his left shoulder would have been removed by Tang Feng Qigen.
His shoulder was dripping with blood. Mr. Yin San moved slightly and found that the injury was not deep. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, his pale face showed even more resentment.
"I would have never imagined that you would have such accomplishments at such a young age. Even in the ancient martial arts world, among your peers, the only person who can surpass you is the number of palms in your hand."
The so-called number of palms is no more than ten. The ancient martial arts world is hidden deep in famous mountains and rivers, and will never show up easily under most circumstances.
But everyone also knows that there are many aristocratic families in the ancient martial arts world, and there are also many famous sects, and there are also countless talented people in them.
These geniuses originally had great potential and talents, and coupled with the abundant training resources and techniques they acquired, they already had profound attainments in martial arts at a young age.
Especially the Yi Jin Jing of Shaoshi Mountain. It is said that this martial art itself has the heaven-defying effect of cleansing the essence and cutting the marrow. Once practiced, one can enter the realm of Kaimai Venerable within a period of time.
Not to mention that there are also Star Absorbing Techniques, Beiming Divine Techniques, etc. These martial arts techniques are almost beyond the heaven level. As long as they continuously absorb other people's energy, their Dantian energy can become extremely powerful in a short period of time.
What's more, there is also the transfer of magical skills. Once the elders of these famous sects and martial arts families know that their time is running out, they will select their disciples to pass on their lifelong skills.
It has to be said that with Tang Feng's current strength, being able to be ranked among the top ten geniuses in the ancient martial arts world is definitely something to be proud of.
However, at this moment, Tang Feng's expression remained unchanged. He was not a child of a wealthy family who was raised in a greenhouse. He would be able to lose sight of the north, south, east, and west with just a few compliments from others.
After more than ten years of baptism in blood, he has already developed a character as steely and as steady as a mountain!
Tang Feng didn't even hesitate in his movements, and immediately killed himself. As the saying goes, he knows better than anyone else how to take advantage of your illness to kill you.
The dazzling golden dragon claw hand suddenly flashed in mid-air, leaving three afterimages, and the next moment it was on the opponent's chest.
Mr. Yin San's expression changed again, and he no longer dared to use his own hands to meet resistance at this time.
Although his ghost hands are equally sharp and domineering and equally unpredictable, he had almost exhausted all his moves in the confrontation with the opponent just now.
In addition, he also knew that the boy in front of him was not only terrifying in strength and powerful, but even his talent was far beyond comparison with others. As long as they had used it once, this boy could already remember the general outline.
What's even more terrible is that the golden light emitted by the opponent's dragon claw hand restrained his ghost hand tightly. He could have used 100% of his skill.
But in front of these mutated dragon claw hands, they can only perform 70%!
In desperation, Mr. Yin San had to retreat again and again, and soon reached the edge of the deck.
He subconsciously looked down from the corner of his eye. Below was the vast sea, which was turbulent.
Originally, the most taboo thing for masters when fighting was to be distracted. At the moment when he was distracted, Tang Feng's dragon claw pierced his chest with a single stroke out of thin air.
At the same time, Tang Feng clenched his fist on his left side and punched him in the lower abdomen.
Mr. Yin San's people immediately flew back like kites with broken strings, and were about to fall into the sea.
However, this Mr. Yin San is worthy of being a venerable person at the second level of meridion opening. Even though he is at an absolute disadvantage, he has no intention of panicking at all.
His reaction was still without any panic. He twisted his body while flying upside down, stepped on the edge of the deck, and flew into the air again.
Then he pulled the canvas above with his right hand. With this pulling force, his man jumped three feet, twisting his body, and stood on the top of the bow of the tall and majestic ship coming from the Shichibu Sea.
Mr. Yin San's feet were stepping on the rows of skulls below. In the dark night, his pale and twisted face looked even more ferocious and terrifying.
Tang Feng did not take action again. After all, the bow of the ship was too high, and there was only one sliding rod to climb up, even if he could skim it up.
But we can't rely on force in the middle. If Mr. Yin San above makes any move, the situation will be too dangerous.
Mr. Yin San must have seen this and hurriedly chose to fly to the bow of the ship so that he could adjust his breath for a short period of time.
There were obviously three scratches on his chest, and blood was gurgling out from them. However, Yin San obviously didn't care at this time. He exhaled long and deeply to calm down the restless breath in his body.
Seeing this, the masters such as Shichibukai and others had complex expressions on their faces. Even at this time, they had thoughts of escaping.
If it weren't for what Mr. Yin San said next, I'm afraid they would have been ready to flee.
Mr. Yin San gritted his teeth and said, "I never thought, I really never thought, that a kid like you could actually force me to do this."
He took a breath as he spoke, and without waiting for Tang Feng to answer, he immediately said, "But do you think you can compete with me with this ability alone?"
It was with these words that the big leader and others calmed down and did not choose to escape immediately. After all, they also wanted to see what other tricks this master from the Xuanyin Sect of the ancient martial arts world had.
Of course, they hope to see the man named Tang die at the hands of Mr. Yin San!
Tang Feng sneered and panted slightly: "If you still have the ability, you shouldn't be like a lost dog, hiding up there and not daring to come down!"
After saying this, Mr. Yin San stepped down and immediately flew down from the high bow of the ship like a ghost, and then stared at the deck with a bang.
"You are just a boy from the secular world. It is an honor for you to die under the palm of this deity!"
Mr. Yin San laughed wildly and suddenly moved his right hand, and a trace of black mist immediately filled the palm.
The black mist was shrouded in gloomy waves, and even the big leader and others who were far away felt a biting chill.
Suddenly, the big leader's expression was shocked, as if he remembered something shocking. He stared at Mr. Yin San's black palm and exclaimed: "This... this could be the rumor in the world, Xuan Ming
