I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Sneer!"

The buckler suddenly became powerful, releasing a strong flame from the inside.

Rao is the defensive power is amazing, Hei Ye was also burned by the fire, and a pungent burnt smell appeared on his body, and his whole body was convulsed.

However, although this fellow doesn't seem to be tuned on weekdays, he is extremely vicious at critical moments. Therefore, he roared: "Do you think your black grandfather is so bully?"

In the flash of lightning, hundreds of runes flew out of his hand and quickly poured into the round shield.

The buckler halted suddenly, as if frozen. After that, a strong and extremely radiant light began to bloom from its body.

Those rays of light continued to condense, becoming crystal clear like flowing water, rotating around the buckler, and finally settled down.

This process just ended, the round shield suddenly disappeared!

Looking at the strength of Heiye's cultivation base, he is obviously strong!

"Sure enough, weird!"

Yang Lie's eyes condensed to the extreme!

If he was only suspicious before, then he can almost be sure now—

There must be someone behind the three-point return array!

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain this third level.

Hei Ye suffered heavy losses in the battle of the Ancestral Dragon Clan that year. To restore his strength, the best way is to refine! Or repair the Dao Qi!

This third hurdle was set up entirely for him.

The person behind that was able to pull out so many broken Dao tools in one fell swoop, and he knew what Hei Ye needed, the hidden power was simply terrifying!

"Om!"

Without waiting for Yang Lie to think further, the situation before him changed drastically.

After a thick cloud of light floated, a bridge appeared!

Stretching for tens of thousands of miles, there is no marginal bridge!

"Bridge on the other side! It really is that old guy."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded from the proud mouth.

His tone was full of memories, and he couldn't hear the specific emotions.

"old man?"

Yang Lie couldn't help but shake--

Ao has always been arrogant, even if he is a dignified ancestor, he is at best a somewhat stronger opponent in his eyes.

But now, it can be clearly felt that there is a trace of respect in his tone!

What kind of existence can convince people of his arrogant temperament?

An answer came to mind!

However, without waiting for Yang Lie to ask, the bridge in front of the other quayside changed again—

"Buzzing!"

The entire bridge body began to tremble quickly, and large pieces of "stone" fell one after another, making the bridge on the other side seem incomplete.

Looking closer, it seemed that there was a powerful force that was beating the bridge body in sections, so that the bridge body stones kept falling.

"That is?"

Suddenly, Yang Lie noticed that there was a break in the front of him, and that invisible force gradually revealed its true meaning.

That was a bald young man who was eight feet tall and looked extremely handsome!

This young man looked like a monk and not a monk. His face was white and jade, as if he had been peeled from the lotus root. It was even worried that it would be overturned by a gust of wind.

However, his actions have overturned all impressions of his fragile appearance——

"Long! Long! Long!"

The bald young man slowly blasted his punches at the bridge deck below him.

At first glance, there does not seem to be any surprises in his shots, but if you look carefully, it will make people's minds condensed, and they can't help but take a cold breath.

Every time he punches, he can see the void rippling layer by layer under his fist body, forming incomparably deep ripples!

It seemed that even the space was driven by his boxing power, and they rolled down together!

"Jade face fist saint."

An arrogant and indifferent voice sounded, "This person proves Dao with his fist! The fierce power of his fist once forced the Ten Hunyuan College's ‘prime mentors’ together with his own strength, and he broke into the core campus all the way."

Yang Lie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, just from these faint words, he could see how amazing this jade-faced fist saint was.

He also knows now that the so-called "Prime Teacher" is a unique honorable title of Hunyuan Academy, and the strength of the instructor must at least reach the half-step source realm to be eligible!

This jade-faced fist saint can force ten such strong men to retreat for it, and one can imagine the powerful strength he possesses.

"and after?"

Yang Lie couldn't help asking.

"The old man made a move."

There was a faint remembrance and respect in the arrogant voice, and he groaned for a while and then said, "The old man punched, and the jade face fist saint conceded on the spot, willing to follow behind."

"hiss!"

Yang Lie opened his eyes violently: a punch?

Just a punch?

With one punch, is it to make the heavenly arrogant bow down?

Suddenly, a powerful force swept over, and Yang Lie's body immediately flew forward uncontrollably and came to Jade Face Fist Sage.

Only by standing in front of this Tianjiao, can we more truly feel the majestic pressure brought by him——

The fist that lingers around him all the time, shakes the sky and the earth, even if it has not been displayed, it can bring a huge sense of oppression.

"Boom!"

The Jade Face Fist Sage raised his eyes, and as soon as he noticed Yang Lie, the fist in his hand hit him.

Ordinary punches, the power brought by Yang Lie's foot, the bridge deck was shattered every inch, and even the void was densely covered with layers of cracks, as if it was frozen instantly and then exploded!

"So strong!"

Yang Lie couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath, his body shape wanted to change suddenly.

As a result, his face changed in horror--

He found that his body was completely blocked, no matter if it was a moment of shadow, or the Dayan Ferocious Star Formation, all could not be used.

At this moment, the only means he can push is "punch"! Eight pulse holy fist!

"Boom!"

In a hurry, Yang Lie shook his right hand violently and shook his fist.

In an instant, the eight dragon-shaped fists roared and rushed out, rushing to the fist of the jade face fist saint. Since cultivating the first generation of Hongmeng, Yang Lie has been able to use the power of Hongmeng to a certain extent.

Therefore, in this fist light, there is also a faint purple air current. The power of that energy also makes the space tremble!

"Flashy."

However, such a powerful blow was only so evaluated in the mouth of Jade Face Fist.

Immediately, I saw the ordinary punch of the jade face fist sage, and he smashed the eight dragon-shaped fists to pieces on the spot, and then slammed into Yang Lie's heart!

"Damn it!"

Yang Lie changed color in amazement.

Judging from the power that this jade-faced fist saint could destroy the bridge over the other shore, even if he had cultivated into the first generation real body of Hongmeng, Yang Lie did not have any confidence to withstand this punch.

Unfortunately, no matter how eager or unwilling he was, the rest of his body never responded, as if all fell into a deep sleep.

Then, he watched as the punch hit his heart!

"what?"

An unexpected thing happened.

Although this punch was smashed in a mighty force, Yang Lie found that he had not received any serious injuries at all. Instead, a gentle force rolled from that fist and swam around his body in a blink of an eye.

Soon, Yang Lie found that his understanding of boxing skills had become much deeper!

The body represents the perception of Eight Meridian Sacred Dao Fist, which is rapidly increasing, and it rises to a large level in a blink of an eye.

"This esotericism is actually improving!"

Yang Lie was surprised and happy, never expecting such benefits.

However, the other side clearly bestowed him the jade-faced boxing master with great martial arts inheritance, but he was dissatisfied: "So weak and small! Is it worthy of God's favor?"

There was huge disdain and reluctance in his tone, but he didn't stop his shot, he still smashed his punch.

"Come again!"

Since Yang Lie has cultivated, his strength has been comparable to that of the mid-level domain master.

Even if he is in the heavens, he can be regarded as a strong one, and he is naturally arrogant in his heart. Therefore, even if the Jade Face Fist Saint was a generation of Tianjiao, Yang Lie was so ridiculed by him, Yang Lie was filled with depression.

So, he took a long breath, the energy in his body was surging, and the purple energy was so strong that it was almost condensed into shape!

The power of Hongmeng's first real body was urged to the extreme, and his face was covered with a faint purple light.

"It's a bit more to watch."

The jade face fist sage slightly constrained a bit of mockery, but he still didn't like it.

Sure enough, under his fist, Yang Lie's shot this time only persisted for a little longer, before it was destroyed again.

Along with the fist falling, Yang Lie felt another influx of insights, and the esotericism of the Eight-Medition Holy Dao Quan continued to improve!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Once, again.

Under the constant "destruction" of the Jade Face Fist Sage, Yang Lie continued to lose, but the secrets were getting stronger and stronger, and the power of his shots was constantly improving.

Finally, the purple air lingered in his eyes, as bright as the substance.

A sharp and unparalleled light burst out, and Yang Lie's brilliant eyes stared at the Jade Face Fist Sage: "Senior, please take me again!"

"Buzzing!"

With the lifting of the right fist, eight dragon-shaped fists appeared, and the swaying made the void rumbling.

This time, those fist lights did not rush out in a hurry, but gathered in his palm like a shock, and quickly condensed into a brilliant golden bead——

"Zhenyuan Shenzhu!"

Obviously, this is the supreme sense of "Zhenyuan Boxing" of the Eight Channel Holy Dao Quan. However, unlike the previous ones, this time Yang Lie’s Zhenyuan Divine Orb was not pure energy, but a small purple dragon shadow swimming in it!

The dragon shadow is constantly swimming, although it does not seem to be very majestic, but every inch of the body is condensed with the most original wave, and every movement seems to be able to scroll the stars——

First Generation!

In this punch, the true body of the first generation Zulong was condensed!

"boom!"

Both fists blasted.

A smile of appreciation finally appeared at the corner of Yumian Quansheng's mouth, and then his fist was slowly dissipated, and even his figure continued to collapse.

The scattered light was floating, and every bit was flying continuously, blending into Yang Lie's body.

Yang Lie found that his Eight-Medition Sacred Dao Fist Secrets had been completely stabilized, and if his rank were to be assessed now, it would be enough to win the third class!

Such an improvement is simply terrifying.

A curly voice rang in his ears: "Di Zun's vision is really good, boy, don't humiliate my fist!"

Yang Lie was slightly startled, if he realized something...

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