Although he is an arrogant young man who is too ambitious, but Yang Di's identity as the alternate guest elder of Tianxiu Mountain is not trivial, even if Wu Qianjue has regarded Yang Di as a rival in love at this moment, he does not dare to hurt Yang Di, but embarrassing Yang Di and hitting Yang Di is what he wants to do at the moment.

Wu Qianjue showed a faint smile on his face and stretched out his hands to Yang Di, "Elder Yang is so young, but he is already the alternate Elder of Tianxiu Mountain, it really makes our younger generation have a good relationship." I am Wu Qianjue from western Yunnan, and I am also a small achievement in martial arts, and my friends in martial arts give me face and give me a name: Ben Thunder Hand. We are all young heroes, and we should be close to each other. ”

In Wu Qianjue's eyes, Yang Di is just a martial artist with little inner strength, Yang Di can't afford to stretch out a finger by himself, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to take the opportunity of shaking hands and secretly make Yang Di suffer a little, a person like Yang Di, Wu Qianjue would not take care of him at all, let alone shake hands with him.

Yang Di had spent five thousand years in that world of cultivating immortals, what had he not experienced? Wu Qianjue's careful thinking could hide from his eyes, for such a young man with a little strength, he was arrogant to the limit, Yang Di, the former Demon Venerable, of course did not care about his interest.

Yang Di glanced at Wu Qianjue coldly, turned around and left, to be honest, a beauty like Chen Yirong, Yang Di is not much interested in socializing more at present, for a person like Wu Qianjue who is obviously hostile to him, Yang Di naturally will not waste much energy to be false and wronged.

Facing Yang Di's indifferent and lonely back, Wu Qianjue's smile froze on his handsome face, while his outstretched hands froze in mid-air, trembling slightly with anger.

Wu Qian was born in a martial arts family, he was young, he was already a peak martial artist of his peers, no matter where he was, what he heard was the praise and reverence of others for him, even if he arrived in the capital, many wealthy families in the capital, no one dared to underestimate him in the slightest, even Ouyang Xingkong, the first master of the young generation in the capital, also looked at him differently.

Today, in a small place like Qingyang Town, he was so ignored by a martial artist with a small internal strength, which immediately aroused Wu Qianjue's anger, and under the anger, Wu Qianjue also forgot Yang Di's identity as an alternate guest elder of Tianxiu Mountain, and at this moment he had only one thought, that is, to kill this young man who was more arrogant than himself!

Wu Qianjue's eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out a dangerous light.

Chen Yirong was secretly surprised, knowing that this was Wu Qianjue's sign move before he was about to make a killer, and she was about to stop Wu Qianjue, although she didn't have a great impression of Yang Di, but after all, he was the alternate guest elder of the sect, and she didn't want to see Yang Di hurt yet.

However, Wu Qianjue's martial arts are more clever than Chen Yirong, and from his name as a thunder player, it can be known that he is a master of speed, and Chen Yirong has no time to stop him.

Wu Qianjue burst into a loud shout, his body was already like a cannonball shooting out on the ground, and the wind on the ground suddenly surged, tearing the soil layer apart, and his body was full of energy, and there was a tearing explosion in the air.

Wu Qianjue's fist wrapped the colorless qi, carrying a long trace, and slammed into Yang Di's back.

Chen Yirong was shocked: How could "Elder Yang", who is just in the realm of internal strength, be able to resist such a powerful blow, I am afraid that I will die on the spot, and the best ending can only be lifelong disability!

"Bang!", a golden and iron symphony resounded throughout the audience, deafening everyone present.

Wu Qianjue, who attacked Yang Di, was stunned at the moment, looking at Yang Di with a deep look of disbelief in his eyes.

When Wu Qianjue's fist reached a distance of an inch from Yang Di's back, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, unable to advance an inch, and Wu Qianjue's entire arm was completely numb due to the shock of strength, and the qi and blood in his body were churning around.

"Condensation?"

Wu Qianjue and Chen Yirong exclaimed at the same time, full of shock at what was happening in front of them.

Condensing Qi into Gang, this is a realm that only a Sect Master of Transformation can achieve.

When the martial arts enter the transformation of strength, the internal force in the body will be transformed into a more refined true qi, which is why many martial artists at the peak of the internal strength are blocked from the threshold of the transformation strength grandmaster and cannot enter.

As long as you can enter the realm of transformation, the true qi is self-contained, and the true qi can be condensed to form a protective circle outside the body surface, which is extremely mysterious and powerful.

Wu Qianjue was completely stunned, and he only now understood what kind of character he was provoking.

Every Transforming Strength Grandmaster can be said to be a generation of Grandmasters, who can start a mountain and establish a sect.

Yang Di turned around slowly, and looked at Wu Qianjue with a cold gaze like substance,

A chill swelled in Wu Qianjue's heart. The Transforming Strength Sect Master is not to be humiliated, his majesty is inviolable, if Yang Di makes a move here to kill him, even if his Wu family's power is monstrous, I am afraid there is no way to deal with Yang Di.

Every Transforming Grandmaster is a figure with hands and eyes, and it is difficult to catch or even kill him.

Chen Yirong's eyes glowed, and she carefully looked at Yang Di from head to toe, she never thought that Yang Di would be a strong person at the level of a Transforming Strength Grandmaster.

"At the age of twenty-four or five, he is a Sect Master of Transformation Strength, such a talent is definitely rare in a hundred years, at least the first person I have seen so far!"

Chen Yirong's heart was shocked inexplicably, she herself was a genius in martial arts, but compared to Yang Di, her talent was nothing at all.

Thinking that Yang Di was still so young and there was still countless room for growth, a chill surged in her heart, but at the same time, she raised expectations for Yang Di's future.

Wu Qianjue had already retreated, he didn't hesitate at all, and bowed directly to Yang Di and said, "Qianjue doesn't know that Sect Master Huajin is here, it's really rude, and I ask Grandmaster to forgive me for my indiscretion and offense." ”

The arrogance in Wu Qianjue's heart was gone at this moment, he could face the pride of others, but in the face of a Transformation Strength Sect Master, he didn't dare to be the slightest presumptuous.

Wu Qianjue is also a martial artist, so he understands the horror of the Huajin Grandmaster, and this is still a young Huajin Grandmaster who is only twenty-four or five years old, and his future achievements are limitless.

Wu Qianjue was covered in cold sweat all over his body, and under the fright, a sense of frustration rose from the depths of his heart.

Wu Qianjue asked himself that his talent was superb, and he was already a peak martial artist at the age of twenty, but he, the so-called martial genius, compared to Yang Di, was a difference between cloud and mud.

Wu Qianjue noticed that Chen Yirong's beautiful eyes behind him were quite bright, and he didn't feel good in his heart.

Such a young and handsome Transforming Strength Grandmaster, it is definitely the object of admiration of thousands of beauties.

Yang Di put away the body protection ring, he glanced at Jiang Qianjue, turned around and left directly, without even saying a word.

Wu Qianjue was very angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak.

Yang Di's performance obviously let him go, but this is also an alternative kind of ignorance, which shows that he Wu Qianjue is not even qualified to let Yang Di take a look.

"Is this the power of the Transforming Strength Grandmaster?", looking at Yang Di's distant back, Chen Yirong's eyes almost popped up with little stars.