"Don't make a mistake?"
Even with Ye Changsheng's usual temperament, he was speechless.
The few people in front of him felt too good about themselves. How did they think that they would definitely be able to defeat him?
With Jinlun Guoshi, who had just stepped into the grandmaster realm?
Looking at Zhao Min in front of him, he really could not associate her with the smart and resourceful woman in the future.
It seemed that he was still too young and lacked the beating of the martial arts world.
That was right. Zhao Min was only ten years old. That was normal.
"You used the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm to harm my Martial Nephew. I haven't gone to find trouble with you, but you've come to me first.”
Ye Changsheng gestured for Huang Rong to step aside and sneered.
"I'll collect some interest today!"
The so-called grandmaster was nothing in his eyes, even though he had reached the fourth level of Qi Refinement.
"Dharmaraja, take him down! Don't hurt his life, just let him suffer a little.”Zhao Min shouted when she heard this.
"Patron, please forgive me!"
Jinlun Guoshi roared, his eyes flashing as he charged forward like a dragon or elephant.
He had just cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique to the ninth level and broke through to the Grandmaster Realm.
It was the most high-spirited time.
At this moment, the punch was mixed with Grandmaster Gang Qi and looked extremely powerful.
Huang Rong was shocked and couldn't help but worry.
"This big monk's cultivation is so deep, he's not much weaker than father. Can brother Ye deal with him?”
She was so concerned that she forgot the shocking scene three days ago when she saw Ye Changsheng's breath turn into a sword.
Ye Changsheng was unusually calm. He was just about to try the benefits of having Mercurial Vitality after reaching Lv 4 Qi Cultivation Realm.
Jinlun Guoshi, who had just become a grandmaster, was not worthy of him using his trump card, Breath into Sword.
Wrapped in spiritual energy, a crystal clear fist collided with Jinlun Guoshi.
The result shocked everyone.
The one who suffered was not Ye Changsheng, but Jinlun Guoshi.
His figure retreated explosively, and his divine power seemed to have become a decoration.
Ye Changsheng, on the other hand, remained unmoved.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Art? I heard that there are thirteen levels. How many levels have you reached?”
Ye Changsheng said calmly.
He waved his fist casually, his expression extremely relaxed. The body of a Qi Practitioner was not something that ordinary people could compare to.
Only the Jinlun Guoshi who had cultivated the Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Art could fight him head-on.
"Ninth level, but it's enough to deal with you!”
Jinlun Guoshi's eyes bulged. The grandmaster's high-spirited spirit had been completely knocked down to dust.
He gritted his teeth and charged at Ye Changsheng again.
He did not believe that his shen power was useless.
However, Zhao Min, who was at the side, sensed that something was wrong and quickly said,"The two of you, quickly go and help Dharmaraja!"
She suddenly realized that she had greatly underestimated Ye Changsheng's strength.
For a moment, he regretted it.
"Maybe I should have invited the teacher."
Her teacher was Meng Chixing, the national master of Meng Yuan, a martial grandmaster.
Let's talk about the two sides on the battlefield.
Ye Changsheng and Jinlun Guoshi continued to exchange blows.
With the support of spiritual energy, his fist was like a diamond, and it hit Jinlun Guoshi until his entire body was about to fall apart.
His internal organs began to tremble, and blood flowed out of his mouth.
"Where did this person come from? I've never heard of any Wudang external technique that could defeat the Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Technique. Could it be that he was born with divine strength?”
Jinlun Guoshi was shocked.
"Dharmaraja, we are here to help you!"
Lu Zhangke and He Biweng attacked at the same time. They both used their signature Dark Mysterious Divine Palms and struck at Ye Changsheng's chest.
Especially Crane Brush Elder, who had been injured by Ye Changsheng twice in a row. He was furious.
Xuan Ming's internal strength surged towards his left hand, which was the only intact part.
Under the enhancement of the hatred in his heart, he unexpectedly made a breakthrough in his Dark Mysterious Divine Palm.
As the palm power surged out, it protruded along the edge of the palm by more than an inch.
"Haha, the heavens are on my side. Ye Changsheng, die!”
The three of them attacked.
Although the situation looked extremely grim to others, Ye Changsheng did not panic at all.
"It's not worth mentioning."
An inch of palm force? It was just a joke.
In the next moment.
The spiritual energy in his entire body suddenly soared, and his entire body was wrapped in an invisible layer of flames.
Crimson blood flowed out of his body, and he actually let out a voice that sounded like Wang Yang's ocean, making him look like a god of war.
Crane Brush Elder's palm force was completely crushed by the spiritual energy in an instant.
Amidst his horrified expression.
Ye Changsheng threw a punch. A solid fist force tore through the air, completely shattering his heart and sending his body flying seventy to eighty feet away.
Lu Zhangke turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late.
Ye Changsheng turned around and appeared behind him in an instant.
He pointed out a finger and directly locked his throat.
The Xuanming Elders had both died!
He had to kill these two people. Back then, he had captured Zhang Wuji to threaten Wudang Sect, and before he escaped down the mountain, he had not forgotten to leave the Xuanming Palm Force on Zhang Wuji.
They were so vicious that they could not live in the world.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp."
Jinlun Guoshi gulped when he saw Ye Changsheng kill Xuanming Elders with a single punch.
Even though he was a grandmaster, he couldn't kill a Xiantian master so easily.
It was like stepping on an ant.
Ye Changsheng was in a good mood.
Who said that Immortal cultivators were incapable of close combat?
The occasional head-on close combat made him feel exceptionally comfortable.
He turned his head and looked at Jinlun Guoshi coldly.
Jinlun Guoshi was already injured, so he was no match for Ye Changsheng.
His scalp went numb. He knew that if he was not careful today, he would have to die here.
It didn't matter if he died, but if Zhao Min died here…
The Mengyuan Dynasty would probably go crazy and rage. At that time, the Tantra Sect that he was in would not have a good time.
Therefore, Jinlun Guoshi quickly said,"Donor Ye, Xuanming Elders have already died in your hands. Since the murderer who hurt your martial nephew is dead, why don't we write it off?"”
"Write it off? Jinlun Guoshi, you're already so old. Aren't you too naive?”
"So what if I kill all of you here today?”
As he spoke, Ye Changsheng glared at Zhao Min with a cold and murderous gaze.
The young Zhao Min couldn't help but shiver.
After all, she was only ten years old. Seeing the Xuanming Elders, whom she had taken as her arms, die in Ye Changsheng's hands in an instant, she was a little afraid.
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