Chapter 8 Ye Ming VS Yan Wu

In the Ten Thousand Demon Cave of the Practice Tower, Ye Ming held the handle of the knife in his hand, brewed his knife intent, captured the trace of the qi of the shot, a wolf the size of a calf, staring at Ye Ming to death, and could pounce at any time.

With a choking sound, a wolf's head was cut off, and only then did I see Ye Ming's action of closing the knife.

Raising his true qi, his body burst and rushed into the wolves

Roar, hey, Ye Ming was covered in blood, stepping on the wolf corpse on the ground and slaughtering the wolf king on the top of the mountain, the wolf king's eyes shot a fine light, and his hind legs kicked with a faster speed than Ye Ming.

The dexterous body is the capital to hunt all prey, and as an arrogant wolf king, he doesn't know what it means to retreat.

"It's good, draw the sword", the blade and the wolf claw collided together in mid-air, which shocked Ye Minghu's mouth numbly, and the wolf king was in pain, ignoring one of the claws that was cut off, and continued to bite Ye Ming's neck fiercely

"Happy"

Ye Ming shouted, started brainstorming, just input a small amount of soul power as fuel, thinking instantly overspeed a hundred times, the brain was silent, and the wolf king was entangled, this state was called "ethereal silence" by Ye Ming, the move became more and more urgent, and gradually controlled the rhythm of the battle, the wolf king had more and more wounds, and after half an hour, he couldn't support it and fell to the ground, letting out a faint wail.

Ye Ming handed the knife to the neck of the giant wolf, and the sword ended the life of the wolf king. Keep running, looking for a cluster of monsters, and perfect your combat experience. 100 times the time acceleration, so that Ye Ming has more time to train himself.

In a dense forest, Ye Ming breathed on the branches to restore his true qi, in reality, 3 hours have passed, and nearly half a month has passed in the Ten Thousand Demon Caves.

It's also about time to make an appointment with Yanwu,

Out of the practice tower, Ye Ming's heart was silent, and he slowly summarized the harvest.

1: Ethereal Silence (100 times more active in battle)

2: Knife Drawing (more skilled)

3: Knife Technique (Integrating the pure cooking knife technique of the previous life, it can instantly peel a demon beast into white bones)

4: Combat Talent (Intermediate Talent)

Monk fighting is not only crushed by the realm, and at the same time, the combat talent is the privilege of geniuses, and the combat talent is divided into: beginner-intermediate-advanced-master-grandmaster-mythical level. The opportunities of each monk are different, and the natural combat strength is also different, and the genius monks with profound knowledge can naturally fight beyond the ranks. Looking at the cultivation of Ye Ming in the early stage of the transcendent period: the primary combat talent can fight the mid-stage transcendental, intermediate-late transcendental, and advance in turn. Ordinary monks don't have so many opportunities to accumulate foundation, so they can only rely on high realms to crush them.

After carefully understanding this division, Ye Ming still deeply agreed, an ordinary monk naturally couldn't get those pig's feet who jumped off the cliff and didn't die.

Walking on the street, Ye Ming saw a lot of people and rushed to the suburbs.

Passerby A: "Hurry, it's almost noon, the King of the Eastern Wilderness is going to compete with the young master of Yantian"

Passerby B: "Really, who did you listen to?"

Passerby A: "I heard my cousin's sister's niece's lover's brother say that he saw it with his own eyes outside the Yunwu Teahouse. ”

Ye Ming listened to the black lines all over his head, there was a lot of movement yesterday, naturally someone knew, but you are special, you can also tell what the relationship between your cousin's sister's niece's lover's brother and your cousin's relationship is.

Silently bowed his head and walked out of the city gate, only to see the vast sea of people, countless broken branches and leaves scattered on the ground, the city defense army at the foot of the mountain was as straight as a javelin, and the tyrannical aura made people dare not approach, Ye Jian let go of his momentum, and his eyes were like lightning and secretly followed behind Ye Ming.

In the open space on the top of the mountain, Yan Wu crossed his legs, closed his eyes and breathed, without the slightest influence, he was indeed quite a master.

Ye Ming, indulging in true qi, flew to the top of the mountain like a flying bird. Looking at the crowd of people kneeling down the mountain, after telling them to get up, he didn't care, sat in front of Yan Wu, and waited for noon to come.

A melodious bell rang from the bell tower in the city, and the two got up at the same time.

"The name of the knife is chasing the wind, it is 3 feet long and weighs more than 100 catties, please" Ye Ming took the lead in speaking

"The name of the sword is Chiyan, it is 2 feet 5 long, it weighs twenty, it offended" Yan Wu's left foot stepped forward with a swift stab, and Ye Ming just flicked the hilt of the sword, and blocked the sword body outside his arm. This is a tentative blow for 2 people, and it is naturally a light touch.

"Thorn Flame Strike" A flame sword qi shot out. Officially the Great War broke out

"Shake the Knife"

"Lava"

After 10 moves of 2 people, stand still and adjust your momentum slightly

"Yanlong Tibetan Swordsmanship" An illusory fire dragon above Yan Wu's head gradually took shape, a little sword light in the dragon's mouth swallowed cold light, the scorching temperature appeared, the surrounding grass and trees quickly withered, crackled, and an ancient tree ignited a raging fire, black smoke soared into the sky.

Ye Ming didn't dare to slack off, he twitched his backhand, choked, the knife flashed, and a long air blade cut down the dragon's head, and the remaining momentum cut the mountain stone in front of him into a plane.

When Ye Ming drew his sword, Yan Wu felt that something was wrong, and quickly dodged in embarrassment, and turned around to see the smooth mountain wall like a mirror, and was terrified.

"Brother Ye, thank you for keeping your hand, I'm willing to bow to the wind" Yan Wu was also single, and directly admitted defeat.

Ye Ming admired such a person very much, and said politely, "Brother Yan, I agreed." ”

"Brother Ye, what's the name of this move?"

"Knife Drawing"!

"Drawing the sword" Yan Wu put away his sword and muttered to himself like a mad demon.

"Brother Yan, farewell, there will be a date later!" Ye Ming called Yan Wu, and seeing that he didn't seem to hear it, he left directly.

The crowd watching the battle below shouted one after another, King Shenwu!