Ye Ziheng has been fighting with the white clay figurine for a long time. However, ye Ziheng finds that he can never beat the white clay figurine. Whenever he speeds up his speed, he will find that the white clay figurine's speed also speeds up and becomes faster than him. When he grits his teeth to improve his strength, he finds that the white clay figurine's strength is stronger.

This time ye Ziheng is really autistic. He feels that the white clay figurine seems to be throwing himself to play. Obviously, he is better than him, but he just doesn't show it. First, he takes out a little bit of strength and acts as if he is a little bit stronger than ye Ziheng. However, whenever ye Ziheng tries to raise his attack power or speed, he is disgusted and raises his own reality power.

It's like playing boss in a game. After fighting with boss for a while, you find that each time is not enough to kill the boss, so you start to practice level. After a long time of practice, you come back to fight the boss again. In a war with boss, the result is the same as last time, even if you have higher weapons and higher level But boss can always leave a trace of blood at the last moment, so that you can't kill him and disgust you with strength.

Ye Ziheng is really about to collapse. He would like to throw the sword in his hand, and then swing this son of a bitch with his bare hands. But ye Ziheng knows that it is unrealistic to do so. White clay figurine is not stupid to accompany him to lose weapons.

Even if the white clay figurine really did that, the result would be that ye Ziheng almost beat the white clay figurine, and the white clay figurine just won on that silk, which was more disgusting.

"Boy, don't give up. If I'm not wrong, this white thing should be used to test your strength, how strong you can be, and how much inheritance you can get in the end."

In ye Ziheng's mind came the voice of the devil. Hearing this, he was in a hurry.

"Can this thing be defeated?"

Ye Ziheng asked, since there is a heritage to take, it is natural to do the best.

"Yes, and it's very simple."

"What?"

"You first practice to the best or real world, so he can never be better than you."

"You can go."

Ye Ziheng said with disdain.

"Anyway, you can't think about defeating him. It's impossible. Don't think you're very powerful. You have to go against the weather. This guy's top level cultivation is about nine level level level. Unless you think you can beat the nine level martial arts, and it's better than the nine level martial arts, you can't think about it."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng's original fantasy of defeating the white clay figurine was directly broken. However, since he knew that he could not be defeated, ye Ziheng suddenly felt that the whole man was relaxed a lot. Looking at the white clay figurine floating in the air, his face showed a faint smile.

The white clay figurine saw ye Ziheng suddenly appear. Without saying a word, he just hit the sword and chopped at ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng didn't panic at all. Although he knew that he couldn't fight, he still wielded his sword and cut his sword Qi. But this time, ye Ziheng didn't just cut a common sword Qi, but he cut ten swords in succession.

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