Chapter Seventy-Five: Where Is Her Limit?

Ye Qingchen raised his eyebrows, "Oh? so confident?"

"In the Heroic Realm, you can cultivate the power of the elements. So, you can't win me. ”

Ye Qingchen nodded.

The power of the elements is the first transformation on the way to cultivation. The reason why it is said that the heroic realm is the beginning of the path of cultivation is precisely because of the power of the elements. It may not be simply said that the power of the elements is stronger than the power of the spirit, but the two complement each other and gain each other. A spiritual attack with elemental power is more than just a superimposed spiritual attack.

This is also the reason why Ye Shaoyu is so confident.

"If you don't try it, how do you know?" Ye Qingchen curled his lips and smiled. Ye Shaoyu's words, she only agreed with the first half of the sentence.

"Don't be ashamed. There are children of the Ye family who are not optimistic about Ye Qingchen, and they disdainfully sarcastically said in the crowd.

Ye Shaoyu snorted. In an instant, the aura around him was even more violent than before. But seeing that in the cyan spiritual power light, several fiery red lights appeared, becoming more and more prosperous. At the same time, there was a scorching heat in the air.

Seeing this, Ye Qingchen raised his eyebrows, and a touch of playfulness crossed his eyes. What a coincidence, Ye Shaoyu's elemental power turned out to be fire.

Playing with fire in front of her, have you asked the opinion of the Suzaku Holy Flame, the King of Ten Thousand Fires?

On Ye Shaoyu's right hand, the spiritual power gathered, and it turned out to be the Xuan-level Martial Exercise Tiger Fist. It's just that this time the fierce tiger transformed by spiritual power is burning with raging flames, like a flame demon beast, grinning with bared teeth and fangs, which is extremely intimidating.

"What a coercion!"

"The Tiger Fist blessed by the power of the fire element is not something that can be compared. ”

Ye Qingchen this time, I'm afraid I can't resist it. ”

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Ye Shaoyu's strength was clear to many of the Ye family's disciples present. Some of the children of the Ye family, who were one grade higher than Ye Shaoyu's cultivation, couldn't even take Ye Shaoyu's blow, let alone Ye Qingchen, who only cultivated in the Dacheng Realm?

"Ye Qingchen, let me see, where your limit is!" Ye Shaoyu raised his voice, and in the depths of his dark eyes, a touch of determination crossed him.

Ye Qingchen raised his eyebrows.

Where was her limit? She wanted to know.

Ye Shaoyu's attack came quickly, the Tiger Fist carried terrifying spiritual power, and the power of the fire element rioted, and the entire martial arts arena was shrouded in a burst of low air pressure, and there was even a scorching temperature, almost burning the air.

The crowd waited. How should Ye Qingchen face Ye Shaoyu's powerful blow?

In the face of Ye Shaoyu's strong blow, Ye Qingchen's face was always indifferent, but he didn't see any movement.

"Ye Qingchen, what are you doing?"

Although she and Ye Shaoyu were tied just now, now Ye Shaoyu used the power of the elements. After all, Ye Qingchen's cultivation level is here, and she is afraid that she will not be able to carry the Xuan-level exercises blessed by the power of the elements.

Everyone's eyes trembled slightly. They didn't know why Ye Qingchen was so inflexible. In this situation, isn't it very clear who wins and who loses?