When Ye Zhiqiu saw his daughter being beaten, his aura surged, and the murderous aura approached Ye Wentian.

"Old immortal, I advise you not to cheat!Otherwise, sister, I will be very angry, and the consequences will be very strict!" Teresa held the Coiling Dragon Overlord Gun and smiled demonically again.

"You!" Ye Zhiqiu stared at Teresa, but he didn't dare to really attack, although he was nine levels higher than Teresa, but if he really moved, he was not bound to lose, but to die, and the Divine Martial Spirit was like this.

Ye Wentian stood with his hands in his hands, and said disdainfully: "She committed the foul first, this slap is a punishment for her! I hope you will take it as a warning!" This tone is like an elder teaching a junior, Ye Zhiqiu is trembling angrily.

This is Ip Mantian's purpose, to make the other party angry! People who are crazy and angry are not terrible, but calm people are the most terrible!

Who knew that Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of killing intent in his eyes, and he could hardly feel the fluctuations in his feelings, so he only heard Ye Zhiqiu say indifferently: "Since you want to fight, then you must have a colorful head!" I have an idea, if you lose, hand over the family imperial tool, if I lose, I will leave immediately, and I will never ask for the family imperial tool again in the future." How?"

Ye Wentian didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to calm down, and began to pay attention to the family emperor again, it seems that he is determined to win. After thinking about it, she was about to say yes when Teresa suddenly interrupted.

"No, I don't agree! Xiaotian has to hand over the emperor if he loses, but you lose but you don't lose. This is obviously unfair, you have to come up with an equivalent imperial tool!" Teresa completely put herself in Ip Mantian's camp and began to think about him everywhere.

Teresa thought like this: If he marries me, he will take advantage of me, and if he suffers, I will suffer, so how can she be a marshal?

Ye Zhiqiu's face sank: "What you said is easy, can you get the imperial equipment casually?" You have to understand, the imperial equipment has been lost for thousands of years, and even the next level of equipment has begun to become rare, where do you let me get an imperial tool?"

Of course, Teresa knew that Ye Zhiqiu didn't have an imperial tool, she just dug a pit and waited for him here!

Hearing this, Ye Wentian understood what he said, and said in a tone that had suffered a great loss: "Then so be it, add your daughter to the bet, if you lose, she will be my concubine! ”

"What?" Ye Zhiqiu couldn't believe that Ye Wentian actually dared to hit his daughter's attention.

"Why, you are so unconfident, such a dignified spiritual saint, I don't think that's it!" Ye Wentian showed a look of disdain.

Ye Zhiqiu showed a hint of hideousness: "Okay, just wait to hand over the imperial tool!" On the silver dragon, Ye Xinyi glared at Ye Wentian with hatred, and there was no objection to adding herself to the bet at all, in her opinion, it was impossible for her seventy-ninth level father to lose. When pigs fly!

The two watched each other from a distance of fifteen meters. Ye Zhiqiu saw a lot of ways from the battle of Fang Cai's daughter, and the things in front of this kid were strange, but they were quite powerful.

Ye Wentian was also observing the other party, Ye Zhiqiu was obviously not like Ye Xinyi, although his fist and foot skills were not necessarily stronger than himself, but his physical strength was definitely many times better than himself.

So, what method should be used to break through Ye Zhiqiu's defenses?

After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly swept over the mud pond next to him, where the rain from last night had gathered. A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Wentian's mouth, and he thought of a way to break the enemy.

Under the incredible gaze of everyone, Ye Wentian did not rush forward to attack, but plunged into the mud pond.

I saw the yellow muddy water rolling and splashing, and a figure stirring the entire mud pond like a loach.

Teresa secretly said in her heart: It stinks to death, if you don't wash it a hundred times, you will never touch him, it's a pity that the smell is so tempting.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Ye Wentian jumped out of the mud pond, covered in thick yellow mud, and only his two eyes were blazing, and he rushed towards Ye Zhiqiu like lightning.

Ye Tianzi, who was watching the battle on the side, showed a sudden look: Ye Zhiqiu is a spiritual saint, although he can't use spiritual power, he is still suspected of bullying the small with the big and the weak with the strong. On the other hand, Ip Mantian has no worries. Ye Wentian wrapped himself in yellow mud, no matter how the two fought each other, if Ye Zhiqiu was rubbed a little, he would be able to throw his face to his grandmother's house. Therefore, in order not to get stained with yellow mud, Ye Zhiqiu must be tied, and ten percent of his strength will be cut off by fifty percent.

Looking at it, the battle situation between the two was really as Ye Tianzi expected: Ye Wentian chased and fought wildly, and Ye Zhiqiu moved everywhere. Ye Zhiqiu's body speed is very good, but without using spiritual power, if he wants to attack the other party, he must fight hand-to-hand. However, once it is close to the body, it will inevitably be stained with yellow mud, and getting stained with yellow mud is equivalent to being slapped in the face.

Ye Wentian saw that he hadn't caught up after chasing for a long time, and shouted: "Old thing, stop for me!" Then he buckled a piece of yellow mud from his body, held it into a ball, aimed at Ye Zhiqiu and smashed it hard.

This sudden change of tactics, Ye Zhiqiu was almost hit. Seeing that this trick was effective, Ye Wentian constantly deducted the yellow mud from his body, and shot it out frequently as a cannonball, almost turning into a thousand-armed Guanyin.

There were too many yellow mud shells, and with one mistake, Ye Zhiqiu was shot in the abdomen, although it didn't hurt, it still left a dirty yellow mud mark.

Ye Zhiqiu, who was angry this time, smoked in his seven orifices, so he simply stopped dodging, rushed over against the rain of bullets, and swept with a whip leg. The strength of this leg was too great, and it actually brought out a piercing scream, and the toes condensed the aura like substance.

This kind of aura touched the absolute bone and broken tendons! The eighth-level You Zi Jue was activated, and Ye Wentian dodged back at an extremely fast speed.

"Look where you're hiding this time!" Ye Zhiqiu shouted violently, and suddenly stepped on it with force.

Boom, the whole ground rolled up, spreading outward in circles.

This is a full-range attack, Ye Wentian rubbed his body into a ball, and the eighth-level Royal Character Jue was launched.

The earth and rocks flew out, and although Ye Wentian resisted most of the attacks in time, he still left dozens of blood marks on his body. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the viscera, all of it was skin trauma.

Ye Mantian's body has nowhere to borrow strength in the air, and he can't move for a while.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were vicious, and he immediately seized this moment, caught up and smashed it with a punch, the fist wind screamed, and it was condensing qi into a blade!

If this punch hits, it will definitely open a hole in Ye Wentian's body. Ye Wentian stretched his body in the air, his forehead was bruised, his eyes were shining with a milky white brilliance, and the whole world suddenly slowed down, so slow that he could even see the ripples left by Ye Zhiqiu's fist wind. The eighth-level entanglement technique was activated, and Ye Wentian's arms were like spiritual snakes wrapped around Ye Zhiqiu's forearms. Then the eighth-level Imperial Character Technique was activated, and the entwined arms began to dissolve the opponent's huge power. Then, the eighth-level imaginary word trick, bullet word trick, capture word trick, wrong word trick, and collapse word trick were used continuously, Ye Wentian's body softened like cotton wool, and floated backwards with the opponent's huge strength, and after the opponent's strength weakened, he rebounded with his strength;

The moves are continuous, seamless, and completed almost instantly.

Ye Zhiqiu felt that he had punched in the swamp, sinking deeper and deeper, and he couldn't pull it out.

Bang! A punch hit Ye Zhiqiu's heart.

Ye Wentian felt as if he had hit the elephant's skin, and his fierce strength was dissolved layer by layer.

Ye Zhiqiu snorted, although this punch was not injured, but his heart was in severe pain, this was already an extremely humiliating thing!

"Give me death!" Ye Zhiqiu's iron tongs both hands, grabbed Ye Wentian's neck with one hand, grabbed the belt with the other, and lifted him high, and then the lightning on his knees bounced, and his hands fell, slamming into Ye Wentian's waist.

If you hit this time, you will definitely be paralyzed or die!

"Be merciful, I'll give you the emperor's tool!" Ye Tianzi couldn't help but shout urgently.

Teresa's blue hair was windless and automatic, her fingers flicked wildly, and she was ready to come to the rescue.

At this moment, a low shout came out of Ye Wentian's mouth: "Soft body! Gossip Thirty-two Consecutive Palms!"

I saw Ye Wentian's body twist strangely, and he actually broke free from the opponent's iron tongs, and then used his legs to bring his waist, and his belt arms to spin wildly like a spinning top.

The shadow of the palm is heavy, constantly falling on the same position in Ye Zhiqiu's heart, and each palm is so wonderful, the strength of one palm is not exhausted, and the power of the other palm is immediately replenished, just like the waves of the sea, wave after wave, and finally form a hurricane tsunami.

Thirty-two consecutive palm shadows are superimposed, and it is definitely not as simple as one plus one is greater than two.

Ye Wentian's flying figure stopped, his face was pale, his whole body trembled, his teeth chattered, and his face was drenched in cold sweat. He fell to the ground with a thud and couldn't get up.

Looking at Ye Zhiqiu again, his face was blue and white for a while, pointing at Ye Wentian, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and spewed out a mouthful of blood, Tengteng took three steps back.

"Dad!" Ye Xinyi immediately rushed over and helped Ye Zhiqiu.

Teresa also helped Ye Wentian, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet, and injected strong spiritual power into his body.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and pushed Ye Xinyi away: "I'm fine, I just spit blood...

Moistened by Teresa's spiritual power, Ye Wentian suddenly felt much better, and gasped: "Old thing, which of us do you say won?"

Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fists and glared at Ye Wentian without speaking.

"It's me who won!" Ye Wentian smiled confidently: "The emperor is mine! Your daughter is also mine!"

Ye Zhiqiu's teeth clucked, asking him to admit defeat to a kid who didn't have a trace of spiritual power?

"Old thing, regret it in front of me Teresa, you have to think clearly about the consequences!"

"Xinyi, you stay for the time being! Daddy will pick you up after a while!" Ye Zhiqiu blushed, flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Dad, I don't want to stay here, I don't want to be his concubine!" Ye Xinyi really panicked, kneeling on the ground and crying earth-shatteringly.

Ye Wentian suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha...... Ye Xinyi, Lao Tzu has divorced you now! You get out of here! From now on, you are the woman who has been divorced by me, I see how you get married!"

Teresa burst out laughing, thinking, "This kid is getting more and more his own style!"

Ye Xinyi's crying suddenly stopped, and she was stunned in place and didn't know what to do, what happened today was really twists and turns, twists and turns!

Ye Zhiqiu's body trembled, and he pulled his daughter up and jumped onto the silver dragon, the silver dragon couldn't wait to leave early, and immediately flapped his wings and rushed to the sky.

Ye Wentian shouted loudly with all his strength in the direction where the silver dragon flew away: "Old thing, you wait, at the latest ten years later, I will personally go to the Ye Family's Soul Splitting Sect to cripple you!"

On the back of the silver dragon, Ye Zhiqiu shook obviously......