As Ye Qinghuan became serious, the source of pure yang in his body also began to boil, and on the surface of Ye Qinghuan's red skin, faint flames appeared.

Ye Beichen stared at Ye Qinghuan, his eyes were full of madness, "Ye Qinghuan, you can force me to this extent, you are proud to die!"

When Wu Cheng saw this scene, he frowned and said, "Taking pills in a duel is not a martial victory!"

Huo Huan sneered: "This is a duel of life and death, the winner is king, since ancient times, there is no rule that you can't take pills in a duel of life and death!"

Rumble!

When the two were arguing, Ye Beichen had already moved, and this time he would not give Ye Qinghuan the slightest chance to react, and his hands were shaking.

First, two source pattern imprints roared out, and they were trampled under Ye Beichen's feet, and they came to Ye Qinghuan in one step.

He threw a punch!

At this time, the punch was as powerful as the source technique that was performed just now, and the wind brought it up, oppressing the surrounding people so much that they didn't dare to come out.

Ye Qinghuan waved his hand and punched, although Ye Beichen's speed increased, he still couldn't escape his perception, so he could predict his attack.

Bang!

Two fists against each other.

Ye Beichen didn't move at all, but Ye Qinghuan's fist cracked, and the whole person fell backwards and withdrew, leaving more than a dozen deep footprints on the ground.

"Hey, this guy is really powerful, he can actually take the full blow of Ye Beichen after taking the Mad Wolf Pill!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked by Ye Qinghuan's strength.

However, it is a pity that Ye Qinghuan is not Ye Beichen's opponent, this is the first thought of everyone after seeing this result.

"Haha, Ye Qinghuan, give me death!" Ye Beichen also laughed maniacally.

He was finally able to hurt Ye Qinghuan.

Ye Qinghuan felt the tearing pain coming from his fist, but his face was calm, he stared at Ye Beichen, and there was only cold killing intent in his eyes.

No matter what happens today, you have to kill Ye Beichen.

So Ye Qinghuan rushed forward, raised his fist again, and fought hard with Ye Beichen.

At the beginning, Ye Beichen saw that Ye Qinghuan was getting more and more injured, and even the skin and flesh on his fist had been beaten, leaving only Nasensen's white bones.

However, in the face of Ye Qinghuan, who was fighting more and more fiercely, Ye Beichen was finally shocked, especially his fists were also broken.

"This Ye Qinghuan, so ruthless!"

Many people looked at the white bones on Ye Qinghuan's fists, only to feel a coldness surging up in his fists, and his eyes were full of fear.

On the field, Ye Qinghuan's playing style was very crazy, and Ye Beichen was almost fist-to-flesh, even if his ribs were broken, he didn't say a word.

If he doesn't say anything, it doesn't mean that Ye Beichen doesn't say anything.

"Ah, Ye Qinghuan, Lao Tzu killed you waste!" Ye Beichen looked crazy, and the pain made his expression distorted.

With the stroke of his hands, the five source pattern imprints quickly condensed out, outlining each other, and a large amount of source power was injected into them.

Roar!

The Flame Tiger reappeared, and this time the Flame Tiger condensed by the Source Technique was twice as large as its head, and it stomped its feet, and the ground under its feet was instantly shattered.

"It's so strong, I'm afraid this move can kill the average Yuanying powerhouse in seconds!" Feeling the horror of the tiger, everyone gasped.

And everyone also quickly looked at Ye Qinghuan, wanting to know whether Ye Qinghuan would respond or run away in the face of this move.

Roar!

Everyone just looked, but they saw Ye Qinghuan in front of him, and I don't know when a leaf appeared, and the red leaf was burning.

In the midst of that flame, the four source pattern marks loomed, and under the rush of a strange source power that changed everyone's color, a flame tiger reappeared.

The Flame Tiger condensed by Ye Qinghuan's Origin Technique was twice as small as Ye Beichen's, but in terms of reality, it was far superior!

"Ye Qinghuan can even perform the Source Technique?"

"Isn't it true that the Xuanyang Holy Body can't be cultivated? I must have seen it wrong. ”

"No, you read that right, it seems that this Ye Qinghuan is also a demon, he has broken the curse of the Xuanyang Holy Body and is able to cultivate!"

"I just don't know, if Ye Qinghuan's source technique can compete with Ye Beichen's source technique, it's so small... I guess I won't be able to hold out for a round!"

When Ye Qinghuan also performed the Origin Technique, everyone was shocked, and Elder Zhu of the Inner Sect was no exception.

"This little guy, he has even successfully comprehended and cultivated that set of source techniques!" Wu Cheng's eyes were full of horror, he knew this set of source techniques best.

A few hours ago, he gave it to Ye Qinghuan.

At that time, he was only holding a trace of gambling, but he didn't expect Ye Qinghuan to be able to comprehend and cultivate it successfully in such a short period of time.

"Fake, it must be fake!" Ye Beichen couldn't believe it, he said with a hideous face: "Even if it's true, I'm going to crush you!"

"Go!" Ye Qinghuan's face turned pale, he didn't use the source technique for a long time, he just wanted to keep a hole card.

But when Ye Qinghuan used the source technique again, he smelled a thick crisis, so he didn't care about what to keep.

Two flaming tigers, one large and one small, frantically rushed towards each other, vowing to extinguish and devour each other.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the two flame tigers slammed together, setting off energy fluctuations, shaking the surrounding ground like a wave to disperse in all directions.

Click!

At this moment, a sound of collapse came out, and everyone stared at the center of the battle, and then they saw that Ye Beichen's source technique collapsed!

Hiss!

The strength of Ye Qinghuan's source technique made people gasp.

Ye Beichen was also sluggish, unable to believe that his strongest source technique would be defeated in Ye Qinghuan's hands.

He was not reconciled!

But seeing Ye Qinghuan's source technique rushing towards him, Ye Beichen also smelled the breath of death, his eyes were full of horror, and he actually knelt down.

"Ye Qinghuan, please don't kill me!"

"Count it up, I'm your cousin!"

"Don't kill me, I'm willing to search for famous doctors all over the world to cure your father!"

"If you kill me, if you go down to Jiuquan one day, my Ye family ancestor will not forgive you!"

Feeling that the breath of death was getting closer and closer, Ye Beichen kowtowed frantically, because the power was too great, he actually broke his head.

But Ye Qinghuan did not have a trace of mercy, he believed that if he was defeated, Ye Beichen would not leave his life.

Airplanes~

However, at this time, Ye Qinghuan's source technique suddenly exploded, and the energy dissipated in just a few breaths.

Ye Qinghuan was stunned, how could this be?

Without warning.

"The newborn king deserves to be the newborn king, the measure is great, Ye Beichen committed the crime of slandering his fellow disciples, and the master ordered me to take him to face the wall and think about it. ”

And at this moment, a laugh came, and everyone saw it, a middle-aged man in white flashed over, and left when he mentioned Ye Beichen.

"Bastard!" Ye Qinghuan still didn't understand, it was this man in white who stopped him from killing Ye Beichen, but his means were very profound.

Others thought that he let Ye Beichen go.

"Boy, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, and if you want to stay in the sect to find medicine for your father's injuries, forget about this matter today. ”

At this moment, a voice came into Ye Qinghuan's ears, full of threat.