A straightforward disciple, seeing that Yidong Nanming actually used this kind of trick to grind people, it was very likely to make the scene dull. Yu Wenhao, who became one-sided, was constantly eroded by Yidong Nanming with his pulse. In the end, he was blasted out of the fairy road fantasy realm. However, this is also a way to keep the victory! Yu Wenhao is naturally not easy to bully, seeing Jin Cancan's pulse attacking his body, his standing feet finally moved

Whoosh one――――

The speed is actually faster than Yidong Nanming, "This kid is so fast".

Yi Dong Nanming's breath was obviously stagnant, and the large area of pulse force he released just now was to predict that Yu Wenhao would not exceed that range, but he underestimated Yu Wenhao's movement speed and reaction ability.

Punch out!

Yu Wenhao was unceremoniously, and the dancing fist shadows, like clusters of blooming petals, shot out one ray of light after another in front of Yidong Nanming, and the scene was very beautiful.

"No, this kid's fist is so powerful!"

The audience below was finally surprised, and the moment Yu Wenhao punched, their eyes were full of surprise, no less than any previous Cheng dù, "This is definitely not something that the Yellow Level Ren can do..." He must be hiding the clumsy situation, Han Hui has a good show, and the young sect master's choice this time seems to be very correct."

Although the current pulse cultivation world pays more attention to the pulse technique, it is still the mainstream that relies on the pulse to improve its strength. The height of the pulse lies in improving oneself. Then you can use a more powerful vein, so to speak. Pulse cultivation is a bond, in order to improve the realm. Being able to use more powerful veins, the battle in the immortal realm of the Immortal Dao Illusion, the meat fist against the meat fist has long been rare, and in this case, most rookies who have just entered the inner door will do this.

The hand-to-hand fist duel between the masters, everyone has seen it for the first time, and this time they can satisfy their eyes!

Yu Wenhao is now entering the state relatively quickly, Yidong Nanming's defense is very strong, Yu Wenhao no longer has to be as afraid as before, and he has to worry about blasting the other party out of the Immortal Dao Illusion and then there is no object to practice.

The fist slowly used the second half of the second punch, Yu Wenhao quickly practiced "bang bang bang" Yu Wenhao only used physical strength, and the fist and the fist of Yidong Nanming constantly collided, Yu Wenhao felt it at all, and blindly used the boxing trick.

Yidong Nanming was numb, not elsewhere, but his fists and two arms. From the big arm downward, all of them were shocked by Yu Wenhao, even if they were blocked with the pulse force, Yu Wenhao's fist. is also like an awl, piercing in, and his fist, how did he know that the first emperor ascending dragon fist is the most essential part of the first emperor Qin Ying's life experience and condensation, much more powerful than his early creation of Zào's "Overlord Fist", although Yu Wenhao is just practicing, but deliberately speeding up, some incidental attack power, naturally showing great power.

"I have been practicing boxing since I was a child, and I have broken countless pieces of green steel stone, crushed it into powder, and after practicing boxing skills, it is the first time that I have this feeling! This kind of numbness and crispiness brought by the flesh has not been felt for about ten years, what kind of person is this battle!"

Although Yidong Nanming is not good at face, it is normal to feel that his strength is not good and admit defeat, but he wants to see the whole picture of Yuwenhao's boxing technique, so the gain is relatively large, but it is true that he may have the danger of breaking his arm, but in the immortal realm of immortal illusion, this is nothing, after all, the head is cut off and kicked as a ball, and in reality, it is still unharmed. All he lost was some Immortal Dao Coins, but he had a lot of money and didn't care about so much.

"His punches are too messy, his moves are weird, and they're so fast that they can't be seen clearly." When Yi Dong Nanming was stunned, Yu Wenhao's fist hit out like raindrops.

"Oh my God, since the young sect master entered the Immortal Dao Illusion Realm, I have never seen anyone fight him with his fists, and today is really an eye-opener."

"Yidong Nanming may lose today!"

Some fans who are not Yidong Nanming calmly analyzed. Because they found that Yidong Nanming was in a state of battle, while Yu Wenhao was completely immersed in his own world, and the method was playing cards according to the routine, completely ignoring the opponent's counterattack. The point is that Yidong Nanming can't pull out a counterattack at all. This feeling is like Yu Wenhao practicing boxing, and Yidong Nanming is like a standing target. Regardless of the other party's bombardment, some fans of Yidong Nanming's former glory still believe that Yidong Nanming will win, in their eyes, Yidong Nanming's fists are still constantly catching up with Yu Wenhao, although his arms are trembling, and even, there is a trace of blood, ticking out from the tiger's mouth of Yidong Nanming.

The fairy road fantasy is fully simulated in the real world. From the sense of touch, to the sense of sight and smell, etc., it is exactly the same as in reality, and the supporters of Yidong Nanming were suddenly silent.

Their young sect master, an eighteen-year-old genius, did not take any anti-heaven elixir, and only relied on his own cultivation to reach the fourth level of the heavenly vein, and this genius was being abused by a sixteen-year-old yellow-level kid on the field at the moment.

This made their hearts rise with great grief and indignation, and the power of this grief and indignation drove them to keep shouting out the voice of Yidong Nanming, and in the private ring, the sound of the tsunami suddenly rose one after another.

However, the facts are the facts, no matter what external factors can't change, Yidong Nanming's fists can no longer be raised, and under the urging of his strong will, he uses his leg method, although his leg method is not very good.

Constantly crazy, between the lightning and flint just now, Yu Wenhao has already finished practicing the second half of the second fist of the First Emperor Ascending Dragon Fist, and re-started the fist of the First Emperor Ascending Dragon Fist, to Yu Wenhao's surprise, the other party did not fall, but. The light in his eyes revealed that he continued to fight, and such a strong fighting spirit was the first time Yu Wenhao had seen it.

"The son of the sect master of the Six Yang Pavilion can actually have such perseverance and determination, and he will definitely be a character in the future. ”

"The First Emperor's Ascending Dragon Fist" is so against the sky, Yu Wenhao naturally knows that the Liuyang Pavilion is also divided into the cabinet and the outer cabinet, obviously this Yidong Nanming is the young pavilion master of the branch of the outer cabinet, and it is already very against the sky to have this strength.

Yu Wenhao's guess was indeed right, in addition to the advice that his father had to give, the armor was not right. There is no other vein, and since birth to growth, he has never taken the elixir to improve the realm, which can be said to be a piece of jade. Yu Wenhao looked at the blood sprinkled in the ring, and felt a little admiration in his heart, his fist slowed down, giving Yidong Nanming some space, just now he only cared about his own cultivation of boxing. But I didn't see the essence of Yidong Nanming's boxing technique.

Yu Wenhao knew very well that under the storm he had just now, it was extremely difficult for the other party to have a chance to fight back. And in that case, if you want to use a powerful boxing technique, you need to accumulate pulse power for a short time. It takes less than a second, but it never lasts.

Yidong Nanming finally found that the other party was looking at him. And from the look in his eyes, he can see that the other party appreciates him very much, and that kind of look seems to be the eyes of an elder above him.

He clearly knew that some geniuses could not be measured by normal eyes, such as himself in the eyes of ordinary disciples, and Zang Baoyu in the third district soared to the sky back then. Yidong Nanming didn't look at Yu Wenhao, but he could clearly feel that the other party's realm was definitely much lower than him, and it might even be below the triple level of the Heavenly Vein, and the sixteen-year-old master below the triple level of the Heavenly Vein had such combat power, if he said it, no one would believe it, and Nanming Wu was very clear, this person was in front of his eyes.

The Sect Master of the Six Yang Pavilion is surnamed Nan Ming, and the real name of Yidong Nan Ming is the opposite of his name in the Immortal Dao Illusion Realm, called Nan Ming Yidong.

"It may be the core disciple of the Inner Mountain of the Taichu Sect and Tianmu Mountain, seeing that he is very indifferent, showing a maturity that does not match his age, we will definitely become competitors in the future. ”

First there is a conjecture battle, and then there is sympathy, which is a great platform in the Immortal Fantasy Realm, and enemies can be set up in the Immortal Fantasy Realm. You can also make some friends. Gambling wars are generally two sides sympathetic to each other may become friends, but mostly, no one birds, the demon tribe and the demon beast forest help each other, but they can make a lot of friends.

"How did it slow down!"

Yidong Nanming just relied on his instinct to get out of his legs, and because of the recovery just now, the pulse power has already healed the two arms!

Seeing Yu Wenhao's inadvertent and slow punching, he didn't put himself in his eyes at all. Yi Dong Nanming's ignorant karma suddenly rose, "Damn, how did I forget, I was stunned by this kid's old punch!

He had never suffered such a big, passive setback, and was completely suppressed by the other party. Now that there is a gap, I realize that my absolute kill has not yet been used. "Willing to cut the emperor and dare to pull the emperor off the horse" What about your high cultivation! Yi Nanming was arrogant again, and a pair of flesh fists turned into black and black, like two big iron bumps.

The piercing metal sound of Zheng Zheng's fist breaking through the air came,

"It's kind of interesting".

Yu Wenhao froze for a moment, not as casual as Yuecai, and aimed at Yidong Nanming's fist and responded, the corners of Yidong Nanming's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling secretly, and his fists were extremely fast, and in an instant. has already been contacted, Yu Wenhao is very confident, just now Yi Nanming's strength, he has already detected seven, seven, eight or eight, and the opponent's strength is also at that level.

"No! there's something wrong!" Yu Wenhao was extremely relaxed, and Yi Dong Nanming's fist directly burst out two golden rays of light, the two of them were originally close to each other, and the two rays of light were like pythons that immediately wrapped Yu Wenhao's arms.

Yu Wenhao's fists suddenly couldn't move, and the two golden pythons circled around Yu Wenhao's arms three times, and went straight to Yu Wenhao's front door. The arm was entangled, Yu Wenhao wanted to hide and had nowhere to hide, "Whoa" The two golden pythons howled, opened their bloody mouths, and wanted to swallow Yu Wenhao.

"Suffered, some underestimate the enemy! This is the real strength of Yidong Nanming!"

Yu Wenhao's hand tightened, although his arm was entangled, but his fists could still move, his fists turned into palms, grabbed the back of the two giant pythons, and prevented the giant pythons from moving forward to devour themselves, and pulled vigorously, and the giant python was suddenly torn off by Yu Wenhao.

"Give me it!" Yi Dong Nanming came again. This is a series of attacks designed by him, generally "double python roots" will kill the vast majority of masters, the next move, there is no need to shoot, but Yu Wenhao actually vigorously pulled the double python, and threw it off, Yi Dong Nanming used this gap, used the strongest move, and the two fists came back and forth, like Changhong!

At this moment, the supporters of Yidong Nanming cheered, and their young sect master was able to turn defeat into victory at a critical moment, which was enough to make people happy.

They'd seen the long fist smash each other's heads to pieces countless times, so they had already begun to prepare to celebrate the victory, cheers and drumming mixed with noise.

Yu Wenhao took a step into Kun under his feet, and forcibly moved sideways out of a distance of ten zhang.

"Failed!

Yidong Nanming clearly felt that his two fists were basically seamless docking, and the moment Yu Wenhao grabbed the golden python, his later move came to him, but in the end, it still failed.

Ten zhang away, Yu Wenhao chuckled, today's harvest is not huge, if it weren't for Yidong Nanming. His second punch will not penetrate, although he has not yet become proficient, let alone condensed into a coherent fist, adding pulse power, etc., but the first step is finally completed, only that layer of window paper is missing.

Yidong Nanming's thief's heart is not dead, like an annoying fly following Yu Wenhao, his fists are fierce, and the waves of counterattack are higher and higher, and the shouts of everyone are almost about to break the private ring! Yu Wenhao thought in his heart, today's battle is over. It's time to wrap it up. There was a trace of pulse on the fist, and the golden fist stretched out into the sky, and danced downward twice to block the strange attack of Yidong Nanming.

"It hurts!" Yi Nanming's fist moved, and for the first time he felt pain, "He finally used his pulse!"

The original cheers below suddenly became quiet, because they found that Zhan's fists were actually full of pulse, and at the last moment of the battle, they knew what it meant. As soon as Yu Wenhao's fist was closed, the three hundred fists of the First Emperor's Ascending Dragon Fist suddenly condensed, and Yidong Nanming's eyes were blurred suddenly, but the feeling was still there, an extremely painful, crisp cracking sound of being bombarded, resounding throughout the private ring.

"The young sect master has lost." The young sect master really lost.

Off-the-field, there were constant sobs, and some of the male and female disciples who followed the two hundred fields of Yidong Nanming. They have a deep affection for him, but at this moment, their idol was blasted out of the immortal realm by this young disciple on the stage.

Ding,, the remaining immortal coins, four thousand and forty-five.

Level up: Yellow level has been leveled.