"This is a holy-level skill. It is extremely powerful. The fat on his body is a weapon. Even a sword cannot pierce it. The fat on his body is like a layer of armor. He can engrave the Heavenly Chi Killing Formation on it. He is good at it. Devouring all kinds of energy, the power is quite strong." Bei Ming said.
Ye Ming was secretly shocked, using fat as armor? This technique is really weird!
The fat man, with his fat head and big ears, came to the stage with a smile and said to Ye Ming: "I am Xie Xiaofeng from the Holy Land of Sword Pool. Let's make friends."
When the fat man smiled, his eyes narrowed and he looked very kind.
Ye Ming said lightly: "Those who come out to fight life and death don't need to make friends. I do know a few of you in Jianchi."
"Oh? Who do you know?" Xie Xiaofeng asked with a smile.
"Huang Yuankui, Sun Bohu, Xiang Fei." Ye Ming tentatively said.
Xie Xiaofeng smiled "haha" and said: "The person you are talking about probably has no status. I don't know him."
Ye Ming didn't know whether what the other party said was true or not, and said: "Jianchi is good at swordsmanship, so I will compete with you with swordsmanship."
“Use sword skills?”
Ye Ming insisted: "Let's use the sword. If you don't use the sword, I'm afraid you will lose too quickly, which will be boring."
"Interesting!" Xie Xiaofeng laughed. When he laughed, a slight chill enveloped the ring. People who were close to him subconsciously wanted to stay away from the ring.
"Whether it's interesting or not, you won't know until you fight." Ye Ming pulled out the Dragon Armor Sword and showed the starting position of Liangyi Sword Technique.
"Liang Yi Sword? Okay! I will play with you so that I can teach you what the way of the sword is." Ye Ming.
The sword energy is a vortex of sword energy, rotating at high speed. If it gets close to a person's body, it can tear the human body into pieces in an instant.
Ye Ming took his time and stabbed a sword into the air at will. The talisman appeared and died, and a small Yin-Yang killing array was formed, colliding with the vortex, and then annihilated silently.
Although it was just a move, Ye Ming and Xie Xiaofeng both felt each other's strength and knew they had met a powerful enemy.
"I didn't expect that you could practice swordsmanship to the point where runes are born and destroyed. It's amazing." Xie Xiaofeng rarely praises others, but today he praised Ye Ming.
Ye Ming said lightly: "You are not bad either. You must have touched the edge of the Yuan Jin Sheng Talisman, right?"
Xie Xiaofeng nodded: "That's right. When I was practicing Ming Jin, I touched the edge of the Yuan Jin Sheng Talisman, but unfortunately I couldn't go deep, so this sword technique is not as perfect as yours. Which step is the basis of Ming Jin, Dark Jin, and Hua Jin? If you can't fight well, your swordsmanship will be defective."
Then his tone changed: "Although you have a good foundation, it's a pity that your level is not as good as mine. Gang Jin is a more powerful level than Yuan Jin. If Yuan Jin is a boy, Gang Jin is a man in his prime. Young people can never beat a man in his prime."
"It depends on who the young man is." Ye Ming said, "I see that you are practicing to the extreme, why don't you let me see it?"
"You are knowledgeable, you actually know that after practicing, you will be rewarded." Xie Xiaofeng smiled, "Okay, I will let you see my skills."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fat body suddenly spun lightly, and violent aura enveloped the entire place, forming a huge suction force. Under this suction, Ye Ming felt that the vitality in his body began to drain towards the vortex.
He was startled, and he stabbed it with a yin-yang cut at dusk. The yin-yang rays cut through the void, and he heard a "Zila" sound, as if something was scratched, and the suction force disappeared.
Ye Ming displayed his sword light for the second time and wandered around the ring, like a phantom whose shape was indistinguishable.
Xie Xiaofeng responded to all changes by remaining unchanged. Ye Ming's sword was so sharp that it frightened him. Now seeing Ye Ming's wonderful footwork, he looked even more incredulous. As a fat man, he naturally would not compete with Ye Ming in lightness skills, so he remained unchanged in response to all changes and kept his sword motionless.
After persisting like this for a quarter of an hour, no matter how patient Xie Xiaofeng was, he still felt a little unhappy and shouted: "Boy, what are you doing?"
"Catch the sword!"
Ye Ming shouted softly, hit the ground with his sword, and heard a dense explosion of "boom boom boom". There were explosions everywhere on the ring, revealing a complex inscription pattern. It turned out that he used the technique of hiding strength to secretly set up a magic circle. At this time, he struck out with a sword and the magic circle was activated.
A white light covered the arena, and Xie Xiaofeng, who looked shocked, was wrapped in it. And Ye Ming fired ninety-nine and eighty-one swords in a row. Every time he fired a sword, the formation became more stable and more powerful.
"Are you convinced?" Ye Ming shouted while carrying his sword.
"Submit? It's just a sword formation, let me break it! God eats the whirlpool, swallow it for me!"
"boom!"
The arena shook, and a huge suction force was generated. The energy in the killing array that Ye Ming had finally set up was suddenly drained away. On the other hand, Xie Xiaofeng's face turned red because he had swallowed Ye Ming's hidden Yuan Jin. With a swing of his sword, dozens of sword rays were shot out, each sword ray was a whirlpool.
Ye Ming cracked them one by one, but he was in a very depressed mood. That trick of eating the whirlpool was so evil, it seemed to swallow all the power. How to break it
An idea flashed in his mind, and he opened his mouth and swallowed a handful of Ren Yuan Dan, which made a crunching sound like eating jelly beans.
Xie Xiaofeng laughed: "Want to use Ren Yuan Dan to replenish Yuan Jin? Childish!"
He roared loudly and released the Heavenly Eater Whirlpool again. The vitality in Ye Ming's body rushed out and continued to drain away.
Ye Ming swallowed Ren Yuan Dan while resisting. In less than a quarter of an hour, he had swallowed hundreds of Ren Yuan Dan. Anyone else would have been unable to bear it, but he had an extraordinary physique and didn't feel any discomfort at all.
On the contrary, Xie Xiaofeng continued to absorb Ye Ming's vitality, and his body seemed to gain weight again.
"No matter how much you can eat, there is a limit, right? I'll kill you!" Ye Ming said viciously, swallowing another handful of Ren Yuan Dan.
Then a strange scene appeared on the ring. One person kept devouring vitality, while the other kept replenishing Ren Yuan Dan. No one would give in. Occasionally, they would strike with a sword or two.
Bei Ming said: "If the master doesn't suppress his power, it will not be difficult to defeat him."
"No need." Ye Ming said, "Even if I only use 60% of my strength, I can still beat him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly launched his killing move, a black and white sword thread, cutting vertically and horizontally to kill the opponent.
Xie Xiaofeng chuckled and easily released the sword energy vortex to break it. But then, a bridge of Yuan Jin suddenly burst out from Ye Ming's body, and he launched his killing moves one after another. Dozens of sword lights actually connected into a killing array, and the power was many times greater.
"What a boy!"
However, Ye Ming was much faster than him. Before the light of his sword rose, the killing formation was already in place. He saw a mass of killing, and the silk was rolling away, covering him in one fell swoop.
Xie Xiaofeng waved his sword helplessly to protect his face. His body was in bad luck. Fat flew everywhere and his skin and flesh turned over. At least two hundred kilograms of fat was crushed by Ye Ming and flowed all over the floor. The smell of oil hit his face. .
"Impressed!"
Xie Xiaofeng was so distraught that he yelled and threw the willow leaf sword to the ground.
Ye Mingfei retreated and said lightly: "If it weren't for this layer of fat, you would be dead."
Xie Xiaofeng was seriously injured. He snorted coldly, activated an escape talisman, and left immediately.
"Ye Mingsheng!"
The scene was completely silent, and things were changing so quickly. Hasn't Ye Ming been taking Renyuan Dan to counter the opponent's Tianchi whirlpool? Why did he unleash his killer move all of a sudden? Only a few people saw that Ye Ming's real purpose of taking Ren Yuan Dan was to replenish his previous consumption, and at the same time let Xie Xiaofeng swallow it to the limit so that he could perform his final killing move.
When the killing move is released, the energy that Xie Xiaofeng can swallow is limited and cannot cause damage to the killing array. Therefore, Ye Ming defeated him with one blow.
Ao Leng walked away with a wave of his sleeves, his face looking horribly ugly, and the people of the Black Dragon Group also left one after another. After losing three games in a row, there is no point in staying.
Wang Yangding and others laughed wildly. After withdrawing the Wuzun coins, they also led Ye Ming and others to leave. Everyone was in a good mood.
It was late at night when we returned to the villa.
Wang Yangding showed the account book to Ye Ming. The current account has a total of 9,808,900 Wuzun coins. After excluding Ye Ming's 800,000 principal, 200,000 interest, and the 200,000 principal raised by others, there are still 800 One hundred and eighty-nine hundred.
Of this money, 20% will be allocated to the four Martial Saints who protect the plate, and 50,000 yuan will be spent on renting the life and death platform. In the end, 6,445,000 Martial Lord Coins will be left. Thirty percent of it belongs to Ye Ming, which is 1,934,000.
As for the remaining 4.51 million, of course it belongs to the Yin Yang Group collectively.
Ye Ming's income, plus the income from the first two games and the capital of 1.01 million, totaled 4.84 million Wuzun coins!
Of course, Yan Ruyu and others also made huge profits. For example, Yan Ruyu earned a total of 1.9 million. Including her capital of 400,000 yuan, her net worth is as high as 2.3 million yuan, making her a wealthy person. Such wealth can often only be possessed by martial-level figures.
Ye Ming and others dispersed after withdrawing their due income. Now that I have just made a lot of money, I naturally cannot go out to be in the limelight. It is better to keep a low profile. Everyone understands this.
Back in the room, Ye Ming grinned and said, "Beiming, am I considered a rich man now?"
Bei Ming struck and said: "Master, don't worry, before the martial arts master, this little money was not enough."
Ye Ming grimaced and said, "Is there any mistake? As you put it, wouldn't the cost of cultivating a descendant from the Divine Land be astronomical?"
"That's natural." Bei Ming said, "Great power is born by piling resources on geniuses. There is no other way. The master doesn't have a backer yet, and most of the time he can only make money with his own hands, so No amount of money is too much.”
Ye Ming shook his head, set up the teleportation array, and entered Chiyang Cave to continue practicing. This practice lasted half a month.
Continuous battles, including the sublimation of martial arts in the legendary stone wall and life-and-death battles in the boxing ring, gave him a deeper understanding of combat.
Half a month later, he said to himself: "Sometimes I want to perform certain moves, but I always feel unable to do so. Why is this?"
Beiming didn't speak, and Ye Ming continued to mutter to himself: "Just because the acupoints in my body are fixed, and if I want to perform certain moves smoothly, I have to change the position of the acupoints. If the acupoints can be changed at any time, my strength It will improve a lot.”
Bei Ming: "Master has finally understood the essence of transformation, which is to adapt the acupoints to martial arts and martial arts. But very few people can do this step, it is too difficult. Although Master understands the essence, But if you want to change your body, you have to practice a lot of martial arts, there is no other way."
Ye Ming sighed and asked, "You won't let me enter the illusion of divine acting again, will you?"
"Exactly. The master still has more than two thousand soul pills, which is enough to support this training." Bei Ming said, "This time in the illusion retreat, the master will practice from the ninth level martial arts skills, step by step, up to the first level. King grade, imperial grade, even holy grade!”