Qi Ming said gloomily: "I know that you have the Martial Arts Throne and are very powerful. However, after all, you are only a Martial Saint, and a Martial Saint with the rank of Great Saint. I have been a Martial God for more than a hundred years, condensed artifacts, and participated in After understanding the divine skills and refining the puppets, do you really think you can defeat me?"
"You won't know until you fight whether you can win or not." Ye Ming's mood was very peaceful. It seemed that he was not facing a martial arts master, but an ordinary person who could not harm him at all.
Behind Qi Ming, a majestic shadow suddenly appeared, as tall as a mountain, a hundred meters high. Ye Ming was as small as an ant in front of it. The shadow was so big that people nearby couldn't see clearly what it looked like. Just like looking at a mountain, if you are too close to the mountain, you will not be able to see the entire mountain. However, people in the distance can see what the shadow is. The shadow projected by Qi Ming turned out to be a huge gibbon. The giant ape's eyes shot out white light, its nose blew purple smoke, and when it opened its mouth to breathe, a strong wind arose on the flat ground, causing sand and rocks to fly.
People were blinded by the strong wind, and many people looked at the giant ape in horror. Their intuitive feeling was that it was impossible for the tiny Ye Ming to defeat the powerful giant ape. This was obvious.
The giant ape shook his right arm, and in his hand there was a treasured mace, with thousands of divine lights and thousands of murderous auras. The treasure is Qi Ming's artifact, and the giant ape is his divine form! As soon as the divine form appeared, the mountains and rivers were pale, and the terrifying pressure enveloped the whole place. Ye Ming was like a leaf in the big waves, incomparably thin amidst this overwhelming momentum.
"Qi Ming's divine form is actually so powerful. Gibbon should be in the top 300 of the divine form rankings, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a strong momentum. And look at the treasure he holds in his divine form, the ranking of this artifact It should be higher, it should be able to enter the top 100 of the artifact list!" The Martial God who was watching the battle analyzed, and the people around him nodded.
"You're right. This Gibbon ranks 19th on the God of Forms list, and the Earth Splitting Mace ranks 9th on the list of divine weapons. If Qi Ming's divine form wasn't a little worse, he would have already entered the top 10 of the Martial Gods list. . But even so, if he can step into the second level of the Martial God, he will not be much weaker than the top ten people. This Ye Ming is probably going to be finished, he should not be able to sustain even one move. "
"That's natural. The divine form is the divine form. Even the weakest divine form is stronger than the Nascent Soul. Not to mention, this divine form is not weak, and it has also refined a divine weapon." Another Martial God said. As Martial Gods, they naturally knew how terrifying the divine form and artifacts were, so no one thought highly of Ye Ming and felt that he was going to die today.
There were many big shots in the audience near the Martial God Stage. Lei Wancheng, the master of Wanzhi Hall, half-squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Ming on the Martial God Stage for a moment. Not far away, an old man held a purple gourd and kept pouring wine into his mouth. He coughed twice from time to time. It was not clear whether he was choking or had a physical problem.
"Mr. Gu, who do you think can win among these two?" Lei Wancheng turned slightly sideways and politely asked the old man who was drinking.
The old man has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He coughed twice and said, "If this kid can defeat Qi Ming, he will definitely have a place in the top ten of the Martial God List."
Lei Wancheng smiled "haha": "It seems that Mr. Gu is more optimistic about him."
"The Martial Arts Throne is no small matter. If he can't even enter the top ten of the Martial God List, that would be abnormal." The old man said lightly, "However, this battle involves a lot of things. If he wants to win, it will be very difficult."
Lei Wanzhen asked for a long time in vain. He turned around and continued to pay attention to Ye Ming. Behind the old man, a plainly dressed middle-aged man smiled. If Ye Ming sees him, he will definitely recognize him as his master Yi Xiantian. The master and apprentice have not seen each other for a long time. I don’t know how he appeared here.
Next to Yi Xiantian, there was another person sitting, wearing a purple robe and a golden crown, it was the Emperor Xiong. Dixiong had been observing Ye Ming, and he said lightly: "Why does Brother Yi have to come here to watch the battle?"
Yi Xiantian suppressed his smile and said coldly: "He is my apprentice, so naturally I want to come and see him."
Dixiong: "Brother Yi has good eyesight. This boy once challenged my will to take a photo at Dongqi College, and at that moment, I seemed to see the crisis, so I immediately erased the photo to avoid any involvement with him."
Yi Xiantian sneered: "When your mind moves, cause and effect will happen, and you can't avoid some causes and effects."
Dixiong: "That's right. You are his master and my guest. There is already a cause and effect between us." At this point, he suddenly waved his hand. A person behind him suddenly stood up and shouted: "People on the stage, look here!"
Ye Ming was feeling Qi Ming's divine form. Hearing this, he suddenly turned his head and saw Master Yi Xiantian. Yi Xiantian's expression was cold and he didn't give him the slightest smile. He was so happy that he ignored the chorus and immediately stepped down to pay his respects. But at this moment, Qi Ming's divine form roared, shaking the earth, and the mace crashed down with a "bang".
A strange scene happened. The mace fell down and became smaller rapidly. However, the smaller magic weapon became more and more powerful and murderous, and it had already locked onto Ye Ming's aura.
"boom!"
The mace is like a star falling from the sky, with extremely fast speed and great power. In the end, it turned out to be as big as the tip of a needle, piercing Ye Ming's eyebrows as fast as lightning.
"call out!"
Ye Ming's eyes were shining brightly, and a thin needle was blocked in front of him, hitting the treasure that had shrunk into a needle. This needle was transformed from the Ruyi Stick and was obtained from the ear of Emperor Xingtian. It is a treasure. Needle-to-needle, the artifact and the wishful stick collided fiercely, bursting out a ball of black light, forming a small vortex as big as a palm. In that vortex, there is endless turbulence of time and space, full of terrifying atmosphere.
The mace flew away, but Ye Ming's men had jumped off the stage and appeared in front of Yi Xiantian. They bowed respectfully and said happily: "Master!"
However, as soon as he called out, Yi Xiantian slapped him on the face and said angrily: "Bastard! Do you still have the nerve to call me master?"
Ye Ming was stunned. He looked at Yi Xiantian's eyes full of anger, and suddenly his heart moved. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Disciple realizes his mistake!"
"You know your mistake? Huh! You have joined the Immortal Temple for the sake of your future. It is impossible for me to forgive you as a teacher! From now on, there will be nothing between you and me. You are no longer my disciple, and I am no longer yours. Master, please come back!" Yi Xiantian said coldly.
Although Ye Ming knew there must be something inside, his heart still hurt. He respected Yi Xiantian very much and regarded him as his father. What made Master react like this
"Master!" He suddenly raised his head and glanced at Di Xiong.
"Let's go!" Yi Xiantian waved his hand, and a strong force came, but he gently pushed him to the Martial God Stage. Just by relying on the opponent's hand, Ye Ming could tell that the updated cultivation level had entered the realm of immortality. From the Martial Saint to the Fatian Realm, and then to the Long March Realm, Yi Xiantian took a very short time, which shows what a genius he is.
Ye Ming looked over blankly and saw Yi Xiantian's hair swaying gently in the breeze. If it were other people, they would definitely not be able to see the mystery. However, the relationship between the two is master and apprentice, and Ye Ming can see the mystery. This method of conveying information through spaced shaking or sound is Yi Xiantian's original creation, and it is called the "Jianxun Technique".
As for this quick technique, Ye Ming just learned it because it was fun. And in the whole world, except for him and Yi Xiantian, no one else knew the secret. He stared at Yi Xiantian's hair, suddenly knelt down again, and said, "Master! Are you really unwilling to forgive me?"
Although he was asking questions, his eyes were still staring at Yi Xiantian's hair.
Yi Xiantian said to him silently: "My disciple Ye Ming is in danger as a teacher. I can't recognize you, and I feel wronged to you. If you communicate with your teacher next time, don't mention anyone's name. Then People are so powerful. Whenever you think of him, he will know it; whenever you mention his typo, he will also feel it."
Ye Ming was surprised, who is it? But he really didn't dare think of anyone else's name. Immediately, his hair swayed gently in the breeze, and he asked silently: "Master, why?"
"Don't ask, just do what my teacher said! First, after defeating Qi Ming, immediately join the Seven Kills Hall! Second, you are not allowed to open another hall, let alone become an enemy of the three halls! Third, after seven days, You go to the 'Yellow Spring Pond' and try to hide your traces. Remember, no matter what you see, you are not allowed to move or take action, and you must not expose yourself."
"Master..." Ye Ming wanted to ask again, but Yi Xiantian stopped communicating.
At this moment, he was full of doubts and even a little scared. The master was a person in the immortal realm. Who could make him so desperate? What is the purpose of Master letting him go to Huangquan Pool? Where is Huangquanchi
However, he had no time to think too much because Qi Ming had already taken action for the second time. His attack just now was actually blocked by Ye Ming, and he was extremely surprised. He couldn't figure out how the other party broke his divine power? In the Martial Saint stage, the Nascent Soul is condensed, and the strength of the body and the power of the Soul are combined into one, forming a powerful Nascent Soul power.
But when you reach the stage of the Martial God, you can condense the divine form. The characteristic of the divine form is that you can imprint divine taboos and formation patterns on your body, thus possessing terrifying power beyond your own body. Divine weapons and magical skills are manifestations of divine prohibition.
Yi Xiantian's experience made Ye Ming full of grief and anger. He had a bad feeling that the master might be in trouble! This grief and anger transformed into a terrifying aura that suddenly burst out. First, twelve circles of divine light rose into the sky. In the heavy divine light, the martial arts throne reappeared, making countless martial gods present want to surrender.
On the throne, Ye Ming Yuanying sat upright. The Nascent Soul of the Great Saint has matured, and his appearance is the same as Ye Ming. He is as majestic as an emperor, like the sky and the sea, majestic and solemn.
Qi Ming's divine form waved the mace for the second time and swept it hard at Ye Ming Yuanying. The black light flowed on the mace, and there was an aura that corroded all things.
"The Great Sealing Hand!" someone with knowledge shouted, "Qi Ming's famous magical skill! When used in conjunction with the divine weapon, even people on the Martial God List would not dare to tease him lightly!"
Ye Ming Yuanying's expression was indifferent, and he just waved his fist slowly and sealed it. With one punch, the space collapses. It is a very simple move, but it has great power, because this is one of the inheritances of the human ancestors, the Heaven-Collapse Fist!