Demon Eye Shura

Zhuo Wenzhan's murderous intent was already on the rise, his body turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Zhuo Yifan.

"Today, I will let you, a newborn calf, know what is called innate spiritual realm! What is spiritual power!"

The pupils dilated, the palms were clenched, the orange light flickered, the spiritual power of the two fists condensed, and the aura turned into a wandering dragon, flashing out.

It's another king-level high-level spiritual skill, Shenglongquan!

Rising Dragon Fist is very powerful, and only those above the early stage of the Innate Spiritual Realm can learn it. It is like a dragon soaring to the sky, and its power is infinite.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the field held their breath.This Zhuo Wenzhan clearly wanted to put Zhuo Yifan to death!

Zhuo Yifan squinted his eyes slightly, quickly calmed down his soul, and felt the domineering power of Shenglongquan.

His body was in the violent spiritual wave, despite the turbulent undercurrent, he was as unshakable as a mountain, he exhaled lightly, the stellar energy was wrapped around his palm, and he watched with his heart the changes in the number of punches Zhuo Wenzhan made, and cooperated with the technique of body training , lowered his body suddenly, and silently said: "Iron Arm!"

"boom!"

With the sound of shouting in his heart, the violent impact hit the iron arm again.The air oscillated slightly, and invisible spiritual power rushed over. At the same time as the air wave rolled, there was a muffled sound. The explosive force resounded through the Zhuo family courtyard, and it seemed that Zhuo Yifan had already been killed.

"what!……"

However, Zhuo Wenzhan's heart-piercing howl came out, and with a crackling sound, the bone of the right fist he just struck immediately shattered.

Everyone's eyeballs popped out, and they focused their eyes on Zhuo Wenzhan again, wondering if this old man let go again?

"This Rising Dragon Fist is at least stronger than Ten Elephants when it erupts. This kid's defense is so high, how far has he reached? Is he really just perfecting his body?"

Everyone was shocked.

The mighty Rising Dragon Fist is useless under the hard iron arm of twenty layers of elephant skin, it is as weak as scratching an itch.

Not only did Zhuo Yifan not feel too much pain.On the contrary, it was the reaction force caused by the Rising Dragon Fist that made Zhuo Wenzhan suffer a lot.

Looking at Zhuo Wenzhan, who was blowing his swollen right fist and howling again and again, the audience quickly stirred after a slight silence. The previous shock had not disappeared, and the horror in everyone's hearts was churning again.

Those who once ridiculed Zhuo Yifan and despised Zhuo Yifan because of the quality of their souls felt utterly ashamed.

Where is this waste?The level of perfect body training can actually beat the second master of the Zhuo family who is innately spiritually perfect.Among the young people, who can do it?

"Damn it! It's too perverted! Sincerity, benevolence, and courtesy are nothing more than a fart. The second master has been beaten like this. What can that fatty Zhuo do?"

"By the way, who saw Zhuo Yifan make a move just now? Why did the second master strike first every time, and Zhuo Yifan didn't move, but the second master was injured instead?"

"What do you know! This is called a master! If you can see him make moves so easily, is it still called a master?"

……

The noise soared to the sky, and this sudden change caught everyone by surprise.

Zhuo Wentian was standing next to Zhuo's mother, the two of them looked at each other, half-smile, but they couldn't believe it.

Zhuo Hanlan stared blankly at the dark-faced, resolute-eyed young man, a surge of sourness surged out, which made her eyes turn red, and finally wiped away her tears, so moved that she couldn't help shedding tears.

"Lie Lang, have you seen it? Our Fan'er has grown up."

"What's going on? Did you take the magic elixir?" Seeing this scene, Zhuo Wentian was dumbfounded.He knew his grandson's situation very well, not to mention that he hadn't taught Zhuo Yifan spiritual skills, he hadn't even taught him combat skills.I planned to wait for Zhuo Yifan to achieve the innate spiritual realm and know how to use spiritual power before teaching.However, Zhuo Yifan's performance today was beyond his expectation.

"Could it be? Is there an expert to help?"

Looking at Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Wentian's pupils shrank. He twisted his beard and thought about it, and couldn't help but sighed a long time.He found that the back of his grandson suddenly became so mysterious.

"How could this be... Impossible!" Zhuo Wen's face turned blue from the pain. In this situation, it was the same as before, all his strength was backlashed back, and his eyes stared at Zhuo Yifan with a slightly chubby body. Moved a few steps forward, "I must beat you to death!"

"kill!"

He was ruthless, moving like lightning, and came to Zhuo Yifan in an instant. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, a strip of orange aura burst out of his body and condensed into an orange tiger. His sharp teeth were set off by the orange aura. Down, shining with a cold luster.

"It's actually a fierce tiger made of condensed spiritual power!"

Zhuo Wentian's eyes widened in astonishment on the spot, and he rushed up to the stage, "To be forced to use spiritual power to transform a tiger, that is a killer move to use spiritual power to expand the flow of spiritual power and consume spiritual power at the risk of bursting the meridians. Do not use it as a last resort!"

"That's the end! Let me die!" Zhuo Wenzhan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The tiger raised its head and roared, bringing strong wind pressure.It made Zhuo Yifan's black hair dance with the wind.Facing the tiger with spiritual power, Zhuo Yifan did not back down, staring at the tiger with cold black eyes, concentrating all his attention.

The oppression brought by this attack to everyone is not insignificant.

With a roar of the beast, the fierce tiger rushed towards Zhuo Yifan all at once, it bared its fangs and claws, and its face was majestic.

He clenched his right fist tightly, bent his body slightly, like a sensitive wild leopard, was silent for a moment, and then rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

Choose head-to-head!

"Idiot! This spiritual tiger has at least the power of fifteen elephants!" Zhuo Wentian stomped his feet anxiously, watching Zhuo Yifan rush over.He swore in his heart: If his grandson made a mistake, he would kill Zhuo Wenzhan immediately, and then kill that fat man.

What kind of brotherly love is pure bullshit!The grandson is gone, so what's the matter?

"Iron Fist!"

A muffled groan sounded in his heart, Zhuo Yifan's fist turned into pale golden metal skin the moment it rushed over, and collided with this spiritual tiger under the horrified eyes of everyone.

Boom!

A tiger and a man collided in mid-air, and a strong storm was instantly rolled up, and the whole person was blown away by this force again.In horror, I saw the young figure in the sky fall firmly on the ground like it was the first time.

On the other side, everyone watched in amazement at the spiritual tiger in mid-air, which disintegrated in an instant!

Zhuo Wenzhan's ferocious face relaxed, and his face suddenly became pale, with blood continuously flowing from his mouth.Now he is not only suffering from external injuries, the spiritual tiger is made of internal force, he was defeated all of a sudden, and the internal situation is also a mess!

The battle is over!

A strong man who was congenitally perfect in the spiritual realm and controlled the power of the eight phenomena was defeated by a junior who had perfected his body.This is the shame of his life, a stain that can never be erased.

hiss! ——

Everyone gasped, and everyone was horrified, as if they had heard the scariest ghost story.

If we say that the first success is a fluke.

The second success was accidental.

What about the third success? ...

This is nothing short of miraculous!

"How is this possible? A strong man in the innate spiritual realm was defeated like this? Can anyone tell me what happened just now?"

"Zhuo Wenzhan is a ruthless guy, how could he show mercy to our young master?" A left-wing guard also became puzzled.

"It's over, it's over! Now that Second Young Master Zhuo has become so powerful, we should surrender quickly...he must be the future Patriarch..."

"Yeah! The last soul test was definitely wrong! He is simply a peerless genius!"

The right-wing elements saw the shock created by Zhuo Yifan, and all of them were shaken by the army and had the intention of betrayal.

"...This is my grandson? Okay, okay!" Zhuo Wentian's eyes were full of surprises. He felt sorry for the quality of his grandson's soul, but he didn't expect that it would turn around now.Watching Zhuo Yifan create miracles again and again, he couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

Zhuo Wen Zhan originally wanted to use this opportunity to defeat and maim Zhuo Yifan, and get back the spirit stone by the way, but he didn't expect to end up like this, it was a real slap in the face.

After a while, Zhuo Wenzhan, who ended in a disastrous defeat, gradually regained consciousness.

He was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, eyes closed, his heart seemed to be bleeding, and his messy hair was mixed with the blood on the ground.He could faintly hear the taunts from the people around him.

He heard these voices a lot.Zhuo Yifan has always been ridiculed by others.Unexpectedly, this time it was actually his turn.

There was a burning pain on his face, every word, every word was like a sharp sword, piercing through his confidence and glory as a leader of the Zhuo family!