Since Ye Bai was determined to embarrass himself, Lin Ziyu would naturally cooperate to the end!
Ye Bai took a breath, looked at his fist, and wondered why his strength was so small.
Ever since he saw Su Mei take action last time, he had been extremely interested in the kind of powerful force that could knock away a powerful person in the sky with one punch. After all, why would he draw his sword when he could solve the problem with his fists?
Just when Ye Bai thought about it and was about to give up using his fists and just kill Lin Ziyu with a sword, suddenly, an angry voice sounded in his ears.
"Idiot, you are such an idiot. You don't even know what Shinto is, how can you compete with me? Huh, if you weren't a guy I liked, I wouldn't bother to care about you. Listen, real strength is like this
Used!"
Then, there was a serious and obscure formula.
Ye Bai's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look towards the Dan Palace area. Sure enough, he immediately saw Su Mei wearing a purple short skirt, her delicate little face full of anger.
During the scene, Cao Xian's heart moved, and he also looked at Su Mei, but there was a hint of amusement in the corner of his mouth.
"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Lin, actually, I just made a joke with you. Now, I have to show my real skills. I remind you, be careful!"
Ye Bai clenched his fist seriously.
A sneer flashed in Lin Ziyu's eyes, he nodded and said, "Okay."
"boom!"
An indescribable fist blasted out from Ye Bai's hand!
The entire void seemed to sink for a moment!
The blood crystal in Ye Bai's body exploded again, but this time, the dark golden blood quickly condensed into a strange rune!
The moment this rune appeared, a vicissitude that seemed to come from more ancient times suddenly descended.
The terrifying coercion directly caused some disciples with foundation cultivation to feel shuddering and feel breathless.
Ye Bai's face was extremely sacred and firm. Purple light bloomed in his eyes, and an unprecedented aura rose rapidly!
Although his fists are no different from before.
However, the moment he punched, Lin Ziyu's pupils shrank suddenly, he slapped the storage bag without hesitation, and then a spiritual light shot towards Ye Bai's fist!
Lin Ziyu actually broke the contract and fought back!
Ye Bai seemed to feel nothing. There was no sadness or joy on his face, but he seemed to have a look of compassion, which was extremely strange.
The next moment, the fist collided with the flying sword.
Blood energy surged wildly, the flying sword vibrated, then whined, and was thrown away!
"boom!"
The fist hit Lin Ziyu's chest, denting it directly!
Then, Lin Ziyu's body was just like Ye Bai's previous opponent, and he flew out of the ring.
"Puff"
Blood is flying!
The whole audience was shocked!
The faces of those who were originally prepared to watch the show froze, as if they did not expect such a scene to happen.
Even the leaders of the ten major sects had serious expressions on their faces, as if they were investigating something.
"What's this?!"
Below the ring, Qin Hu opened his eyes wide and asked subconsciously.
However, no one answered his words, because the faces of all the genius disciples became solemn.
Ruyi chuckled, her face relaxed, and she looked at Ye Bai with deep eyes.
Cao Xian had a thoughtful look on his face.
The eyes of the Dao Sect young man became much more serious.
"Big brother is mighty!"
Qin Fang's face turned red with excitement and he shouted!
As a result, the disciples of the Beast Control Sect next to him all looked at him expressionlessly.
Qin Fang smiled and quickly covered his mouth.
Su Mei smiled proudly and muttered: "It would be too embarrassing if we can't win in this way, but this guy actually took advantage of me, just wait, hum!"
Yuan Zhen's eyes were strange, not happy at all, but worried.
Su Mei said with a smile: "Yuan Zhen, you don't seem to be very happy."
"No, no, Elder Su Mei, I'm very happy, thank you."
Yuan Zhen's expression suddenly changed and he forced a smile.
Su Mei felt even more proud. She patted Yuan Zhen's shoulder with her small hand, her eyes curled up proudly, and said, "It's not a big deal, after all, Little Ye Zi is also the one I like."
Yuan Zhen bared his teeth and took a breath of air, but kept a smile on his face and did not dare to say anything more.
Junior brother, if you meet this person, you will be blessed.
He felt a little helpless.
There was a sudden commotion under the high platform, and everyone was stunned by the punch.
Liu Yan laughed happily.
Master Lu opened his eyes wide and murmured: "Isn't this guy a monster?"
"With such great strength, is this still a human being?" Master Zhao was also speechless.
What was completely different from the two of them was that Wang Potian had a look of disbelief on his face. This result was something he never expected.
Fatty Qi came to his senses quickly. Ever since he met Ye Bai, he knew that this guy was definitely not the kind of person who could be judged by common sense.
In the arena, Ye Bai himself was stunned.
He couldn't help but take another look at his fist, with some doubts about life in his eyes.
The same is his strength, the same is his blood, and the same is the use of blood to explode power. Why is there such a big difference between the two?
And what is that aura of vast vicissitudes of life that seems to come from fate?
Could it be that this is the power of Shinto inheritance?
Ye Bai's mind was filled with doubts, and he was not at all happy about winning the competition.
Below the ring, Lin Ziyu's face was pale and his breath was weak. Several disciples of Wanjian Sect supported him and were helping him heal his injuries.
At this time, a tall figure covered him.
Lin Ziyu reluctantly opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Elder, yes, I underestimated the enemy."
"waste!"
Huang Cheng's face was as gloomy as water, and he said coldly: "Go down and heal your wounds. If you can't break through to the golden elixir realm within ten years, then you will be like that."
Lin Ziyu's heart suddenly sank. Others thought that the true disciples of Wanjian Sect were very prestigious, but only he knew that was not the case.
Several disciples of Wanjian Sect carried Lin Ziyu down.
Huang Cheng stared at Ye Bai on the ring with murderous intent, but his hands were tightly clenched, with blue veins exposed.
"Elder Huang, are all of you, the true disciples of Wanjian Sect, such useless people? It seems that after you obtained the Heavenly Sword Art, it seems to be of no use."
Ye Bai smiled proudly and said disdainfully: "If you disciples of Wanjian Sect are all of this level, I don't think you need to participate in any Southern Territory Competition at all. I can challenge all of your young disciples by myself!"