"Good Yang Yong, your cultivation is good, and you have reached the peak of the Eighth Rank Grandmaster. In my opinion, your age is estimated to be only about eighteen years old, which is the fastest time to practice. If you can get past me, I'm sure you'll be able to develop well in the Ethereal Sect. Come on, with this courage of yours, it is enough for me to look up to me! ”

Ziyang only nodded appreciatively, he was indeed very satisfied with this Yang Yong's courage. After all, no matter what, in this Yin Fu Hall, he can be regarded as the senior brother of this hall. He also hopes that the future juniors and disciples will have strong strength, and Yin Fu Tang will never be looked down upon like this all the time. But to carry forward the Yin Fu Hall, it is definitely not enough to rely on yourself.

Yang Yong's eyes were scorching, and he was concentrating. His cultivation method was very special, and it was different from what Ye Ping had seen before. It's not through the aura to operate the supernatural power to fight the enemy, but just like to strengthen his body and strength. Even to a certain extent, it is similar to his own Vajra incorruptible body, and it seems to be the same type of supernatural power.

Sure enough, in the face of the majestic pressure brought by Ziyang, Yang Yong roared loudly. The whole person seemed to be starting to swell, and even his momentum was constantly rising. Not only that, but there seemed to be some kind of strange pattern all over his skin. The Heaven and Earth Law Behind him also became extremely large and integrated into his body.

"Huh? I really didn't expect that there would be a talent like you among the disciples of this year. If my guess is correct, this must be the ancient xenomorph law, the giant spirit god. Actually, I felt this way when I first looked at your form, but I didn't dare to say for sure yet. Now it seems that it is almost confirmable. The ancient giant spirit god lineage, there are still descendants who survive. ”

Ziyang's eyes were like torches, just looking at Yang Yong who was beginning to change in front of him, he could easily tell his origin.

Yang Yong seemed to be under tremendous pressure, nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, our family is the Ancient Giant Spirit God lineage. It's a pity that the bloodline of my generation has been very thin, and it has long since lost the courage of the ancestors. Senior Brother Ziyang, please take action! If this continues, I'm afraid you don't have to do it, and I'm going to explode and die. ”

Hearing Yang Yong's words, Ziyang only bowed. He didn't say anything, he just stood up so simply, and with one step, it seemed that he had crossed countless spaces and came to Yang Yong's face. His surging aura suddenly rushed to his face, making people only feel a little overwhelmed. It fell from the sky like a big mountain, and directly grabbed Yang Yong's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The latter erupted, looked up to the sky and roared, and then his eyes were like torches, as if they were spewing flames. The lines on the fascia of the skin have also become more and more clear, as if they are some kind of ancient text, which is difficult to distinguish. Immediately after, his Heaven and Earth Law also seemed to let out a loud roar, which was deafening! He didn't have any fancy moves, and just handed his fists out.

Since many people know about the assessment here, some of the disciples of the Yin Fu Hall also came here to watch. Although the number of people is small, it is also full of shadows, and it is not as lonely as when I came. And Ye Ping also noticed Tang Jianian in the crowd, who also saw him, smiled and waved his hand to Ye Ping, the two can be regarded as fateful.

At this moment, Ziyang's handprint finally fell in front of Yang Yong. If you don't make a move, it's enough, and as soon as you make a move, everyone will intuitively feel that this is the well-deserved powerhouse of the third stage of the quasi-king. His handprint was like the top of Mount Tai, and in an instant, the ground on which Yang Yong was standing collapsed, as if it was carrying the power of a thousand jun, making him breathless.

It's just that what shocked everyone was that this Yang Yong really carried it down! You must know that the person he is facing now is the chief disciple of the Ethereal Sect, the great master of the third stage of the quasi-king! That Yang Yong is just the peak of the eighth grade, and the gap between the two is simply a world of difference. But even if Yang Yong was carrying it so hard, he still seemed a little powerless.

His forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and even the clothes on his body were all torn.

His legs trembled wildly like chaff, which showed how much pressure this impotence had brought him.

The latter is also a sight to behold, and he knows his methods very well. It's clear that I didn't go all out just now. If he used a killing move as soon as he came up, I am afraid that ten Yang Yong would not be able to resist it. It's just that this move can be regarded as using thirty percent of the skill, so Yang Yong can bear it, it should be the relationship of blood. It is worthy of the ancient giant spirit god, and he is domineering in the flesh.

"Good! Just now, I was only thirty percent of my skills, so you can barely follow it. The second trick is my four successes. Yang Yong, although I have only improved Yicheng's aura, the energy that really erupts is far more than that. I advise you not to hide any hole cards, otherwise you may not wait for the third move, and you will be eliminated. I'm optimistic about you, don't let me down! ”

Ziyang's voice fell, and he calmly shot again. This time, his spiritual pressure was even stronger than just now. Falling from the sky, another handprint came to his face and slammed down on Yang Yong's head. Anyone watching the battle from the sidelines could feel that although his strength was only raised by one level, for them, it was a geometric multiplier.

Yang Yong roared frantically, and this time the lines on his body became clearer. Even the crimson words were coming out of his skin and fascia. His muscles swelled even more and more like the devil's muscles. The two fists were handed out, and they slammed into Ziyang's handprint.

He used the energy of his whole body, like a tsunami of a mountain roaring out of a tsunami, constantly impacting the other party's handprints.

However, Ziyang only did not move, as if he was standing on the top of the hill, and he did not move.

On the other hand, Yang Yong's fists were very powerful at first. But as time passed, he became more and more unable to hold on. He heard a loud bang, and saw his body fly upside down like a cannonball, sinking into the ground. If it weren't for Ziyang only stopping in time, people would be very suspicious, I'm afraid that he would be directly bombarded down the mountain.

Looking at Yang Yong, who was embedded in the ground, Ziyang only stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes burning.

"Very well, your breath is much weaker, but it is not so weak that you can't stand up. Yang Yong, come on, this last move is sixty percent of my skill. If you can take it, you will be a disciple of my Yin Fu Hall! ”