Greatest shooter ever

Chapter 75 I can see right away that you are not a good person!
"How dare you use the crowd to bully the few, commit murderous crimes, and eat me with the palm of your hand!"

On the side of the mountain road, a group of savages are besieging a young man in purple robes.

Yang Ming stood in the void, raising his hand to cast Vajra Palm.

But when he took a closer look, the situation was wrong!

It's not reckless bullying of young people.

It was the young man in purple robe who was using an extremely domineering palm technique.

This palm technique absorbs the grass and grass in the rivers and lakes, and directly sucks people dry.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ming knew that this was an extremely overbearing magic technique.

This kind of kung fu method absorbs people's blood, essence, and true energy, and the speed of cultivation is increasing day by day.

But cultivators are entangled in killing and evil, entangled in resentment, and sooner or later they fall into the devil's way and become a devil.

Therefore, this kind of skill is in the magic way, and very few people dare to practice it.

However, this method is most suitable for players.

The player's undead characteristic, through repeated deaths, can sharpen all the negative effects of this technique! (If it doesn't work, there is also the priest's purification and the holy knight's holy light strike!)
At this time, the teenager sucked one person after another.

This young man seemed innocent and simple, but his attack was so cruel!

Yang Ming's face darkened!
"Who are you, what is your surname, what sect and what sect, you dare to bully the weak and eat me!"

He shouted loudly, turned his Vajra Palm, and pressed it down with a volley.

The ferocious palm power descended from the sky.

Both the young man and the reckless Jianghu were shocked.

"Who are you, how dare you sneak up on me!" The young man showed a domineering look on his face, and his whole body was full of true energy!

In an instant, the wild grass in front of him was shaken into blood mist.

Facing the palm force falling from the sky, the young man exerted all his body power to the extreme, hitting the sky with both palms!

"I am Zhang Wu, a direct disciple of the Sacred Cult. What sect and sect are you, and what is your last name? Tell me quickly!!"

The boy clapped his hands and drank loudly.

The palms of the two collided, and there was a loud bang!
The boy trembled all over, and his face changed. Although he carried this palm, the extremely strong palm force caused him great pain all over his body.

The huge pressure actually pressed his feet into the soil abruptly!
puff!
The boy vomited blood!
"Holy Cult? I can see right away that you are not a good person. People from the Devil's Cult who dare to claim the Holy Cult are slapping me!"

Yang Ming snorted coldly, and slapped it down with the next palm!

Just now, he only used the Vajra Palm.

A simple vajra palm can do more than 7000 damage.

This time, Vajra Palm and Dragon Slayer Roar!
An incomparable palm force descended from the sky!

The young man touched the blood on his mouth, his face turned ferocious, and his clothes burst open.

The thin body of the young man suddenly began to swell, abruptly turning into a two-meter-tall giant with violent muscles.

Moreover, the young man exuded a powerful aura all over his body, and the powerful power contained in his body almost exploded him!

In this state, the youth's strength has at least tripled!
He crazily gathered the true energy in his body, gathered it on his hands, and then raised his hands to the sky.

He actually wanted to support Yang Ming's palm.

boom!
Vajra Palm Power Comes!

The boy's body bent his knees, supporting the Vajra Palm.

But this palm force is too great.

Moreover, the zhenqi of this palm force is so pure and fierce that it is unprecedented and unprecedented.

Under this palm force, the young man spurted blood from his pores, his skin exploded, and his muscles and bones were broken every inch of him!

"what!"

The vajra palm finally crushed the boy and hit the ground.

boom!
On the ground, a huge deep pit appeared, with a splash of black and red mud in the middle!
"The disintegration method of the heavenly demon? It's a small skill, but you dare to use an axe!"

Yang Ming looked indifferent.

In the Eastern Plane, the one who claims to be the Holy Cult is definitely the Demon Cult.

Moreover, the young man's blood-sucking skill, and the disintegration of the demon at the end, are the supreme secret method of the demon sect.

Martial arts practiced to the level of a teenager is almost equivalent to a player of level 150!
The disintegration of the demon and the blood-sucking power, Yang Ming also wanted it.

These two skills, in the hands of players, can be brought to the extreme.

In his hands, using infinite big moves to control, even reached the pinnacle!
"You killed Zhang Wu, a direct disciple of the Devil's Cult, and you gained 20 general experience!"

"You defeated a martial arts genius from the Eastern plane, do you count the number of defeats?"

"Not counted!"

Yang Ming directly refused!

Although this young man from the Devil's Cult is very talented, he hasn't grown up yet, and his strength is too weak.

Counting such opponents in the number of defeats will eventually bring down the rating.

Yang Ming flew down and checked it out.

It's all turned into mud, so naturally there is nothing to gain.

Moreover, generally few people would carry cheats with them.

If you want to harvest the cheats, you have to block the sect and ransack your home.

Seeing that there was nothing to gain, Yang Ming flew away!

After flying for about an hour, he suddenly stopped and looked down!
"Who are you, what is your surname, what sect and what sect, dare to bully the weak, commit crimes and murder, and eat me!"

……

Yang Ming acted chivalrously all the way, and soon came to Julu Mountain.

……

Julu Mountain

On the top of the mountain is a large flat land.

A total of twenty arenas are placed on it.

At this time, people from the world are competing in the arena.

On the top of Julu Mountain, countless people are watching.

"There are twenty arenas, and there are still eight days left. Whoever can occupy one of them will become a Taoist disciple!"

"And ah, it must be under the age of 20!"

People in the rivers and lakes talked a lot.

Yang Ming mingled among the crowd.

As he expected, the Xuanmen Selection Conference has already been held.

If you really wait until ten days later, you will be 100% in vain.

Opportunities are reserved for hardworking people.

Yang Ming was among the crowd, his eyes looked like the depths of Julu Mountain.

A woman in palace attire and three young men were standing on a high platform overlooking the ring.

The aura of these four people is extremely sublime, and there is an extremely powerful true energy field around them.

There is no doubt that these four are Taoist disciples.

If Zhang Wu of the Demon Sect is a level 150 disciple, these four sects can at least reach level 200!
Yang Ming's level 180 thief in his previous life was almost as strong as this.

Although the level of the 180-level thief is a bit low, it is not a big problem to kill the 200-level natives by virtue of the player's characteristics and skill advantages.

Yang Ming is only level 10.

But he is a double tenth level, and his attribute points are doubled.

Plus twelve pieces of equipment, the worst ones are all silver.

At this time, in terms of attributes, he has also reached the level of a 200-level naked player.

Compared with these four Taoist disciples, they are not bad at all.

Moreover, Yang Ming's attribute points are basically in intelligence, spirit, and body.

In terms of real strength, he can only be regarded as ordinary, not even as good as ordinary Jianghu people.

On the surface, he looks like a second-rate expert.

No one could see his true strength.

Moreover, with his infinite moves, Dragon Slayer's Roar, Vajra Palm, Triple Arrow..., he can easily coerce these Taoist disciples.

Of course, the four sons of Xuanmen are not vegetarians either!
"The strength of Xuanmen..." Yang Ming thought about it.

His experience told him so.

A sect like Xuanmen usually hides two kinds of people.

One is top talent.

Such people enjoy countless offerings in the sect, as long as they concentrate on practicing.

Generally will not come out.

Once it comes out, it will be unrivaled power!

The second type is those old monsters who have cultivated to an unfathomable level. They will only take action when the sect is in a catastrophe.

Neither of these will come out and move around.

Therefore, these four Xuanmen disciples can only be regarded as elite disciples.

"Looks like you have to be careful!"

Yang Ming said something to himself.

Seeing the whole leopard at a glance, seeing these four Taoist disciples, Yang Ming estimated his level in this eastern plane.

In the previous life, the battles for so many years were not for nothing.

According to experience, he decided to hang on first.

"Brother, who are the four over there?"

Yang Ming looked at the four Taoist disciples, and asked the people next to him.

Next to him was a handsome young swordsman.

The swordsman said: "These are the disciples of the four sects of Xuanmen, representing their respective sects, to receive a surprise attack!"

"Oh, are there four sects in Xuanmen? I'm new here, so please help me out!" Yang Ming asked humbly.

"You're welcome!" The swordsman enjoyed Yang Ming's respect, and he said kindly, "Spiritual Sword Sect, Holy Medicine Sect, Immortal Market Sect, and Holy Martial Sect, these are the four sects of Xuanmen. There are Martial Immortals who break through the void and ascend in the daytime!"

Breaking through the void, soaring in the daylight?
At least a full-level knight-level expert (level 300!)

"How do these twenty rings compare?" Yang Ming asked curiously.

"It's simple. Anyone who can occupy a ring can freely choose a sect to join!" The swordsman sized up Yang Ming and said, "Little brother, you can go up and have a try, and you have the right to practice!"

The implication is that although you are not strong enough to compete for the position of Taoist disciple, the most important thing is to participate, and it is not bad to go up and have fun.

"Oh, that's exactly what I mean too. I don't know if your brother is participating?" Yang Ming asked.

"Of course I'm here to participate!" The swordsman said indifferently: "It's a waste of time to fight now. I have to wait until the last day to go up. Besides, my opponent..."

The swordsman looked not far away.

Yang Ming followed his gaze and saw there, there was a handsome young man in a fine attire who was admired by all the stars!

"This is?"

"This is my opponent, the Seventh Prince!"

The swordsman looked serious.

Yang Ming shook his head, a struggle for power!
In this regard, he has no interest.

The biggest goal of his trip is to complete the epic mission and then plunder.

By the way, find out about Jiaolong!
PS: ——————

There is a setting in Chapter [-] that I forgot to write, and it has been added:

Players are in other planes, and if they want to learn martial arts, they must have cheat books.

Because of the cheats, the player's skill panel can be triggered.

If you hear the teachings with your ears, you can only cultivate yourself, and you cannot enter the skill system.

It cannot be upgraded with general experience.

Moreover, only those who have a deep understanding of this martial art and have practiced to a very high level can write cheats to become skills.

Ordinary people's manuscripts are useless!
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