By the time Ye Zihao realized this problem, Master Ciyun had already gently pushed him over with his palm.
Master Ciyun took action so fast that even Ye Zihao couldn't see clearly how he took action.
Therefore, Ye Zihao naturally had no reaction.
As a result, he was pushed lightly by Master Ciyun, and his body flew backwards five or six meters as if he was hit head-on by a high-speed car.
"Bang!"
Ye Zihao hit a wall hard, causing the wall to collapse.
"Donor Ye, are you okay?"
When the little sweeping monk saw that Ye Zihao had knocked down the wall, he couldn't help but ask with concern.
"I'm fine."
Although Ye Zihao knocked down the wall, Master Ciyun's attack just now was still very measured. Although he was pushed so far by Master Ciyun's palm, his body's ability to withstand a blow is still very strong.
Master Ciyun knew this well, so he acted in a measured manner.
"Are you really okay? The wall collapsed because of you. If it had been me, I would have died a long time ago."
The little sweeping monk said with a shocked look on his face.
"This little injury is nothing, old man! Come again."
Ye Zihao stood up, patted the dust on his body, wiped his face, and styled his hair.
"Oh my gosh, you're okay."
The young sweeping monk had a look of disbelief on his face, because just now he saw Ye Zihao flying back with terrifying force. An ordinary person would probably have been killed on the spot.
"Young man, aren't you afraid of being knocked away by my palm again?" Master Ciyun said with a smile.
"If you're afraid, I won't call you Ye Zihao. Come on, old man."
After saying that, Ye Zihao rushed forward again to compete with Master Ciyun in martial arts.
One round.
Two rounds.
Three rounds.
…
I saw Ye Zihao going up to fight Master Ciyun, but he was knocked away by Master Ciyun's palm, and his body fell back several meters.
Despite this, Ye Zihao still gritted his teeth and rushed forward, trying to force Master Ciyun to show some real skills.
But Master Ciyun was more than capable of dealing with him, and he didn't even need to use any real skills.
Seeing Ye Zihao rushing forward like a madman, even though his body was suffering from internal injuries, he still rushed forward. Even the little sweeping monk beside him couldn't help but be surprised.
"Oh my god, Donor Ye, he is so crazy! How can his body be so strong?"
The young sweeping monk said with a shocked expression.
Although Ye Zihao was injured at this time, Master Ciyun had always been measured in his actions, and the injuries Ye Zihao suffered were not fatal.
On the contrary, during the fight, Ye Zihao understood a lot of things under the guidance of Master Ciyun.
Just like that, Ye Zihao rushed forward again and again, and Master Ciyun was knocked away again and again.
This state lasted for several hours.
Ye Zihao was beaten until his face was covered with dust, and his body was stained with a lot of blood.
Even so, he still felt that he had learned a lot.
Although it was only a few hours, Ye Zihao felt that he had learned more than he had practiced for several months or even a year.
Ye Zihao himself has a high level of understanding, and he absorbed a lot of Master Ciyun's guidance.
"Young man, how do you feel?"
Master Ciyun asked Ye Zihao and said.
Although he seemed to be torturing him just now, he felt that Ye Zihao's strength improved a little every time he rushed forward.
He just gave a few simple words, but Ye Zihao seemed to understand a lot of things.
The more this happened, the more Master Ciyun was looking forward to where Ye Zihao's upper limit would be.
"pain!"
Ye Zihao grinned and said.
Master Ciyun asked: "Other than pain?"
"I feel I have learned a lot!" Ye Zihao responded with a serious expression.
"Now, recall what you just realized. It may be of some help to your cultivation."
Master Ciyun gave a reminder and said.
"Okay! Old-timer!"
Ye Zihao nodded, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and then patiently recalled what he had just realized.
"Master Ciyun, Donor Ye..."
The little sweeping monk was about to speak, but Master Ciyun raised a finger and said, "Let him slowly understand, let's go."
"OK!"
The little sweeping monk nodded, and then left the scene together with Master Ciyun.
At this time, Ye Zihao had entered a state of cultivation. A faint smoke was exuding from his body. The smoke surrounding him seemed to be alive, coming out of one pore of his and then out of that pore.
An hour!
Two hours!
Three hours!
…
Ye Zihao's body sat like this for a full 5 or 6 hours.
Dusk!
The little sweeping monk is back again.
When he saw Ye Zihao still sitting there motionless, he couldn't help being surprised.
"Master Ciyun, Donor Ye must have maintained this posture for nearly 5 or 6 hours, right?"
The young sweeping monk asked with a surprised expression on his face.
"For ordinary people, 5 or 6 hours may be a long time, but for cultivators, it is just a breath of time."
Master Ciyun glanced at Ye Zihao. At this time, he felt that Ye Zihao's aura began to change.
Have you started to break through?
Master Ciyun said happily.
At this time, he asked the little sweeping monk, "What do you think has changed in him?"
"Almsgiver Ye? He hasn't changed much?" The little sweeping monk looked at Ye Zihao specifically and said in confusion.
"You are wrong, his momentum has changed!" Master Ciyun smiled and said.
"Master Ciyun, do you mean that he...?"
Having said this, the young sweeping monk couldn't help but be surprised. At this time, a term appeared in his mind... breakthrough!
"Yes!! He is breaking through, and it's fast!"
Master Ciyun gave Ye Zihao a profound look and said with great relief.
At this time, Ye Zihao was in a very subtle state.
This feeling cannot be described in words.
He felt like he was touching the edge of a breakthrough, just a little bit closer to breaking through.
At this moment, Ye Zihao's whole body's strength seemed to be ready to move. The next second, he roared, letting out this subtle feeling.
The voice roared!
He felt that the momentum in his body suddenly spread out like a flood.
on site!!
A shock wave spread outwards, dust flew up, and fallen leaves flew all over the sky.
"Oops, I scanned again in vain today!"
The little sweeping monk couldn't help but complain and said.
At this time, Master Ciyun smiled at him and said, "It's not a problem! It's not a problem! Sweeping the floor is also a kind of practice, hahahaha!"
"Master Ciyun, when will I be as powerful as Almsgiver Ye?" the little sweeping monk said enviously.
"Sweep the floor well, improve your practice, and your strength will naturally improve."
Master Ciyun smiled and then ignored the sweeping monk.
Immediately afterwards, he came over.
It happened that at this time, Ye Zihao's eyes slowly opened.
At this moment, he felt that his whole body was full of strength. When he clenched his fist, his whole body seemed to have endless strength.
"Young man, how do you feel now?" Master Ciyun smiled and asked.
"Thank you, old man!"
At this time, Ye Zihao stood up, bowed his hands, and said something very grateful.
At this time, his strength has broken through from a half-step master to the master level.
The reason why he was able to break through was because Master Ciyun just reminded him of what he had just learned.
Understanding this thing and accumulating it is a breakthrough!
And Ye Zihao learned a lot during the fight with Master Ciyun, so it was naturally easier for him to break through.
"It seems that you have broken through and become a grandmaster! Not bad! Very good!"
Master Ciyun said with great satisfaction that Ye Zihao's potential is immeasurable, and his talent is the highest he has ever seen.
Even if Ye Zihao has talent, it would be really unreasonable for him to work so hard and not make a breakthrough.
There have been many people with high talents since ancient times, but some people think they have high talents and don't work hard, wasting their talents in vain. In the end, their cultivation does not reach the height that everyone expects.
But Ye Zihao is different!
He has talent, but he has to work harder than anyone else.
What is the upper limit for people like this?
Master Ciyun is looking forward to this more and more.
…
That night!
Ghost Blade didn't know about Ye Zihao's breakthrough.
Today, he is still waiting for the arrival of the "divine water".
As long as he has the "God Demon Water", Gui Ren firmly believes that if he wants to kill Ye Zihao, it will be a very easy task.
As for the Ghost Shrine, they just received news that the "Godly Demonic Water" will arrive today.
Ghost Blade is very much looking forward to this.
At this time, he was recovering from his injuries in the hotel room.
However, at this moment, someone knocked on the door of the room.
"Attsu!"
"Attsu!"
"Attsu!"
…
Who?
Gui Ren frowned, and couldn't help but become alert. Then he walked over vigilantly, and then looked at the peephole on the door panel, and saw a middle-aged man standing outside the door.
I saw that this man was wearing a black suit, his face was expressionless, and he exuded a faint murderous aura.
"Who are you anyway?"
Ghost Blade did not open the door, but called out vigilantly.
"ghost!"
The other party didn't say much, and just answered with two words... ghost!
As a result, as soon as he mentioned ghost, Gui Ren became very excited.
Because the word ghost mentioned by the other party is a code for a ghost shrine.
Could it be that... the demon water is about to be delivered?
Ghost Blade couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, so he opened the door immediately and said, "Did you bring the magic water here?"