Cui Zhirong was flustered by Yang Qingxuan's ever-changing Xingyi punches. Although he didn't lose the wind, he felt ashamed.
Crazy shouts and curses were heard from all around the audience, and thinking that You Ye might be watching the battle in the suspended VIP room, he was even more furious, shouting: "Go to hell!"
He clapped his hands to the top of his head, and a force appeared in an arc, scattered and fell.
A golden light flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and he saw a strange force appearing about three feet in front of Cui Zhirong, like a swamp.
He was startled and said: "Could it be that this is his martial spirit? It looks extremely weird."
At the moment, he didn't dare to take it too seriously, he made a move in the shape of a monkey, his body was like a flying monkey, and he swayed in the air, avoiding that weird force.
"What?!"
Cui Zhirong was taken aback, a haze flashed in his eyes, and he shouted: "Want to hide? You have no way to go to the sky, and no way to go to the earth!" Immediately, he bullied himself up, the power of the martial soul was like muddy water, it scattered away, and moved forward square radiation.
Yang Qingxuan was forced to the edge of the ring, and there was nowhere to hide. He was directly sucked by that strange force, as if he was in a swamp, about to sink into an inexplicable force! He was horrified.
"Hahaha, even a scumbag who doesn't even have a martial soul wants to fight with me. Once you are hit by my 'sloppy', unless your cultivation level is higher than mine, don't try to break free!"
Cui Zhirong laughed wildly, with a ferocious murderous look on his face, fighting with Yang Qingxuan for so long, almost exhausted all his patience, violent emotions surged in his body, and shouted: "Death!"
The whole person rose violently, and with the palm of his knife, he cut open the air and struck.
Yang Qingxuan was horrified in his heart, his whole body was deep in the mud, and he couldn't use all his strength. Cui Zhirong's terrifying hand knife flew towards him, and he slammed the true method, and two streams of flaming yang energy circulated in his body!
Suddenly, a red flame burst out from the right hand, congealing into a ball of flames!
"What?!"
Cui Zhirong's heart trembled slightly, as if he felt the horror of the scorching sun, his face darkened, and he shouted: "Do you still want to make a comeback? Dream! Go to hell!" The strength in his hands increased a bit!
Yang Qingxuan's face was also gloomy, and he said coldly: "One is not enough, another one!"
The left hand draws a circle in front of the body, the right hand surrounds it, and the second flame suddenly emerges, the two suns intersect, and a terrifying aura circles around Yang Qingxuan, pushing away the "dragging" power of the martial soul!
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he immediately slapped out his palm, and shouted: "Eryang Huan is here!"
Two flaming suns rose into the sky, turned into golden crow firebirds, roared in the sky, and flew up!
"What?!"
The audience was shocked, and most of the audience stood up with a "crash", their eyes widening.
In the twenty VIP rooms, those rich and powerful children rushed to the glass wall, You Ye and Mr. Jin were equally horrified, staring at the Eryang Huanxian with their eyes wide open!
"Mysterious martial art! This is a mysterious martial art!"
You Ye shouted in shock: "Mr. Jin, is this a mysterious martial art?!"
Mr. Jin's expression fluctuated violently, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's a mysterious martial art! And this person's proficiency in mastering a mysterious martial art is not inferior to your master."
You Ye was stunned, and his sharp-edged face seemed a little absent-minded.
In the gambling arena, with the appearance of Eryang Huan, the atmosphere of the venue suddenly rose to the extreme.
"Boom!"
Liuyang slapped Cui Zhirong's saber, his powerful energy burst, and both of them were shaken.
Cui Zhirong was sprayed by the heat wave, his clothes turned into ashes in an instant, and his skin was burned, and the burning pain spread over a large area.
Yang Qingxuan was much better. A powerful force covered the surface of his skin, blocking all the impacts. He only felt a burst of tightness in his chest, and his blood rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it again!
Mr. Jin's pupils tightened between the VIPs hanging in the air, and he said in a deep voice: "The power of Prajna and Dragon Elephant! The tenth level of Dzogchen for tempering the body! It is actually the two tenth level of Dzogchen for refining Qi and refining the body!"
You Ye was also shocked. Originally, after seeing Yang Qingxuan displaying a mysterious martial skill, he regretted sending Cui Zhirong to the field. He wanted to pass the sound transmission to make Cui Zhirong concede defeat, but unexpectedly, Yang Qingxuan gained the upper hand with one move!
You Ye was startled and said: "Mr. Jin, is body training so powerful?"
Mr. Jin said: "Simply tempering the tenth floor of the body is of course no match for Cui Zhirong, but Yang Qingxuan is perfect in both body and qi training, plus this mysterious level martial skill. I also thought that he was too greedy as a dual practitioner. Think about it, maybe he just entered the door of body training to cultivate that mysterious level martial skill."
You Ye's heart trembled, with ecstasy on his face, he said: "Then can I practice 'Eight Desolation Dragon War' by tempering my body?"
Mr. Jin pondered and said: "It's hard to say, everyone's talent is different, and every martial skill is also different. Moreover, few people know the way of body training."
You Ye nodded and said: "That's true, but Yang Qingxuan's state at least provides us with a reference. If there is a chance in the future, I will go to Elder Lu Jiangpeng for advice."
After finishing speaking, the two fell silent, staring at the gambling arena without blinking.
After Cui Zhirong was repelled by Liuyang Palm, he was on the contrary, ridiculed from all directions, countless cursing and shouting, the stimulation made him tremble all over, and his face was deformed.
"You are a piece of garbage at the Qi Martial Realm, and you want to defeat me, it's impossible, it will never be possible!"
Cui Zhirong roared loudly, and the light of the martial soul on his body burst out, transforming into five rays of light in the air. It was the middle-grade martial soul of the fifth ring, and the strange power spread with the light visible to the naked eye.
Cui Zhirong himself also exploded, hitting the air with an extremely domineering split fist. It's a completely desperate move, like a mad bull rushing towards it!
He was indeed insane, and the huge anger and shame made him rush to Yang Qingxuan desperately, wanting to blow up, tear Yang Qingxuan, and trample him to death, so as to vent his hatred!
The invincible existence in the early days of Lingwu, he tried his best to strike madly, coupled with the weird characteristics of the martial soul, not only the arena, but even the audience in the audience felt the extremely strong pressure, and they shouted loudly. Turn pale.
Many people left the table and got up, and ran to the back, for fear of affecting themselves.
"Qi Wujing, you should have the appearance of Qi Wujing, that is, begging for mercy and crying under the soles of my shoes, that is the fate you should have!"
Cui Zhirong turned into an aurora and flew towards him. Inside the aurora, his eyes were as red as blood, and his face was as ferocious as a ghost.
Yang Qingxuan, who was blown by the terrible force, took a few steps back, and then he stood still. He looked calm, and looked ahead quietly in the storm.
"Fate is spelled out by oneself, not bestowed by others."
He said calmly, the true qi of Yanyang in his body rushed out one after another, turning into Yanyang in the palm of his hand, one, two, three!
"Three suns chasing the sun!"
(end of this chapter)