However, now he has undergone earth-shaking changes in combat power. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the combat power that has just been obtained also makes Ye Ling urgently need a vent. The object of the battle.

"A slave dares to bully the master, Lao Tzu will blow you up!" Ye Ling, who had already been secretly patient, condensed the power of qi and blood, finally broke out.

Under the surging power of qi and blood in his body, Ye Ling looked at the palm that was grabbing towards him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Immediately after, he raised his legs, thinking that Ye Minghu took half a step, and slammed his fist towards the palm.

Looking at Ye Ling's movements, Ye Minghu was stunned, and then, the cruel smile on his face became even stronger. In the past, Ye Ling had been passively subjected to their beatings, and he would not fight back at all. Because fighting back, it is difficult to change anything other than being beaten more violently. At this time, Ye Ling's sudden action made Ye Minghu feel a strange sense of excitement after being slightly surprised.

It's just that this excitement comes and goes faster, in the next moment......

Bang!

The fists and palms struck, and the imaginary scene did not happen, but a vigorous force rushed down the palm of his hand, surging towards Ye Minghu's body violently, causing the cruel laughter on his face to stagnate suddenly, and then a look of horror spread wildly on his face. The vigorous force that poured into his body completely exploded, directly causing Ye Minghu's body to fly upside down and fall to the ground suddenly!

"No way, you...... How could you ......"

Ye Minghu was incredulous, muttering in a trembling voice, but the pain in the palm of his hand and the scene under him reminded him that all this was true.

It's just that Ye Minghu's muttering was quickly interrupted, the cold glint in his eyes flickered, Ye Ling had already appeared in front of Ye Minghu, there was no extra nonsense, he raised his legs, and put a foot on Ye Minghu's lower abdomen, bang, Ye Minghu screamed, and crashed into an Uncle Liu behind him, spurting blood again and falling to the ground.

"You...... Ye Ling, how dare you hurt me!" Under Ye Ling's punch and kick, Ye Minghu, who had completely lost his combat effectiveness, could only look at Ye Ling who was walking towards him again with a pair of frightened eyes, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Young Master Yikong will not let you go!"

Ye Ling stood still, looked at Ye Minghu at his feet condescendingly, and frowned in disgust. This slave of the Ye family, who used to be powerful in front of him, seemed to him like a dead dog at this time.

"Noise!" Ye Ling scolded, glanced coldly at Ye Minghu at his feet, and then, Ye Ling walked to Ye Minghu's feet, and in the latter's frightened gaze, he raised his leg and stepped on it gently.

Click.

The sound of tooth-aching bone cracking suddenly sounded, and at the same time, among the trees, Ye Minghu's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect Ye Ling to dare to do this, but the next moment, a sharp pain swept over, making him unconscious.

"I'll let Ye Yikong be the same as you. Looking at Ye Minghu, who had fallen into a coma, Ye Ling whispered to himself.

Pushing open the stone door, Ye Ling walked in.

There are three floors in the martial hall, and each floor has a corresponding realm. Only Ye Ling of the Quenching Blood Realm could naturally only select combat skills in the first layer.

His eyes swept over the bookshelves around him, and the combat skills in the Ye family that were suitable for the cultivation of the Blood Quenching Realm martial artists were all neatly placed on them.

"Open the mountain. "One dollar finger. "Chiyang Fist. ”......

Ye Ling, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, picked up a book of combat skill secrets, looked at it twice, flipped through it a few times, and quickly picked up another one. After a while, more than half of the combat skills here were watched, but Ye Ling still shook his head.

"What's going on, are these really combat skills?"

Ye Ling shook his head and put down the copy of "Wild Bull Fist" in his hand again, with a trace of doubt on his little face. In his opinion, these so-called combat skills are really too simple, even vulgar. In the process of how to cultivate depicted in some combat techniques, Ye Ling could even clearly feel that something was wrong.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was a martial arts hall, Ye Ling even thought that the combat skills here had been lost. At a glance, he can see that the inappropriate combat skills, is there still the meaning of cultivation?

"Why don't you go upstairs and have a look?" Ye Ling set his eyes on a row of stone steps not far away, where they could lead to the second floor of the Martial Palace.

Combat skills are divided into nine grades according to their strength. One product is the second, and nine products are the strongest.

In the first layer, all the combat skills that were collected were cultivated for the Ye family's Quenching Blood Realm martial artists, and naturally they were not so strong, they were all first- and second-grade. The second layer is different, the combat skills there are even those cultivated by the martial artists of the Gang Qi Realm, and the level is naturally much higher than that of the first layer. As for the third layer, it is even more so.

It is better to act than to move, and as soon as Ye Ling's body moved, he appeared next to the stone steps. Looking around with a somewhat weak gaze, after making sure that there was no one, Ye Ling walked towards the second layer on the stone steps this time.

In order to prevent the disciples of the family from having low eyes, there are clear regulations for the disciples of the Ye family to choose combat skills according to their different cultivations. At this time, Ye Ling wanted to run to the second floor, obviously violating this kind of regulation.

"Bang. ”

At this moment, Ye Ling, who was about to enter the second layer, suddenly shook his body and took a few steps back. In front of him, a faint ripple appeared.

"This is an enchantment......

Ye Ling frowned, stretched out his hand to test the enchantment in front of him, and then found with some frustration that with his strength, it was simply impossible to break through this enchantment.

"No wonder no one is looking, it turns out that this thing is still in the way. ”

Ye Ling said with some frustration. But at this moment, his body shook, and suddenly there was a hot breath in his body. And then......

Boom~ In front of Ye Ling, the enchantment that was originally difficult to shake in his opinion gradually disappeared after a violent fluctuation.

"This ...... It's a meta-tire. ”

Ye Ling was stunned, but soon, he reacted. The sudden extra heat flowed out of the Yuan Womb.

With a look of joy on his face, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped over the last few stone steps, and Ye Ling's figure flashed, and he appeared in the second layer.

In the depths of the Martial Palace, an old man with a white beard opened his eyes at this time, and his face showed a strange color: "The sixth level of cultivation in the Quenching Blood Realm actually broke through the second layer of the enchantment, interesting little guy......"

On the second floor of the martial hall, the bookshelves are much less than the first layer, and the combat skills placed on the bookshelves are naturally less than half, only about a dozen books.

Ye Ling's footsteps did not stop, since he had come to this second layer in advance, he naturally would not miss this opportunity. I walked to the bookshelf and picked up a copy of "Bibo Palm" placed at the front of the bookshelf.