If I say you don’t meet the conditions, you don’t meet the conditions!
Although neither the young master in white nor the servant in blue revealed their identities, Zhang Yao could guess from these words that the young master in white was from the Ye family.
Moreover, the status of the young man in white is not low in the Ye family, and he can make the final decision regarding recruitment announcements for the Ye family.
Since the young man in white doesn't like the first-grade monks, Zhang Yao will probably have to spend a lot more effort to reveal himself.
The young man in white turned around and left with his servant in blue.
Zhang Yao pondered for a while and thought of a way, and it was an immediate solution.
"Although I am a first-grade monk, I meet the conditions for the Ye family to announce the invitation. Who are you from the Ye family? What qualifications do you have to stop me from announcing the announcement!" Zhang Yao shouted.
The young man in white and the servant in blue have already walked three feet away.
Hearing Zhang Yao's words, the young master in white turned to look at Zhang Yao, and the servant in blue also turned to look at Zhang Yao.
Zhang Yao shouted loudly, intending to alert the master and servant to him.
Seeing that both the master and the servant had turned around, Zhang Yao stepped away. He took one step forward, spanning three feet, and instantly reached the door in front of the young master in white.
Zhang Yao clenched one hand into a fist, and his skin and muscles were instantly petrified. The petrification extended all the way to his forearm, and his fist and forearm were as black as ink.
Immediately, Zhang Yao punched out with his backhand.
The fist was like a large seal as black as ink, falling from the sky, tearing the void, carrying a sound barrier, and smashed into the chest of the young man in white.
Zhang Yao's punch hadn't really landed yet, but the sound of cracking silk could already be heard in the void.
The young man in white looked horrified. Zhang Yao was indeed a first-level monk, but Zhang Yao's punch was something that no third-level monk could take lightly.
If this punch hits, the young man in white has no doubt that his chest will be blown out!
Zhang Yao had the upper hand. It was impossible for the young master in white to avoid the punch, so he had no choice but to accept it.
The young man in white hurriedly punched out, and many green leaves came out layer by layer from his palm, like a thick blanket of green leaves spread out from his palm.
Bang!
The fists of Zhang Yao and the young man in white collided, like a thunder falling on the bluestone street. The green leaf in the palm of the young man in white was blown away by Zhang Yao's punch. The energy aftermath of the fight between the two formed a substantial ripple. Countless green leaves
, was involved in the ripples and rolled away.
Zhang Yao stood where the young man in white had just stood, and the young man in white was knocked back ten steps by Zhang Yao's punch.
The arm of the young man in white waving to meet the attack could not help but tremble at this moment.
Snap! Snap!
Blood dripped from the palm of the young master in white clothes. The palm of the young master in white clothes looked like a field plowed by oxen. The flesh and blood were rolled and it was too miserable to see.
Seeing the injury on the palm of the young man in white, Zhang Yao frowned and wondered if the strength was too much.
But when the punch landed just now, Zhang Yao had already withdrawn his strength by two points. He didn't expect the opponent to be so weak.
The young man in white doesn't know what Zhang Yao is thinking, otherwise he would definitely be furious.
"Young... Master!" Seeing the injury of the young master in white, the servant in blue rushed over to help him, shouting with a worried look on his face, and then glared at Zhang Yao angrily.
"You are really a hateful person! You attacked my young master first, but my young master couldn't bear to strike hard, so you actually hurt my young master. My young master has a good heart, but I can't spare you!" Lan Yi angrily scolded Zhang Yao before he finished speaking.
, as soon as his figure flashed, he rushed forward to clean up Zhang Yao.
"Lan Yi, get out!" The young man in white shouted.
"Master!"
The servant in blue stopped halfway and turned back to look at his young master.
"Step back." The young man in white said, his voice was a little softer, but his unquestionable attitude was firmer.
"Yes." Lan Yi turned his head again, glared at Zhang Yao fiercely, and then stepped aside bitterly.
The young man in white used spiritual power to seal the wound on his palm to stop the blood flow. Then he looked at Zhang Yao and said slowly: "First-grade monk, you are indeed capable of using such a punch! I admit, I did underestimate you before.
.But I wonder how many times you can use such a punch? If you only have one or two punches, no matter how powerful your punch is, you will not be able to cross the gap between the first-grade monks and the third-grade monks."
Zhang Yao's heart moved. The punch just now used three kinds of power: petrification talent, blood and spiritual power!
Petrification is a talent.
Qi and blood are the only way to fight.
Spiritual power is the power of a first-level monk. Compared with petrification talent and blood, spiritual power can only be regarded as the icing on the cake.
The young master in white didn't seem to have any doubts about Zhang Yao's petrification talent and energy.
It seems that in the Chinese mainland, using the petrification talent and blood will not cause others to suspect that Zhang Yao is a warrior!
Of course, Zhang Yao was somewhat confident that he dared to use his petrification talent and energy.
In the ancient sect barrier, Zong Weixia, Zhong Yuechuan, Yin Tingxue and others, in addition to the way of spiritual energy and the eternal kingdom, also had the power of energy and blood to escape.
However, the energy and blood power of Yin Tingxue and others is only incidental to the spiritual attack, and is not the main focus.
When the young man in white used Green Leaf Palm just now, there was Qi and blood flowing out.
As for the Way of Ten Thousand Dharmas, spiritual power seeds communicate with the elements of heaven and earth, which is obviously different from the Way of Spiritual Energy, so Zhang Yao naturally cannot use it.
"Is there a gap?" Zhang Yao smiled slightly and said slowly: "In my opinion, there is no difference between first-grade monks, second-grade monks, and third-grade monks! As for such punching power, naturally it can be stronger, but I don't know.
How many punches can you withstand? Don't, you fell down before I even exerted any force."
The young man in white frowned, it was just a punch and it could not prove anything at all. He hated people who had no strength and only talked big words.
The servant in blue was stunned. This man is so crazy. He is only a first-level monk, but he dares to say such big words!
Zhang Yao took another step forward, and instantly got close to the young man in white. He punched the young man in white with the same punch as before, and hit the young man in white with his backhand.
The young man in white had already injured his right hand, and knowing how powerful Zhang Yao's punch was, he didn't dare to use his palm skills to catch it.
The young man in white clenched his fist with his left hand, his aura shone, and he punched out.
Bang!
The two fists collided, and there was another loud noise like thunder.
Zhang Yao stood where the young man in white was standing, and the young man in white was knocked back several steps by Zhang Yao's punch.
The face of the young man in white changed slightly, and he increased his strength. But the power contained in Zhang Yao's punch was also stronger than the previous punch.
A first-level monk could use such a powerful punch and still have some remaining power!
Zhang Yao punched down, without resting, he took another step forward, approaching the young man in white, and then punched with his backhand, like a big black seal.
Bang bang bang...
Although the young man in white clothes continues to improve his counterattack power, Zhang Yao increases his power with every punch and always suppresses the young man in white clothes steadily.
With each punch thrown out, Zhang Yao advanced all the way, while the young man in white was beaten so hard that he could only retreat.
The young man in white looked ugly. He was repelled by Zhang Yao for the first time. It can be said that Zhang Yao had the upper hand.
But until now, he has been repelled by Zhang Yao, so how can he use Zhang Yao as an excuse.
The young man in white felt aggrieved. Every time he increased his strength to fight back, the other party increased his strength to suppress him, and was always stronger than him.
Punch after punch, how many punches have there been?
Although he is in the third level, two realms higher than his opponent, the power of the young master in white has its limits.
At this time, the strength of the young man in white has reached its limit, but the opponent's punch is still stronger than his. Even looking at the opponent's appearance, it seems that there is still some strength left.
"Is this your limit? If you can only stop here, why do you stop me from unveiling the list!" Zhang Yao said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yao punched his backhand again, with more power than before, and knocked the young man in white away with one punch.
Bang!
The young man in white couldn't bear the punch and was blasted ten feet away. He couldn't keep up with the retreating trend, so he had to sit down hard on the bluestone street. Suddenly, several innocent bluestones under him were injured.
, several pieces of bluestone were shattered and bloomed due to the aftershock of him sitting down.
The servant in blue who had been following the young master in white was stunned and even forgot to help his young master.
The servant in blue opened his mouth so wide that he could fit a fist into it, but he could not utter a single word. His son was a third-grade monk, and the opponent was a first-grade monk. But the third-grade monk was pressed down and beaten by the first-grade monk, and he retreated step by step. In the end, he was
After being beaten by a first-grade monk, he sat on the ground without any image.
Who is the third grade and who is the first grade?
He looked at his young master and then at Zhang Yao. The servant in blue looked confused.
The servants in blue thought Zhang Yao was crazy before. From this moment on, the servants in blue no longer thought Zhang Yao was crazy.
Not only is he not crazy, he is also very humble!
Beating one person against another is like an adult bullying a child.
Zhang Yao said that in his opinion, there is no difference between a first-grade monk, a second-grade monk, and a third-grade monk! Is there anything wrong with this? There is absolutely nothing wrong with that!
The young man in white suddenly sat down on the ground, with his legs spread apart and the door wide open, looking quite indecent.
But the young man in white felt that his waist was about to break, and he wanted to stand up immediately, but after a fierce battle, he still had no strength left. Coupled with the pain in his waist, he couldn't exert any strength. He even had to close his legs and close the door.
If not, I can only continue to sit inelegantly on the broken bluestone.
Zhang Yao didn't think there was anything indecent about the posture of the young man in white. How else could he sit like this?
Seeing that Zhang Yao was still looking over, the young man in white lowered his head and looked at his indecent posture, with a look of embarrassment and anger on his face, and his face turned red.
"Lan Yi, help me up." The young man in white shouted and gave Lan Yi a slight look. He is usually quite smart, but why did he lose his temper at the critical moment?
Hearing this cry, Lan Yi just came back to his senses. Seeing his young master sitting on the ground like this, Lan Yi also felt that it was a bit indecent.
The man in blue hurriedly came to the young man in white and helped him up.
After being helped up by Lan Yi, the shame and anger on the face of the young master in white gradually faded away. He looked at Zhang Yao and asked: "You are obviously only at the first level, why are you so strong?"
Zhang Yao chuckled, do you think I will tell you?
The servant in blue who was supporting the young master in white was slightly startled. He glanced at his young master secretly and thought to himself, his young master was so stunned by that punch that he even asked such a question?
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the young man in white realized that he had made a mistake and asked quickly: "Are you really willing to join the Ye family?"
Zhang Yao nodded.
If you don't want to, why waste your efforts to subdue the young man in white.