Ye Bai put his hands behind his back and made his own evaluation.
The young monk's eyes were splitting, and he stared at Ye Bai in great pain, then looked at the tip of the half flying sword on the ground, and finally, it fell on the whining and missing half of the flying sword.
"Ye Bai, if you dare to destroy my flying sword, I will kill you!"
The young monk clenched his hands into fists and shouted through gritted teeth!
At this time, in his heart, his hatred for Ye Bai exceeded that of anyone else.
Even though this flying sword was only missing the tip of the sword, in fact, this flying sword was completely useless. There was no possibility of it being restored in the future, and it was impossible for him to use this flying sword to defend the enemy again.
The flying sword that destroys people is recognized in the world of spiritual practice as a deep hatred that can be compared with the hatred of killing one's father!
Ye Bai, however, seemed not to have seen the burning anger in the monk's eyes at all, and calmly said: "I have not destroyed many flying swords, but almost all of them belong to your Ruyi Sect. Do you think it is a coincidence or not?"
The young monk could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and punched Ye Bai directly in the chest.
However, before the punch reached Ye Bai's chest, a ring-shaped white aura formed in front of Ye Bai's body.
The body of the young monk hit the white sword, and the sound of "puff" was heard endlessly. In just a moment, his white robe had been reduced to pieces, and hundreds of sword energy left criss-crossing and dense traces on his chest.
of wounds.
Blood spattered out, but the sword energy was cold and ruthless, and it continued to cut the young monk's body methodically in the flash of cold light.
The young monk's face was twisted in pain, and his eyes showed great hatred, but what came out of his mouth was a cry of pain.
A figure flew out from the tower. The sword energy that was about to continue cutting suddenly sank and became stagnant in its movement. Then the figure of the young monk was taken away from Ye Bai.
Ye Bai looked indifferent, he did not pursue, but waved his hand, and those white swords disappeared without a trace.
This kind of disappearance is not a disappearance in the true sense. If necessary, Ye Bai can summon this sword gang anytime and anywhere.
Wang Ping looked surprised and walked up to Ye Bai.
He could tell that Ye Bai's sword skills seemed to have improved a lot since the last time he saw them.
This guy really feeds off fighting with fighting skills, his talent is amazing, and he doesn't know who can really stop him.
The people around him could no longer suppress the gasps of anger. Those talented monks who were usually extremely conceited looked at Ye Bai with eyes that had changed from playful to complicated.
Two fingers break the flying sword!
Sword Gang cuts the golden elixir!
When did this younger generation who had just entered the secret realm become so fierce?
This guy is too perverted!
If Ye Bai has been practicing in the secret realm for many years and is so powerful, they can also understand. After all, in the oasis, the genius identity they are most proud of has already given up long ago. Those stronger than them will never
few.
But everyone knows that Ye Bai is the first place winner in this southern region competition, and he is a genius monk who is only 19 years old!
According to common sense, the first place in the Southern Region Competition in previous years was not mediocre, but the fastest one only broke through to the Golden Core realm after entering the secret realm for a month.
But this one, before entering the secret realm, has already broken through to the golden elixir realm, and now his strength is enough to crush geniuses like them who originally had great psychological advantages.
Many people looked at each other, but in their hearts they believed the rumors that Ye Bai and Xiao Zhan were not losing in the fight.
In fact, they have no reason not to believe it.
Facts speak louder than words.
And they also know that Oasis may have another monster who will surpass geniuses like them!
Although Ye Bai's cultivation has not yet entered the realm of Yuanying, his strength gives him the feeling of being the first person under Yuanying.
At least among all the Jindan monks present, no one felt that they could defeat Ye Bai.
Genius looks at genius.
One glance is enough.
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Ye Bai ignored Wang Ping's emotion, nor did he appreciate the changes in the expressions of the geniuses around him from a superior attitude. He looked at a young monk in front of him, his expression calm and indifferent.
"Fellow Daoist Ye is astonishingly powerful. He came to the tower to practice cultivation. Even though my junior brother is sweating with words, it seems that Daoist fellow Daoist can't rely on the strong to bully the weak, right?"
The young monk laid the young monk with a ferocious face and twisted face and a trembling body flat on the ground. Then he poured a bottle of elixir into the other person's mouth and observed it carefully for a moment, waiting for it to flow out from the crisscrossed sword marks on the young monk's chest.
After his blood miraculously coagulated, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head.
The young monk was seriously injured and could even be said to be dying.
The clothes on his chest had disappeared, and a lot of his flesh had turned into scraps of flesh. In a short period of time, a big hole was cut out by the sword energy.
The skin and flesh around the wound were curled up, and the inside was covered in blood and flesh, and a heart could even be vaguely seen beating powerfully.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if this powerful young monk hadn't killed him at the critical moment just now, within an instant, this young monk's heart would have been shattered by the sword energy and he would have died.
Ye Bai looked at this young monk who was neither humble nor arrogant, but slightly angry, and suddenly smiled.
The young monk frowned and said, "I would like to ask fellow Taoist Ye, what is so funny about what I just said?"
Ye Bai twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "First of all, I don't dare to take the word Taoist friend seriously. Your Ruyi Sect and I have never been on the same path. Secondly, you said that I rely on the strong to bully the weak. I think it is ridiculous, very ridiculous.
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"Please ask Fellow Daoist Ye to clarify my doubts."
The young monk cupped his hands, looking puzzled.
Ye Bai had a strange look in his eyes and said: "Isn't what your Ruyi Sect is best at relying on the strong to bully the weak? My fellow Taoist and I are both in the late Jindan stage, so I don't know where the idea of relying on the strong to bully the weak comes from?
To put it bluntly, it's just that his skills are inferior to others and he is humiliating himself."
The young monk's face turned sarcastic. He stared at Ye Bai and sneered: "My junior brother is usually courteous and courteous to others. How could he take the initiative to provoke others? You hurt people first and slandered them later. It shows that you have evil intentions. Today, Luo Mou
I must do justice for heaven and eliminate a great harm to the Southern Territory!"
"What a man who has evil intentions and acts for heaven! I want to see how strong your strength is!"
Ye Bai angrily laughed back. He didn't like to explain anything. What's more, the Ruyi Sect was trying to get in trouble with him in every possible way, making things difficult for him in many places. If Ye Bai hadn't had an amazing talent and escaped from death, he would have been killed long ago.
Became the soul of the Ruyi Sect’s subordinates. (To be continued)