Chapter 481: Breathing Method

The prince turned his wrist lightly, and walked towards everyone, the corpse qi on his body churned and surged, and with each flip of the corpse qi, the prince's body and appearance changed.

In just a few steps, Wang Ziye's figure has risen to 1.8 meters, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and a solid and uprooted muscles without excess fat. The face has long since become a bloody and square, standard Chinese zigzag face, a pair of deep eyes, a tall and straight nose, a pair of round cheekbones, and a wicked smile next to the mouth.

If the prince in front of him was not a corpse, but a complete person, this appearance alone would make most women fall in favor, especially the rich women, who would have no ability to resist at all.

When Wang Ziye walked towards everyone, Master Zhijue rolled over and got up from the ground, in fact, those few blows just now did not hurt Master Zhijue at all.

Except for the one that scratched his head, that one really hurt Master Zhijue.

I saw that Master Zhijue's face had five obvious black and cyan fingerprints, and if you looked closely, you could find that there were obvious nail marks in these five fingerprints.

"Master, your ...... Face ......," Zhang Yi pointed to Master Zhijue's face and said intermittently.

"I know!" Master Zhijue said lightly: "He caught it."

After the battle of the Buddha body, how strong the physical strength can be, Zhang Yi has witnessed it with his own eyes. At the beginning, because Zifeng Daoist was injured by the ghost king, he was ambushed by others, and was seriously injured and near death. Zhang Yi, when Wang Fan and Yan Bo came to do something, Zhang Yi saw with his own eyes that the bullet hit Wang Fan's body and could only leave a red mark, and even the skin could not be broken.

Moreover, Wang Fan only opened the first stage of the Battle Buddha Body at that time, but now that Master Zhijue opened the second stage of the Battle Buddha Body, he was still scratched out of the wound.

Also, the resistance of cultivators to evil qi is much higher than that of ordinary people, and the higher the cultivation, the stronger the resistance, otherwise, with cultivators who frequently go in and out of places with evil spirits, I don't know how many times they will hit the street.

This is the relationship between why cultivators want to practice qi, one is to perform Taoist skills and increase cultivation, and the other is to resist the invasion of evil qi. And now that even people like Master Zhijue have been invaded by corpse qi, one can imagine what kind of domineering corpse qi Wang Ziye has become.

"Then do you want to ......" Zhang Yi looked at the blue wound and moved his lips and said.

"No need, I have a way!" Master Zhijue's eyes were staring at Wang Ziye who was stepping forward, and he bit and snorted, and his temples bulged violently, and a trace of blood spurted out of the wound of the five fingerprints at the same time.

The big guy is the big guy, and the methods of forcing out the corpse are different from ordinary people!

"Master!" At this time, Wang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked to Master Zhijue's side, looking at Wang Ziye with a resolute expression.

Although the second order of Wang Fan's battle Buddha body had already dissipated at this time, the first order was still open, but it seemed that it would not last long.

Master Zhijue just replied lightly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and strode forward again.

Wang Fan clenched his fists, his knuckles made a crisp sound of "crackling", and he also walked up side by side with Master Zhijue.

"It seems like it's been a long time since you've used the breathing method I taught you!" Master Zhijue said to Wang Fan as he walked towards Wang Ziye.

Wang Fan paused, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face.

"Use it!" Master Zhijue said lightly.

When the words fell, Master Zhijue took a deep breath, his chest expanded slightly, and after inhaling, Master Zhijue immediately spit it out quickly, and his chest changed back to its original state. Then he continued to take a deep breath and spit it out quickly, his chest rising and shrinking again. After repeating this a few times, Master Zhijue's chest kept rising and falling, and the faster it became, it was almost like an engine.

With such a violent movement in his chest, Master Zhijue's body gradually changed. The surface of the body became more and more red, and the blood vessels bulged up one by one, covering the whole body.

After Master Zhijue had this kind of change, Wang Fan's body also had this kind of change, but Wang Fan's change was slightly better than Master Zhijue, at least his whole body was not as red as Master Zhijue, and his blood vessels were not as obvious as Master Zhijue's.

"Well!! This breathing method ...... "Wang Ziye stopped his body, looked at the two masters and apprentices who had changed with interest, and said leisurely: "It seems that you really want to kill me here!"

"You...... Say...... What about ......" Wang Fan looked at Wang Ziye angrily, and every word he spit out was accompanied by the sound of violent breathing.

"Oh......" Wang Ziye tilted his head and looked at Wang Fan defiantly.

As soon as Wang Ziye spoke, Wang Fan punched Wang Ziye in the stomach, making Wang Ziye bow his waist.

"Boom!" Suddenly, Master Zhijue slammed an elbow on the back of Wang Ziye's head, knocking Wang Ziye down.

"Heh......" Wang Fan took a wild breath, raised his leg and hit the bridge of Wang Ziye's nose with a move, and knocked Wang Ziye up.

Immediately afterwards, Master Zhijue let out a deep breath and punched Wang Ziye's face with a straight fist.

Wang Ziye's body was unstable and he took two steps back, and just stabilized his body. Master Zhijue and Wang Fan kicked out at the same time, and both of them kicked Wang Ziye's chest at the same time, kicking Wang Ziye away.

The prince fell heavily to the ground in the night, turned over and got up, stared at the two masters and apprentices in front of him viciously, and said murderously: "You ......"

As soon as he spit out two words, Wang Fan and Master Zhijue approached Wang Ziye's side. Without too much nonsense, Wang Fan threw a side kick at Wang Ziye's neck, tilting Wang Ziye's figure to the side.

Master Zhijue immediately struck a right hook on Wang Ziye's temple, and knocked Wang Ziye's figure back.

Wang Ziye didn't have the slightest chance to breathe, so Wang Fan hugged Wang Ziye's waist with both hands, lifted it up and down, and put Wang Ziye on the ground.

"You ......" Wang Ziye stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Fan who was pressing on him, but as soon as his five fingers became claws, Wang Fan rolled over and rolled off Wang Ziye's body.

And at that moment, Wang Ziye was grabbed by Master Zhijue's feet and thrown up naked, and smashed head-down to the ground.

Wang Fan and Master Zhijue have a flawless cooperation, without the slightest loophole, the prince who hit the night has no power to fight back, whenever the prince wants to make a move or want to block someone's attack, the other person will break the prince night's attack in time and suppress it again.