Gao Fengxian, thousands of miles away, was playing chess with an old man. The old man has a snow-white beard, wears black and white linen clothes, his hair is disheveled, his face is like an ancient moon, and he is tall, exuding a domineering aura that is condensed but not hairy. At this moment, with a smiling expression on his face, it seemed that Gao Fengxian was about to lose.
Gao Fengxian was thinking hard, and with a thought in his heart, he took out a transmission note. After activating it, Ye Ming's voice came from inside: "Master, your apprentice is being bullied!"
Gao Fengxian immediately stood up and said sternly: "Master, someone is bullying your disciple. The disciple must rush over immediately. We can play this game again when we have time."
The old man immediately became anxious and shouted: "Wait a minute! You bastard, you can finish playing before you leave. I will finally win against you."
Gao Fengxian was not willing to listen. He straightened his body and turned into a stream of light soaring into the sky. He was far away in an instant. A big black dog came out from behind, glanced at the direction Gao Fengxian was going, and said, "Master, Fengxian is getting more and more shameless. If he looks like he's going to lose, he'll find an excuse and run away." "
The old man scolded: "You little bastard, teach him a lesson later!"
Then he suddenly thought of something and said to the big black dog: "Xiao Hei, Fengxian said that his apprentice is very great. I don't know what his qualifications are. Come and take a look. If his qualifications are really good, give me a meeting gift."
The big black dog nodded, straightened up, and disappeared in the same way.
Ye Ming came to Chiyang Gate and found that there was no one guarding the entrance, so he strode in. In Chiyang Hall, many elders were present. Zhong Shenxiu sat on the main seat with an expressionless face. Su Lan sat beside him, and there were a group of elders behind him. Sun Guang sat opposite, and there were a group of elders behind him. The old lady was sitting in another position, her face as calm as ever.
In the main hall, it was originally very dull, no one spoke. Ye Ming's appearance caused countless eyes to fall on him.
"I've met the leader, I've met the old lady, I've met all the elders." After Ye Ming saw the ceremony, he came to Zhong Shenxiu and sat down next to Su Lan.
Su Lan was worried. When she saw Ye Ming, she smiled slightly. The two of them had the same understanding and nodded.
Sun Guang sneered: "The elders are discussing important matters, why are you, an inner disciple, doing this here?"
Zhong Shenxiu said lightly: "Chiyang Sect can win one of the two places and get the attention of the county governor, thanks to Ye Ming, how can he not be qualified to sit here? Not only is he qualified, but he is more qualified than the head of me. qualifications!"
Sun Guang couldn't find anything to refute for a while. Ye Ming's contribution this time was indeed great. However, sitting next to him was a young man with eyebrows like narrow knives and eyes as cold as stars. His face was cold and hard, with a condescending arrogance and a calm attitude. He had his eyes half-closed, but after Ye Ming came in, his eyes opened slightly.
"Are you Ye Ming?" the other party said.
Ye Ming glanced at him, but ignored him, and asked Su Lan: "Who is this person? Why don't I recognize him?"
Su Lan said cooperatively: "His name is Sun Bohu. He is the son of Elder Sun Guang and an inner disciple of Jianchi Holy Land."
"Oh." Ye Ming just said oh and said nothing.
Sun Bohu asked a question, but received no response. He suddenly lost his composure and said coldly: "How dare a little warrior dare to be arrogant in front of me?"
Ye Ming chuckled and said: "No matter how arrogant I am, I will never seek the position of leader."
"presumptuous!"
Sun Bohu was furious. He stood up and walked directly towards Ye Ming, intending to take action.
Zhong Shenxiu was about to stand up, but Ye Ming remained calm and said: "Sun Bohu, you are a great martial artist, do you want to fight with a warrior like me? Are you people in the Sword Pool Holy Land so shameless?"
Sun Bohu paused. If he really took action, he would really be convinced of the "shameless" statement. He was so angry that his face turned green, and he said in a dark voice: "Boy, a smart person should see the situation clearly."
"I can see clearly." Ye Ming said, "On the contrary, there are some people. Don't think that it is great to be a disciple of the Holy Land. Young Master, when I meet the Golden Prince in the Linghe Secret Realm, I will still beat him up!"
"You bastard, do you dare to call yourself young master in front of me?" Sun Bohu was furious and raised his hand to grab Ye Ming.
Ye Ming was well prepared and shot out nine Wujun coins with a raised hand. His profound Yuan Jin can activate nine Wujun coins at the same time, and each Wujun coin emits martial artist-level lethality. At the same time, the magic circle in his sea of consciousness restrained the vibration, and nine strands of energy condensed into a small attack magic circle in mid-air, suddenly unleashing the lethality of a great martial artist.
In the small killing formation, a palm with condensed martial arts energy rushed out, and actually used the move of the monument swinging hand to attack Sun Bohu fiercely. The martial arts energy contained in the Wu Jun Coin is extremely powerful. This palm strike is majestic and unstoppable.
Sun Bohu's hand collided with the big hand of Yuan Qi, making a loud noise, and a wave of Qi exploded, making everyone's clothes rustle.
Ye Ming didn't move, Sun Bohu took three steps back, his expression changing.
People looked at Ye Ming in surprise and felt dazzled.
"Did he just activate nine Wujun coins? Where did he get such strong Yuan Jin?" Someone asked in surprise.
Generally speaking, a samurai can only activate one Martial Lord Coin at a time, exerting approximately the attack power of a martial artist. And after activating one, you have to meditate and adjust your breath for a long time before activating the second one. This is why people rarely use Wujun coins when fighting. Although the Wu Jun Coin can be used to attack at a higher level, it is very dangerous to be exhausted after using it.
However, Ye Ming is different. His Yuan Jin is very deep and extraordinary. He can hit nine Martial Lord Coins at once without any difficulty. Moreover, he is proficient in formations. When the Wu Jun Coin was played, the nine forces were arranged and combined under the restriction of the talisman formation, and a small killing formation was directly constructed. The power instantly reached the level of a great martial artist, and even Sun Bohu was hit. retreat.
Just when Zhong Shenxiu was about to take action, he couldn't help being surprised and happy when he saw Ye Ming's powerful methods. No matter what method he uses, he can defeat a great martial artist at the warrior level. This is simply a miracle!
Sun Bohu was shocked more than anyone else. He was the one who took action. He could feel Ye Ming's power more deeply than anyone else. If you throw it away at will, nine Wujun coins will form a killing array. What kind of method is this
Although he was shocked in his heart, he didn't show it at all on his face, and sneered: "Do you want to use Wujun coins? I want to see how many times you can use it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved again. This time he acted like lightning, pointing his finger at Ye Ming's eyebrows, obviously with murderous intent. Zhong Shenxiu and several elders around him were alert. Once Ye Ming's life was in danger, they would immediately come to rescue him.
This time, Ye Ming raised his hand and launched a small yin-yang killing formation. All they saw was a massacre, and Sun Bohu was instantly surrounded.
Sun Bohu's contemptuous smile came from inside, and he said: "You are just trying to trap me in the killing array?"
"Who said I would trap you?" Ye Ming sneered, grabbed a handful of Wujun coins, and seemingly threw them away casually. Sixty-four Martial Lord coins landed precisely around the small Yin Yang Killing Formation, and then each released a burst of martial arts energy, intertwining into a magic circle. Immediately the level of the small yin and yang killing array was raised to a higher level, and even the great martial artist Sun Bohu could not conflict with it for a while.
The elders who saw this scene couldn't help but look at each other, unable to believe that this was true. Even though Ye Ming has powerful weapons, he is clearly only a ninth-grade warrior. And Sun Bohu, he is a great martial artist! The realm between the two is vastly different. But under such circumstances, Ye Ming trapped Sun Bohu forcefully!
"Damn it!" Sun Bohu roared in anger from the small Yin Yang Killing Formation. He regretted that he did not use his martial arts will to suppress Ye Ming as soon as he came up. Otherwise, he would not have become like this. Not only was he trapped in the Little Yin Yang Killing Formation Country, but he was also embarrassed. Although he could break through this formation, it would take at least an hour or two.
Ye Ming sneered and said: "With your bad skills, you can also join the Sword Pond Holy Land? The people in the Holy Land are really blind to accept rubbish disciples like you."
Listening to Ye Ming's ridicule, Sun Bohu roared repeatedly, wishing to kill Ye Ming immediately.
Zhong Shenxiu laughed, while the elders had different expressions. Among them, Sun Guang's face was ashen.
After all, he couldn't let Ye Ming trap his son. Sun Guang stared at Ye Ming and shouted: "You bastard, why don't you let Bohu out?"
Ye Ming ignored him and turned around to ask the old lady: "Sir, old lady, can I still use this formation?"
The old lady came back to her senses, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Okay, very good! Ye Ming, baby, where did you learn this skill?"
Ye Ming said calmly: "Back to the old lady, I went to the Miaosuan Sect and learned a little casually."
The old lady nodded again, but stopped talking. She seemed to be in a state of hesitation.
"Little beast! Didn't you hear me?" When Sun Guang saw Ye Ming ignoring him, he became furious and stood up and pushed towards him.
"Sun Guang, who has disgraced your mother, are you trying to touch my disciple?" A thunderous voice rolled down, causing everyone present to change their expressions. The next moment a strong wind blew, and a tall figure appeared in front of Ye Ming. Who could it be if it wasn't Gao Fengxian
Ye Ming hurriedly paid homage: "Disciple, see the master!"
Gao Fengxian smiled "haha", patted Ye Ming on the head and said, "Good disciple, I didn't embarrass your master."
After saying that, he flicked his fingers, and Ye Ming's small Yin-Yang killing array collapsed, and the violent power shrank inward. Sun Bohu, who was in the middle of the killing array, screamed in agony, and countless bones in his body were broken.
Sun Guang was furious and quickly snatched Sun Bohu back and said angrily: "Gao Fengxian, how dare you hurt my son!"
"This idiot son just hurts me, so you bite me?" Gao Fengxian looked at him contemptuously, "If you are not convinced, let's take a few moves."
Sun Bohu stared at Gao Fengxian fiercely, but did not dare to really agree, because he could feel the power of the other party, and it seemed that he was not just Wuzong!
The old lady looked at Gao Fengxian and suddenly asked: "Fengxian, have you made a breakthrough?"
Gao Fengxian smiled "haha": "The old lady is still so discerning, yes, I just broke through to Lord Wu."
Everyone in the hall fell silent. Well, now that Gao Fengxian has become Lord Wu, Sun Guang's head is probably out of business. The reason why Sun Guang dared to seize the position of leader was not only because of the strong support of other elders and Sun Bohu, but more importantly, he was confident of breaking through to Wuzong in a short time. Once he becomes Wuzong, he will no longer be afraid of Gao Fengxian.
However, now that Gao Fengxian has become Wujun in one fell swoop, he is no longer able to fight against him. A martial monarch, a martial monarch, every word and deed contains the general trend, which is not comparable to that of the martial arts sect.