This punch is the fourth of the eight styles in Beiyuan, Qianzhong Mountain.

Due to the lack of realm, Shi Zhiyi had never practiced this style before, but the key to the Beiyuan Eight Style boxing technique that the old man Fu Linyue gave him with the Lingxi Yin Du was clearly imprinted in his mind, and when he was idle, he didn't know how many times he had secretly figured it out.

His current realm is still not enough for him to use this style, but, like Da Xi Zhiyu, Shi Zhiyi's hole card at the bottom of the box is also Tayaotai.

Ignoring the restrictions of the bottleneck of cultivation, using his own beliefs as a bridge, borrowing the supreme secret of realm and ability from his future self, stepping on Yaotai!

As the realm crossed the threshold of the cold window, Shi Zhiyi felt that the true element in his body, which was originally rushing like a river, instantly became condensed, as if it had been compressed several times, and turned into a heavy and condensed liquid like mercury.

These compressed true elements flowed along a meridian line that Shi Zhiyi had long memorized, and finally converged on his right fist, violently jumping and impacting in the slender meridians of his right hand, as if locked in a cage, a long-suppressed beast.

The punch is silent, but it is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Penetrated the endless rain of swords, penetrated the distance between him and his opponent, and instantly arrived in front of Da Xi Zhiyu.

Da Xi Zhiyu swung a True Yuan with his left hand, trying to block the menacing punch, but it didn't have any effect.

The fist was like a mountain, and it slammed heavily on Da Xi Zhiyu's chest, the heart guard made of the scales of the dragon's white dust.

This heart shield can resist the true yuan attack of any martial artist below the sainthood, although Shi Zhiyi's punch is extremely powerful, it is impossible to exaggerate to exceed the attack strength of the saint powerhouse. However, the style of Qianju Mountain did not rely on the sharpness and sharpness of the true element to tear or cut through the opponent's defense.

The heavy fist like a mountain peak smashed on the dragon scale heart guard, and together with this heart guard, it smashed heavily on Da Xi Zhiyu's chest.

Da Xi Zhiyu first heard the sound of his sternum and ribs breaking, and then felt a heart-rending pain in his chest, a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, turning into a blood-colored plum blossom in midair.

After Da Xi learned Yu's punch, the originally airtight sword array instantly fell apart, revealing the two people fighting in the ring. At this moment, Shi Zhiyi's body already had an extra dark black full-body armor, wrapping his arms, legs and torso tightly. A strange sheen flowed through the armor, making it look as if it was alive and extraordinary.

This full-body armor is naturally also a treasure in Shi Zhiyi's space ring, called the Holy Dragon Armor, which is made of the back neck skin of a fifty-thousand-year-old divine beast black dragon with the strongest defense, and its defense is so strong that it is several grades higher than the scales of the giant dragon Baichen.

Shi Zhiyi didn't want people to know the fact that the defense of his skin was comparable to that of a foreign beast, although the human race knew very little about the barbarian king's trick of the Jing Barbarian clan, but the royal Yu family and the Jing Barbarian clan had been fighting each other for tens of thousands of years, and it was not excluded that someone on the scene would find out that he was carrying the barbarian king's trick from the clues he showed, and then dig out the close relationship between him and the Jing Barbarian clan. Therefore, Shi Zhiyi had no choice but to take out this set of holy dragon armor from the space ring to hide people's eyes.

When he left Yunqi City, his father Shi Huaichuan once told him that when he went south to practice, he should rely as little as possible on foreign objects, so that he could comprehend the true meaning of martial arts again and again at the time of life and death, and constantly break through. Therefore, in the past two years, no matter how dangerous the situation, Shi Zhiyi has never touched the idea of using this set of holy dragon armor, until today.

"Another artifact!" Prince Rui, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, immediately noticed this set of full-body armor on Shi Zhiyi's body, although he didn't know where it came from, but with his divine thoughts, he could easily judge that this was an artifact.

"First Yingyue, then Qingshao, and now there is one more protective artifact, this Shi Huaichuan, he really cares about his only son!" Compared with the blade, the number of protective artifacts in existence is less, especially the full-body armor, according to Prince Rui's estimate, the artifact-level full-body armor owned by all the forces of the human race is probably only five fingers.

In addition to Prince Rui, tens of thousands of other people outside the arena are concerned about the situation in the ring at this time. After being hit in the chest, his limbs, arms, and abdomen were also hit hard, and he had fallen in a pool of blood at this time, and he had no strength to fight again, and on the other side, Shi Zhiyi stood proudly, like a spear piercing the sky, obviously the final winner of this final.

Feeling the killing intent coming from the sword array just now, Shi Zhiyi's Qianzhong Mountain naturally didn't have any hands, and in his current state, half of his body was broken, and he almost only had half a life left.

Even though the injuries on his body could be treated with a saint-level elixir, the trauma caused by this defeat to Da Xi Zhiyu's martial arts heart was by no means something that could be made up for overnight. Under the witness of tens of thousands of people, Da Xi Zhiyu, who had an advantage in age and realm, was forced to use Tayao Tai, but in the end he was still defeated, and this damage to confidence was hundreds of times more serious than the damage to his body.

A white-haired old man rushed into the ring, poured out a crystal clear elixir from a jade bottle and gave it to Da Xi Zhiyu, the latter's face, which was originally pale due to excessive blood loss, instantly appeared a touch of blood, and then, he actually stood up alone with his support on the ground. Obviously, this is also a saint-level pill similar to Shi Zhiyi's Purple Divine Show Pill, which can have such a miraculous effect in a short period of time.

Zhang Xuancheng, the deputy commander of the imperial guards as a referee, stepped into the ring, took a deep look at Shi Zhiyi, and announced: "The winner of this final is Shi Zhiyi from Yunqi City!"

Although everyone had already witnessed the results of the battle, when they heard the verdict made by Zhang Xuancheng on behalf of the official, there was still an uproar.

This eighteen-year-old boy passed all the way and defeated the two most promising contestants of this year's Spring Festival Conference - Yunsheng of Yuezhu Linhai and Daxi Zhiyu of the Daxi family, and incredibly became the final winner.

In today's battle, he set a new record for the youngest laurel winner since the establishment of the Lanchun Conference, and before that, the owner of this record was his father Shi Huaichuan.

Thirty years ago, Shi Huaichuan was only twenty-one years old when he won the championship, which was already considered an impossible record to be broken; thirty years later, Shi Zhiyi, who broke his father's record with his own hands, was three years younger than Shi Huaichuan back then!

But Shi Zhiyi was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to the fact that he had broken his father's record, and at this moment, he only had one thing in mind: "Dad, my promise to you has finally come true!"