Ye Qing stood up, smiled slightly, and said, "How can an attack of your level hurt me." What about your king of Zhenbei, let him come out, you are not my opponent. ”

When the old man heard Ye Qing's arrogant words, he suddenly became angry and was about to make a move. was pulled by a martial arts powerhouse behind him.

"Ji Lao, this kind of goods needs your help. Let me do it for you. ”

The one who spoke was a master of the eighth level of Wuzun, who looked to be in his forties and looked sinister. However, being able to reach the eighth level of Martial Venerable cultivation at this age is definitely a genius-level existence.

This middle-aged man stood behind to observe Ye Qing before, and found that Ye Qing had no True Yuan Force fluctuation at all. And he looked very young, and he thought in his heart that this young man's strength was not strong, but he had just cultivated a special technique, so he could come here quietly.

The middle-aged man has always thought that his talent is so amazing and brilliant, and he is only at the eighth level of martial arts. It was definitely an accident that this young man in front of him was able to receive a single blow from the Martial Saint powerhouse and not die. The previous blow was definitely that Ji Lao didn't use all his strength.

Seeing that the eighth-level subordinate of Wuzun behind him was willing to make a move, the old man himself was a little puzzled about Ye Qing's situation, since someone was willing to make a move, he could just observe it, so as not to capsize in the gutter.

Seeing the old man nodding, the middle-aged man walked out with a sinister smile on his face.

"Boy, you can't fool me. As a martial arts powerhouse, he knows too much about cultivation. You can't be at my age, so let's die!"

Although the middle-aged man thinks that Ye Qing's strength is not as good as his own, he is very cautious, so no matter what opponent he encounters, he will go all out.

"Prisoner of the sky!"

The majestic True Yuan Force erupted from the middle-aged man's body, and then a black finger emerged from the void, and a trace of golden silk thread appeared around the finger.

This kind of silk thread is no stranger, this is the thin thread that makes up a world, and it is part of the power of the world, although it is far from the real power of the world. But Ye Qing knew that this kind of attack had touched the edge of a rule. This middle-aged man has a very amazing talent, even the old man at the Martial Saint level before has not comprehended a trace of the rules.

Fortunately, Ye Qing had already comprehended a trace of the rules of the world in the Hundred Refining Hell, and he had completely seen through this attack of the middle-aged man.

"Hmph! ”

Ye Qing snorted coldly, and then stretched out his right hand, and at the same time, his right arm completely turned golden, and slammed into that finger.

Rumble!

The loud noise made the entire castle tremble slightly, and dozens of powerful breaths suddenly erupted from downstairs, and the owners of these breaths were rapidly approaching.

The middle-aged man took a dozen steps back in a row, and was only then supported by his companion behind him.

Burst!

Although the body was stable, the injuries in the body could not be stabilized, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"This guy is too weird, he doesn't have the slightest fluctuation of Yuan Force on his body, but his strength is stronger than that of a ninth-order demonic beast. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man spurted out another mouthful of blood, and then was helped back by his companions.

With one punch to retreat the middle-aged man of the eighth level of Wuzun, Ye Qing's body was still as stable as Mount Tai, and it seemed that he had only done a trivial thing.

"Young man, no matter what you rely on, you will still be beaten back to your original form in front of the real strong. ”

The old man said with a gloomy face, and at the same time stepped forward. Looks like he's going to do it himself.

At this time, the other five Martial Venerables and dozens of Martial Emperor powerhouses had already arrived here, and these people completely blocked Ye Qing's retreat. They were angry that Ye Qing was able to come here without being discovered by them, which was tantamount to a slap in the face.

However, I saw that the middle-aged man's face was pale and he was helped away by another person. They immediately breathed a sigh of relief, they were able to easily defeat the existence of a martial arts level eighth-level powerhouse, and they were definitely super masters. Such masters naturally have special abilities, so their faces are finally not as hot as they were at the beginning.

The momentum on the old man's body finally rose to its peak, and then the soul power slammed towards Ye Qing.

Ye Qing's soul power is only at the beginning of the martial arts level, and it is much different from the old man. The moment the soul power of the Martial Saint level pressed on his body, Ye Qing almost fell to his knees with weak legs. However, the will honed over the years prevailed, and it was able to withstand this coercion.

Seeing that Ye Qing's body was just shaking slightly, the old man was suddenly shocked.

Because from the previous battle, the old man was shocked to see that Ye Qing did not have the fluctuation of true yuan power on his body, so it was likely that he was a member of the sect who cultivated his body. On the Fengyuan Continent, there were a few sects that never cultivated True Yuan Force, they only focused on their own strength and physical strength. Known as body refiners, there are some top-level body refiners among them, who can compete with some martial saint-level cultivators with their own strength. Even because of the strong defense of the body, you can face two or even three martial saint powerhouses at the same time.

However, these body refiners have one weakness in common, and that is the soul. Because they put all their energy into cultivating their physical strength, their soul realm was very low, and they couldn't resist soul attacks.

The old man just saw Ye Qing's attack method, so he immediately identified Ye Qing as that rare body refiner, so that he could explain why his previous blow did not hurt him. So the old man was very confident that he could defeat this young man.

As a martial saint powerhouse, although the old man is not a cultivator who is proficient in the soul, his soul realm has reached the level of a martial saint, and there is absolutely no problem in dealing with a body refiner who is known for his physical strength.

However, the facts made the old man fall through his glasses, and Ye Qing was only a little unsteady on his feet, but in the end he still stood there steadily.

The old man naturally would not give up, and the soul power on his body increased again, and then pressed Ye Qing fiercely.

Since the old man is not good at controlling the power of the soul, he does not know the kind of soul skill that kills with one hit. However, the soul power of the Martial Saint level was still beyond Ye Qing's imagination. Now Ye Qing has lost the ability to resist, and he can't even move if he wants to. All of Ye Qing's soul power was used to resist the soul coercion of the Martial Saint level.

Ye Qing felt as if he had returned to the third secret realm in the Hundred Refining Hell, the Abyss Rock Prison, that kind of incomparable gravity was like carrying a mountain on his back, and he had to use all his strength to stand up straight.

If any Martial Venerable or Martial Emperor powerhouse made a move on Ye Qing now, Ye Qing would definitely not be able to resist, even if he would not be killed because of his strong physical strength, he would still be seriously injured. The most important thing is that once he is injured, Ye Qing will not be able to resist the soul coercion of the Martial Saint level, and there is no need to say much about the ending.

However, the strength that Ye Qing had shown before had successfully deterred the others present. The strength of the eighth level of Wuzun was already one of the best among these people, but he was easily seriously injured by Ye Qing. Now no one wants to comprehend Ye Qing's strength.

"Young man, you surprised me, but the Martial Saint realm is not what you can imagine, kneel down for me!"