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Especially because of the breakthrough of his physique, he can exert more strength and withstand the damage of the physical body at a faster speed. Therefore, his sword is faster, and people below the first-class realm can't even feel the traces of his sword. Especially when he uses his internal force to bonus, it is impossible for an ordinary first-class master to let him use the second sword.

At this time, he was outside the ancient tomb practicing the Great Demon Fist in the "Nine Yin True Scripture".

The big demon fist is extremely fierce, the masculinity is very heavy, the tricks are wonderful, and under the shroud of fist power, it is very powerful, which is very different from his "Qiankun Fist" with great power. After all, his "Qiankun Boxing" was newly created, and what he paid attention to was to suppress people with power and shock people. But the momentum he cultivated is only the power of a noble man who controls the fate of ten thousand people on the earth, and it is still very effective against those bandits and low-end people, but it is an attempt to deal with those top masters who have been in high positions for a long time or are extremely determined, and it has no impact.

Unless, one day, Zhao Yi can dominate the world and become the supreme human emperor. Then, at that time, he will swing out a punch, on behalf of the people, and all mortals will be affected by his fist, and he will be better than him in terms of momentum.

However, at this time, Zhao Yi didn't have this ability, so he could only honestly practice the Great Demon Fist. Speaking of which, this big demon fist is extraordinary, and it is not weak compared to the 'Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending', which is known as the first palm in the world. After all, this is a lifelong mastery created by Huang Shang, an innate master who is familiar with the hundred classics and has become a faction of his own, known as the person who is most promising to break through the realm of grandmasters in a thousand years, how can it be easy?

The more Zhao Yi cultivated, the more he felt that the Great Demon Fist was unfathomable, even if he had a soul that was several times stronger than ordinary people, a brain developed by more than ten percent, a superior memory ability, and an extraordinary understanding, it was difficult for a person with extraordinary understanding to study this set of fist techniques in a moment and a half.

Now that three months have passed, he has only practiced to a small level.

"What's the sound?"

When Zhao Yi was about to fight this big demon fist again, trying to make a perfect practice, he vaguely heard a noisy sound in the distance. Originally, he was a little puzzled, but suddenly his heart moved, as if he remembered something, and immediately took up his light skills and ran towards the distance, and the direction he went was the direction from which the noisy sound came from.

"Yang Guo?"

Within a moment, Zhao Yi saw an eleven or twelve-year-old Dao boy running wildly in the woods, and he looked closely, but it was Yang Guo, who had joined the Quanzhen Sect a few months ago.

Sure enough, everything was as expected. Yang Guo was really forced by Zhao Zhijing and others to rebel against the Quanzhen Sect. Isn't it a pity that such a talented and beautiful jade is not accepted for one's own use?"

Standing on the treetops, glancing at the Daotong who was chasing Yang Guo behind, and then glancing at Yang Guo, who was really passing under his feet, Zhao Yi touched his chin and made an idea.

At this time, Yang Guo's robe was torn to pieces by the bushes, and blood marks were scraped on his body, like a little beggar. During the competition, in anger, he used the toad skill taught by Ouyang Feng, and accidentally shot too hard, beating Lu Shenzhu on his back. After all, he was young, and in a panic, he didn't look closely, he just thought that he had killed someone, and only thought about running away. In addition, the Taoist priests shouted and shouted to kill regardless of the situation, and they were panicked in their hearts, only caring about running away, running around, panicking, only picking trees and dense forests to drill, and when they passed the treetops where Zhao Yi was standing, they didn't find anyone overhead.

Yang Guo ran for a while, and was about to rest for a while, but he heard a loud shout behind him, and there were people shouting in all directions: "Yang Guo, Yang Guo, come out quickly." He was even more panicked in his heart, walking around seven high and eight low, and suddenly felt a figure in front of him, and a Taoist priest had seen him and rushed over to catch him. Yang Guo hurriedly turned around, and there was another Taoist priest in the west, shouting: "Here, Yang Guo is here!" Yang Guo panicked in his heart, looking left and right, looking for a way to escape, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of a bush not far away. He had an idea, a short body, a roll, and got under the bushes. The Taoist priest was tall and couldn't get through, so he had to go around the bushes to find it, and Yang Guo had already fled and didn't know where to go.

Zhao Yi relied on his peerless light skills to see clearly in the treetops. secretly praised Yang Guo's wit, and as soon as his body moved, he crossed between the treetops and followed Yang Guo.

Yang Guo drilled through the bushes, rushed forward, ran for a while, and heard the cries of the crowd in his ears, but he never dared to stop, avoided the road, and ran wildly in the grass and rocks. After sitting for a while, he only said in his heart: "Run, run." But his legs weighed so much that he couldn't stand up for anything.

Suddenly hearing someone behind him sneering, Yang Guo was taken aback, turned around, and was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, only to see a Taoist behind him with angry eyebrows and long beards hanging down his chest, it was Zhao Zhijing.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and for a moment, they did not move. Yang Guo suddenly shouted, turned around and fled. Zhao Zhijing stepped forward and reached out to grab his heart. Considering his master's chance, he didn't use his internal force. Therefore, Yang Guo just rushed forward, then dodged, and immediately picked up a stone and threw it backwards. Zhao Zhijing subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, but his feet were speeding up, and the two of them were closer to each other. Yang Guo ran more than ten steps, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be a deep ditch in front of him, and there was no way out, and he didn't know whether it was a deep valley or a mountain stream below, and without thinking, he jumped down.

Zhao Zhijing walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down, and saw Yang Guo rolling along the grass slope into the bushes. The foothold was six or seven zhang away from the slope below, and he did not dare to jump down, so he quickly detoured to the grassy slope, followed a route flattened by Yang Guo on the grass, and looked for the bushes, but there was no trace of Yang Guo, and the more dense the woods became, until he was already covered by the sun. He walked out of more than ten zhang and slammed up, this is where the living dead tomb where the Chongyang patriarch lived in the past, this faction has strict rules, no one is allowed to enter a step, but if Yang Guo is allowed to escape, he is unwilling, and shouted loudly at the moment: "Yang Guo, Yang Guo, come out quickly." ”

"Who is making a noise here, trying to find death?"

Suddenly, a fluctuating sound came from the dense forest, but it startled Zhao Zhijing.

"Who are you?"

Although Zhao Zhijing was taken aback, he was unwilling to leave.

", or die?"

The owner of the voice was a little impatient.

"Your voice? Oh, I remember, you are the same young man who went up the mountain with Yang Guo that little beast that day. Unexpectedly, after that day, not only did you not leave, but occupied the ancient tomb. Okay, these are none of my business, you better hand over Yang Guo quickly, otherwise, my Quanzhen Sect will break through your ancient tomb. ”

Zhao Zhijing remembered Zhao Yi's voice and threatened.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Zhao Yi casually broke off two branches, used his internal force, and used all his strength as a hidden weapon to project towards Zhao Zhijing. He originally wanted to scare Zhao Zhijing away, but he didn't want to have anything to do with the Quanzhen Sect. But who knows, Zhao Zhijing did not learn the lesson of being broken by him last time, but threatened him. This made him speechless, and he was ready to teach Zhao Zhijing a lesson. After all, he couldn't compete with the Quanzhen Sect now, and he didn't want to offend the Quanzhen Sect too much.

"Ah......h

Zhao Zhijing screamed, covered his pierced arm, glanced at the direction of the dense forest with resentment, and shot towards the Quanzhen Sect. He never imagined that a person he thought was just taking advantage of the weapon, coupled with good light skills, would shoot two branches and seriously injure him.

Zhao Yi lifted Yang Guo who had passed out in a coma and walked towards the ancient tomb. As for Zhao Zhijing's resentful glance after leaving, he didn't care. An ant-like figure, if it weren't for the scruples of the Quanzhen Sect, the branch just now would not have shot at the arm, but at the head.

Moreover, he has the self-confidence that he can have the strength to dominate the world in just a few years. A mere Quanzhen Sect, he has never paid attention to it. At that time, then Zhao Zhijing, if you don't mess with him, it's just that, if you provoke him, just erase it. If the Quanzhen Sect does not stop, then it will be destroyed. He is not a trouble-loving person, much less a benevolent person.