"Uncle Shi, please!"

When Wang Heyang finished saying the word "please", the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly. Everyone present, even if they were just disciples of the Spirit Induction Realm, could feel that the spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly accelerated towards Wang Heyang's direction.

Wang Heyang's eyes were closed, his long robe was raised without wind, and there were small thunderbolts dancing all over his body, and a large number of thunderclouds slowly gathered in the sky above his head, accompanied by the sound of thunder, and the momentum was amazing.

"The exercises of the Heavenly Thunder One Vein are majestic, especially good at suppressing people with power, and they have not really done it yet, which has already made the opponent cold. A disciple watching the battle saw this scene, and his face was full of awe.

"The exercise that Senior Brother Heyang just ran should be the Heavenly Thunder Spirit Suction Technique, which can instantly absorb most of the spiritual power in a space of a hundred meters, making the opponent feel like being abandoned by the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and he is cowardly before fighting!"

"Wang Heyang is young, and he has already won the essence of the Tianlei Finals, and he must first overwhelm his opponent in terms of momentum. ”

"Wang Heyang, who is ranked sixth among the new nine sons of Tianlei, really deserves his reputation!"

Although Cheng Mu still doesn't know anything about magic, he can sense the type of system more keenly, and he can feel more keenly that the spiritual power around him is quickly converging towards Wang Heyang, this senior brother from the Tianlei vein is indeed extremely powerful, Cheng Mu pinched a sweat for Song Liang.

"Cut, what do you know! All opponents are dirty chickens and dogs in front of Uncle Song Liang, so they can only admit defeat obediently!"

"That's it, Uncle Song's magic skills will inevitably lead to decay, and there will be no one who will be combined!"

Song Liang's followers still have absolute confidence in Song Liang.

When Wang Heyang opened his eyes again, even his eyes had an arc flashing, and at this time he walked towards Song Liang step by step, and with each step, the thunderclouds above his head flashed a few times, as if lightning would split at any time.

Song Liang pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact, his back was already soaked in cold sweat. Seeing Wang Heyang coming step by step, he hurriedly flipped his hands and ran the palm thunder movement technique, and two white thunderballs crackled in the palms of his palms.

The first strike was strong, Song Liang slapped out with both palms, and two white thunderballs shot out, flying towards Wang Heyang's head and chest respectively, hitting the vital point.

Wang Heyang did not panic when he saw the two white thunderballs that shot out, he only stepped forward lightly, and a lightning bolt instantly split from the thundercloud above his head, and with a "boom", the two thunderballs exploded, the strong light was shining, and a strong wind blew up, and the air was filled with a burning smell.

"Seven lightning bolts! Wang Heyang's spell is actually seven lightning bolts!" A disciple watching the battle suddenly shouted loudly when he saw Wang Heyang's trick to deal with the thunderball.

"It's a thunderbolt indeed. "It was Chengmu's third senior brother Hengming Dao Chang who spoke, and Heng Ming was also the only one among Ling Ji's twelve apprentices who had become a monk, and his cultivation was very strong, and he already had spiritual eyes.

"The Seven Thunder Bolts are the high-level spells of the Heavenly Thunder Vein, have you seen the thunderclouds above Wang Heyang's head, it is said that this technique has been practiced to the highest level, and it can split seven lightning bolts in an instant, and the power of each one is not inferior to the real thunder and lightning in nature. Just now it was only the first form, and it was also the weakest one. Hengming continued.

"I didn't expect that Wang Heyang, this kid is so talented, he can even learn this kind of technique, but I don't know how many styles he has practiced. Ling Ji's sixth disciple Qin Xue said that although she made a few jokes about Song Liang yesterday, after all, she was a junior disciple taught by a master, and she was also worried about Song Liang at this time.

"Uncle Song, didn't you just say that I should strike first, why did you take the lead. Wang Heyang smiled lightly and said to Song Liang.

"Oh, that's the case, you just came over, I see that you have too many holes in defense, so I reminded you, as an elder, these are all as they should be. Song Liang's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his words were taken for granted.

Wang Heyang didn't expect Song Liang to be so capable, his face was a little unhappy, and he didn't dwell too much, and said, "Now it's my turn to make a move!"

"That's not going to work!" Song Liang immediately retorted, "You have already used a move just now, and now it's time for me to make a move." ”

Song Liang's words were very clear, just now he just kindly reminded Wang Heyang that there was a defensive loophole, and it was not a move. But Wang Heyang slashed a bolt of lightning, which was considered a move, and now it was naturally his turn to make a move.

"Uncle Shi, I was just a ......"

"It's nothing, it's not, I'll make the first move this time!" Song Liang didn't wait for Wang Heyang to speak, and directly scolded back.

Regardless of whether Wang Heyang agreed or not, Song Liang flipped his hands again, and two blue thunderballs appeared in his palms.

"See, it's the palm thunder movement technique of the Thunder Pulse, and Senior Uncle Song Liang has already used the blue thunder ball. ”

"It's not Uncle Song, sure enough, I just reminded the junior just now, otherwise, just use the blue thunderball. ”

"White, blue, red, purple, gold, the five-color thunder balls of the palm thunder movement technique, the power is multiplied, Uncle Song is really going to make a move. ”

There are many disciples who support Song Liang outside the court, and Song Liang usually comes here with delicious food and mouth. These followers of Song Liang gathered outside the arena at this time, all cheering for Song Liang.

"Senior Brother Song's skills have improved, and he is not far from the late return to the Yuan Dynasty. Second Senior Brother Zhu Gang nodded at this time, and he didn't want his junior brother to be defeated by a second-generation disciple.

Song Liang did not directly hit the two blue thunder balls as before, but held them in the palm of his hand, stepped on the Bagua step, and put on a posture of thunder and gossip palms.

"Is it a combination technique?" Wang He raised his eyebrows and frowned, "I have long heard of the Thunder One Vein, whether it is the body technique of the Body Building Realm or the technique after returning to the Yuan, there are so many collections, the number is comparable to the sum of the other four veins. When facing the enemy, it can be ever-changing, and all kinds of combined spells emerge in an endless stream, and today I am really fortunate to be taught!"

"If it's too late for you to admit defeat now, it will be too late if you really get spanked in a while!" Song Liang still squeezed Wang Heyang with words.

"Hmph!" Wang Heyang was really angry, Song Liang's words always couldn't get along with his ass, which made him feel very shameless.

Song Liang slapped it out, and one of the blue thunderballs flew out, still hitting Wang Heyang's chest.

Wang Heyang still took a step forward unhurriedly.

"The second form of the seven flashes of thunder, the silver snake dances wildly!"

"Click! Boom!" Two bolts of lightning slashed out, like two silver snakes hitting Song Liang directly. One of the silver snakes collided with the oncoming blue thunderball, exploding with a "boom", while another lightning bolt continued to pounce on Song Liang.

Song Liang's gossip step moved, and disappeared in situ with a "whoosh", and the same gossip step, Song Liang in the middle of the Guiyuan Dynasty, was naturally much faster and more powerful than Li Yang, who built the body.

"Look at the move!" Song Liang shouted, using the strong light generated by the explosion as a cover, and used the Bagua Step to move into the air in an instant, bypassing the remaining lightning bolt, and hitting Wang Heyang's door with one palm.

Wang He raised his head and raised it suddenly, and the silver snake lightning that was originally slashing at Song Liang suddenly turned its head and slashed into the air, faster than the palm that Song Liang slapped. Seeing this, Song Liang turned over, narrowly avoided it, raised his hand is palm, and shot out another blue thunderball, colliding with the lightning that was splitting.

With a "boom", the collision of spells caused a huge explosion again, which was also a thunder spell, and the explosion was very amazing, and the strong light pierced people who couldn't break away from their eyes.

When everyone looked at the venue again, they saw that Wang Heyang did not move at all, but Song Liang was hit far away by the impact of the explosion and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey, it's a pity, it's only a little bit worse, Wang Heyang's reaction speed is too fast, and he can actually control the lightning to turn around and continue to attack. ”

"It seems that Uncle Song is really not as good as Tianlei Xinjiuzi, hey, why can't he beat a junior!"

A few second-generation disciples who were usually fooled by Song Liang and had always admired Song Liang were a little disappointed at this time.

"Uncle Shi, is he okay? Why can't he get up when he lies on the ground? Seeing that Song Liang hadn't stood up for a long time, a few disciples asked with concern.

"Whew-whew-"

"What sound?"

"It's like— like somebody is snoring. ”

"What? Is anyone going to sleep here?"

"It's Uncle Song Liang, he's snoring, he's lying on the ground and asleep!" a disciple watching the battle suddenly shouted.

The corners of Chengmu's eyes twitched, Song Liang is too capable of pretending, obviously he fell and couldn't stand up, but he pretended to sleep there.

"What do you know! Uncle Song Liang has been working as a commentator a few days ago, working hard, didn't you see that he was dozing off just before he came on the field?"

"How dedicated Uncle Song is, he is tired like that, and he also fought against the new nine sons of Tianlei, this is the model of my generation!"

"Hey, but some people take advantage of the danger of others to challenge Uncle Song at this time!"

Many of Song Liang's followers glared at Wang Heyang at this time, as if they challenged Song Liang and couldn't get along with all of them.

"Ahh

"What's the matter, why am I asleep here?" Song Liang pretended to be confused.

Wang Heyang really couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't listen to it, obviously he reacted quickly and succeeded in one blow, how did it become that he took advantage of the danger of others? This Uncle Song Liang is too capable of doing things, he can both speak and act, and his skills are obviously inferior to others, but he is squeezed by him everywhere.

"Uncle Song, you still can't fight, if you don't fight, admit defeat early!" Wang Heyang couldn't stand it anymore and said loudly to Song Liang.

"Senior nephew Wang, why don't you know how to understand the elders? Your senior uncle and I are busy for this dojo offensive and defensive battle, and our tired physical strength is overdrawn, and we accidentally slept for a while, what's wrong!"

"Yes, Uncle Song took a nap, what's wrong!"

"Uncle Song sees that you are a junior, and he tolerates you everywhere, otherwise it will not be easy to spank you!"

"That's it, as soon as Uncle Song's magic came out, he shook the world and cried ghosts and gods, and there was no negotiation for beating your ass!"

"Hmph! The character is so bad, no matter how high the skill is, it will be in vain!"

"Bad character is in vain! Bad character is also in vain!"

A group of disciples shouted loudly there, squeezing Wang Heyang.

"Ling Ji, your apprentice is very interesting, is that kid who often messes with Ling Feng?" Ling Yuan Ancestor suddenly asked Ling Ji beside him.

Ling Ji's old face was flushed, if he had known this, he would never have let Song Liang play, it was too embarrassing, he was simply a scoundrel, but there were still so many disciples coaxing there.

Wang Heyang was about to explode, and he felt very aggrieved in his heart, and he couldn't wait to find a thatched house to cry for a while.

"Uncle Song Liang, I'll make another move, if you can resist, I'll admit defeat immediately!" Wang Heyang's eyes were resolute, he knew that he couldn't go on like this, he was about to be drowned by saliva.

"Senior nephew Wang, you don't have to be like this, no matter what, even if I lose to you, I won't use more than three layers of skill, come on!" Song Liang said, and actually ripped off the clothes on his chest, revealing a pile of white fat.

Wang Heyang retched for a while, and the disciples and Cheng Mu who were watching the battle were also disgusted.

"Hmph, take it!" Wang Heyang shouted and took a step forward.