Ye Feng was a little surprised when it was revealed that he was using telekinesis. It seemed that this thin old man was also a master of telekinesis.
Psychological attack, this has always been Ye Feng's secret attack method that has been tried and tested many times.
Except for Mr. Mo Da, very few people know about it.
Ye Feng Ye Feng looked at the skinny old man and sensed the surging internal force in his body. This old guy was at least in the middle stage of the Xiantian realm.
Ye Feng also felt that the opponent's internal energy was all concentrated in his dantian and was not circulating in his meridians, so he could not fully confirm his true strength.
This old man is obviously deliberately hiding his strength.
Ye Feng said with a teasing smile: "You are so boring. There is a saying that you don't tell the truth when you see through it. If you insist on saying it, it won't be fun."
The skinny old man said with a cold expression: "Boy, you killed four of my apprentices and still want me to play with you. How can I feel like this?"
Ye Feng smiled evilly and said: "Old man, you said you were right and I killed them with my telekinesis, but you are wrong. I not only killed four of your apprentices, but also three others in the wood factory. By the way, there was also one named Chen Is that guy your apprentice?"
Ye Feng's words were like steel needles. Each sentence stung the skinny old man's nerves greatly. His eyes became sharper and his expression was almost crazy: "They, you killed them all?"
Looking like he was thinking hard, Ye Feng counted his fingers awkwardly, and then smiled proudly as if he had solved a big problem: "The three from the wood factory, plus Chen Wu and his apprentice, and these Four guys, haha, thin old man, nine disciples of your Tian Fist Sect died in my hands."
Tianquan Sect is a small ancient martial arts sect, with only a few dozen disciples in several generations. The thin old man only accepted ten disciples in his lifetime, and Ye Feng killed nine of them in one fell swoop. This was even more uncomfortable than killing him directly.
The thin old man was so angry that he shouted: "Wow, wow, wow, boy, what grudge do I have against you? You actually killed all my disciples. If I don't cut you into pieces today, I can't understand the hatred in my heart."
Ye Feng sneered, and his mental power came up again. The invisible mental power surged past silently, but when it came to the skinny old man, it disappeared like a cow in mud and a sea of mud.
A look of shock flashed across Ye Feng's face. Since entering the realm of the God of Medicine's Heart Sutra and the knowledge of destiny among people and doctors, coupled with the blood inheritance of the ancient gods, his power has become stronger and stronger. He can even control the other party's mind and confuse people's hearts.
Even Mr. Mo Da, the leader of the Fangcun Mountain sect at the peak of the innate realm, could not resist this kind of telepathy, but this thin old man was almost immune to his own telepathy.
The thin old man showed a sinister sneer: "Your mind can control my apprentices and make them kill each other, but you can't control me."
Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat and he felt that the thin old man had undergone some changes, changes that were invisible to the naked eye.
The divine eye of Zhiming observed secretly, and then he discovered that a faint blue light was glowing all over the skinny old man's body, slowly flowing around.
The veins in the thin old man's skinny hands suddenly swelled several times, and the layer of green light outside the wrinkled skin was obviously extremely strange.
Not only did his fists expand several times, but even the bones of his body swelled.
The crooked hunched back became straight, and his eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent, as if he had transformed from a dying old man into a strong man full of vitality in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Ye Feng accurately saw that the old man's cultivation had reached the peak of ancient martial arts.
The old man's fists alternated, like a pair of dancing sledgehammers, hitting Ye Feng with the strong wind.
Ye Feng could see clearly that this was the most essential trick in Tianluo Fist, the Nine-turn Tianluo.
The most profound realm of Jiuzhuan Tianluo hides nine changes, creating different potentials from nine directions.
Layer after layer, continuous and endless potential.
The Nine-turn Tianluo is somewhat similar to the surge of Taihuang's Four Strikes. It even transports power from nine different directions, which is more subtle than the Nine-Level Surge.
Baldhead, Chen Wu and Chen Wu have both used such moves, but their cultivation levels are different, and the power of the same move is completely different.
Baldhead and Chen Wu were like a child wielding a big hammer that they could not bear. On the surface, it was very powerful and very scary, but in fact, it was unable to exert the nine levels of skill in the Nine-turn Tianluo.
Not only was he unable to display his essence, but he was hampered by it, making his movements clumsy and full of flaws.
In the hands of this thin old man, the Nine Turns Heavenly Luo exerted its maximum power, and continuous energy surged in from nine directions.
Ye Feng was secretly amazed, feeling that there was surging dark energy from all directions.
To others, this exquisite move may seem unpredictable and difficult to resist. Even if it were Mo Dazai, he would still have to be careful and not take it lightly.
But for Ye Feng, who has studied the four movements of the Emperor of Tai, no matter how sophisticated the Nine Turns Heavenly Law is, it is more than enough to deal with it.
It's not that the Four Strikes of the Emperor are more sophisticated and complex than the Nine Turns Tianluo, but that the Four Strikes of the Emperor are very suitable for the bloodline of the ancient protoss like Ye Feng, and can best stimulate Ye Feng's potential.
The Four Strikes of the Tai Huang were created by the Tai Huang of the Ancient God Clan. Compared with more combat skills in the world, they can best inspire the power of the blood of the Ancient God Clan.
Although there are only four moves of Tai Huang's Four Strikes, they are the root of all combat skills in the world. It is not only a move, but also the most basic combat skill, the origin and essence of martial arts.
It does not have any fixed form. In the recent battle, Ye Feng gradually understood from the surge to the third, sixth and ninth levels of the surge.
The surge of Tai Huang's Four Styles is not a single move, but an unpredictable and never-still movement. It is a kind of martial arts thought that can be understood and innovative, and a state of mind.
It can deduce ever-changing moves from one action, one level, two levels, hundreds of thousands of levels, endless. The biggest advantage is that it can fully bring out the divine power in the blood of the ancient gods.
It is like a paintbrush that allows Ye Feng to imagine different moves at different times, in different places, and in different moods. It is a line that never has a fixed pattern or boundaries.
No matter how exquisite the Nine Turns Heavenly Luo is, in the eyes of Ye Fengzhimingshen, it is still a series of fixed lines and limited moves, so it is obviously inferior to the Taihuang Four Strikes.
This kind of understanding is something that ordinary ancient warriors cannot understand. Only the demigod Ye Feng can understand it.
Seeing the incoming fist turning into nine fist shadows in different directions, Ye Feng was a little excited, like a child who unexpectedly captured the highlights of life from the ordinary nature.
When the surge of my Tai Huang's four attacks is unleashing its continuous potential, why can't I change the angle of attack
(End of chapter)