It turns out that Wang Tianwei often added ingredients to Xueying's hands on weekdays, deliberately letting his blood corrode his predecessor Ye Wei, causing his predecessor to suffer more pain and torturing him. His predecessor's hatred for Wang Tianwei could no longer be increased.
At this moment, Ye Wei finally broke out!
"Heart-Destroying Palm!"
Up and down the ring, I saw a black handprint rising into the air from Ye Wei's hand!
Wang Tianwei's ever-changing claws in mid-air stopped suddenly, his chest suddenly collapsed, and his back exploded!
"Innate Qi! It's actually an innate palm technique! Ye Wei, you hide it so deeply!" A wave of regret rose in Wang Tianwei's heart. Ye Wei's strength was completely beyond his imagination.
Unfortunately, the rapid passage of life was already telling him that it was too late.
"Senior Brother Wang, I haven't exerted my strength yet, why are you lying down? Hold on!" Feeling the gratitude from his predecessor Can Nian's feedback, Ye Wei mocked Wang Tianwei without sincerity.
Relying on the vitality support in the blood shadow hand's true energy, Wang Tianwei did not die immediately, but he could not wait to die quickly. Because what would happen next would be the most terrifying thing.
"Because we agreed," Ye Wei raised his hands at the same time and made fists, "I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"
Oh, hit, hit, hit, hit
Ye Wei's hands, like two pile drivers, turned into two afterimages, continuously producing crazy output
What is the effect of crazy beating and bombardment on flesh and blood without output?
Tomatoes will turn into ketchup, peppers will turn into chili sauce, peanuts will turn into peanut butter, soybeans will turn into soybean paste, and birds will turn into bird paste...
"vomit!"
"Is this the magic method?"
"Why should I come to watch the battle!"
"The arena...is dipped in sauce...you can eat it."
"Ugh...I'm vomiting...I won't eat! I want to go into the arena of life and death with you!"
"Just go up, yuck!"
The exaggerated performance of the disciples was all due to Ye Wei in the ring beating his opponents into an indescribable stain.
Ye Wei looked at his hands: "So my hands can be so fast? Is it because the Thirteen Taibao practiced the boy's skill of the Golden Bell Cover? Maybe I haven't developed the power of the Heart-Destroying Palm to its extreme."
A competition made Ye Wei realize that he could be stronger!
When Ye Wei came back to his senses, he saw a wretched figure in the crowd running away like crazy. Wang Tianwei, known as the plague chicken, dared to stay at the 480th Peak after seeing Ye Wei's explosive output ability.
"Wen Chulin, where are you going?" As soon as Ye Wei said something, not only Wen Chulin was frightened, but even a group of disciples who had not given Ye Wei a good look were trembling, fearing that Ye Wei would come looking for him.
They liquidate.
"Whoever throws Wen Chulin up here, I can let go of the past."
"You, what are you doing? Ah! Ouch... uh..."
Wen Chulin, who had already escaped far away, was beaten by a group of outer disciples until his face was covered in blood, and he was dragged back by his legs.
Bang, Wen Chulin was thrown into the ring.
Wen Chulin was seen lying on the ground, working hard to get to the edge of the ring step by step.
"Want to go on?" Ye Wei took a step forward and stepped on Wen Chulin's hand.
Wen Chulin struggled to beg for mercy: "Ye Wei, I was wrong, please spare me... You sir have a lot, just treat me like a fart!"
"Trash." Ye Wei didn't even look at Wen Chulin, and casually hit Wen Chulin with his heart-breaking palm, slapping Wen Chulin to death on the ring.
Under the arena of life and death, all the disciples of the Demon Sect looked at Ye Wei's towering and terrifying figure, and felt chills in their hearts.
Ye Wei looked at the disciples at his feet indifferently and waited quietly.
Sure enough, not long after, a cold-faced old man in black robe walked into the martial arts training ground. This man was the house steward of Peak 480: "Ye Wei! The peak master asked you to go to the Golden Summit to see him."
The Golden Summit of Four Hundred and Eighty Peaks, Moyun Hall.
When Ye Wei stepped into the palace, he saw only a slovenly old man in the palace.
Although Ye Wei, a disciple of the handyman, did not recognize him, he knew that this old man must be the Blood-Handed Demon Lord Li Wujiu, the master of the 480th Peak.
"Commander disciple Ye Wei has met the Peak Master."
"Ye Wei, do you know your guilt?"
Li Wu Jiu suddenly spoke with a very sharp tone.
In Ye Wei's eyes, the opponent's body seemed to have a bloody hand rising into the sky, like a big hand that covered the sky and was about to take him down in the next moment.
"This blood-hand shadow? Is it innate true energy? Or something else?" Except for Li Wujiu, in this world, the highest-level person Ye Wei has come into contact with in his life is only Wang Tianwei, an inner disciple of the eighth level of the acquired realm.
.It is said that only those who enter the Xiantian before the age of fifteen are qualified to enter the palace and become a true disciple. In other words, the martial arts realm that Ye Wei knows is terminated after reaching the Xiantian.
"Hey, I didn't expect that you are so gifted. You can actually practice the incomplete Thirteen Taibao Henglian Golden Bell to perfection. No wonder you can kill that waste easily. Henglian is so talented that when it becomes the Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill
, but it can save you a lot of hard work in condensing the evil spirit." But Li Wujiu turned around, with a scrutinizing expression on his face, neither angry nor happy.
"It turns out that the realm above the innate is the golden elixir? Do you need to condense the gang to refine the evil?" Li Wujiu's casual words made Ye Wei think about the next realm.
"Hey, it is indeed a demon sect, and the dead disciples can only be trash. Wang Wei, the preparatory true disciple, is really nothing." Hearing Li Wujiu call Wang Tianwei trash again, and that he is the one after Xiantian.
Realm told it easily and without any scruples. The corners of Ye Wei's mouth were slightly raised, and his heart was calm.
"Laugh?" Li Wujiu's expression was still neither happy nor angry, but at this moment, the entire Golden Dome suddenly darkened, and the air almost solidified. Ye Wei felt as if there was a huge boulder pressing down on his head, and he was unable to move, and he was gasping for air.
Not on.
"Master, please bow to me, my disciple!" Ye Wei cheered up and bowed his hands to Li Wujiu.
"You are quite clever. Let me tell you, before you came up, I had already killed the deacon of this peak." Li Wujiu said casually, but it shocked Ye Wei once again, who thought he was decisive in killing.
"Those who can rely on external skills to directly enter the innate world cannot do it without extreme talent. It's okay not to have such a blind deacon. It's okay. Kill me as a preparatory disciple and give me a horizontal training innate. It can be considered as if the merits and demerits are balanced and there is still something left. This Kung Fu inheritance
You, find a place on the golden roof to practice." Li Wujiu threw out a secret book and disappeared.
Ye Wei found an open space at random, opened the secret book, and found that there was no writing at all.
In the midst of doubt, a wave of dizziness hit me.
"I found the warrior's mind, do you want to read it?"
"Read."
"The ten innate martial arts of Yama are entered into the system's arsenal and match the host 500%. Do you want to learn?"
"The Ten Paths of Yama?" Ye Wei browsed through the system, as if he had discovered huge gold mines.
"The ten paths of Yama are respectively the thunder and thunder legs in the Mao position of Zhengong, the flaming hand in the noon position of Li Gong, the exquisite heart in Dui Palace and Youfu, the Hengshi Liver in Xunguan Youfu, the vajra lungs in Gengong Chou, the worry-free spleen in Qiangong Yinfu,
The uterus of Kan Palace has no leaking kidneys, the palace of Kun is full of springs and winds the intestines of the train, the body of the three paths in the Qianyuan and Kun realms, and the netherworld body of Youdu Luofeng.”