Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

Speaking of Zhang Lingyu, although Zhang Zhiwei also agreed that he was a rare genius, his talent did not exceed the general expectations of the alien world.

According to the normal cultivation process, if Zhang Lingyu continued to work hard, he would most likely reach the level of Ding Shimaan - this is undoubtedly a remarkable achievement.

Zhang Chulan is different. He has extraordinary potential and qualifications. As long as he is given sufficient resources and time, he is very likely to break through the existing cognitive shackles and move towards an unprecedented new height.

"The root of all Qi, the vast cultivation of all calamities, to prove my supernatural powers, inside and outside the three realms, only Tao is supreme, the body has golden light, covering my body."

As Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu chanted the spell of the Golden Light Mantra in unison, their bodies were gradually surrounded by golden Qi, as if bathing in the golden sacred light.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan finally showed his true cultivation. The powerful aura emanating from his body made every alien present feel unprecedented pressure.

"Is this the same Bu Yao Bi Lian we know?" On the stands, a stranger exclaimed in amazement, with surprise and disbelief intertwined in his voice.

Under the blessing of the golden light, Zhang Chulan's body seemed to be infused with divine power, his movements were more rapid and his skills were more agile.

Zhang Chulan suddenly swung a heavy punch, aiming directly at Zhang Lingyu's forehead.

Zhang Lingyu had never expected Zhang Chulan to launch such a decisive attack, so he could only fight hastily, crossing his arms across his chest to block the sudden heavy punch.

Fortunately, with the protection of the golden light, Zhang Chulan's fierce attack did not cause any real harm to Zhang Lingyu.

However, Zhang Lingyu did not relax because of this. He controlled the golden light around his body and condensed it into a huge golden palm. With a fierce blow, he knocked Zhang Chulan out.

Before Zhang Chulan could stand firm, Zhang Lingyu had seized the opportunity, approached quickly, and hit him directly between the eyebrows with a palm.

Facing this lightning-fast attack, Zhang Chulan was not afraid at all. He quickly gathered the golden light in his body and condensed it into a point, taking Zhang Lingyu's fatal palm strike head-on.

The deafening sound of the collision echoed throughout the venue, and some weaker aliens covered their ears to reduce the impact of the deafening sound.

At this moment, many aliens sat up straight and stared at the ring intently.

Originally, they thought that this match would be a one-sided crushing by Zhang Lingyu, but they didn't expect that Zhang Chulan could fight Zhang Lingyu so hard.

Although Zhang Chulan showed his outstanding strength and potential, he still seemed a little inferior to Zhang Lingyu.

After all, it is indeed very difficult to surpass a top talent like Zhang Lingyu in just one month.

Judging from the golden light covering the two people, Zhang Chulan's golden light is obviously inferior to Zhang Lingyu in terms of flow speed and coverage area, which also reflects the gap in their strength to a certain extent.

After several rounds of fighting, Zhang Chulan clearly felt the pressure.

Zhang Lingyu's attack was heavier than he expected, and he felt reluctant every time he took it.

As the situation gradually became unfavorable to him, Zhang Chulan decided to take a more risky strategy.

He stomped his foot on the sand of the ring, and in an instant, the entire ring was covered with dust.

Zhang Lingyu gently waved his sleeves, and the dust around him was immediately cleared away.

At this time, Zhang Chulan's figure had disappeared from the ring.

Suddenly, Zhang Chulan fell from the sky and attacked Zhang Lingyu with a heart-piercing kick.

Zhang Lingyu reacted quickly and forced Zhang Chulan to give up this attack with a whirlwind kick.

When Zhang Chulan landed, Zhang Lingyu did not choose to pursue the victory, but stood there and watched him quietly. "Not bad, you can make such great progress in just one month. I finally understand why Master values ​​you so much." Zhang Lingyu's words revealed his praise for Zhang Chulan's progress, but his heart was in turmoil.

The last time they met, Zhang Chulan was unable to resist his casual attack, but now he can fight him for several rounds without losing.

Such a speed of improvement moved Zhang Lingyu, who was always calm.

"Now that the warm-up is over, it's time to use real skills." Zhang Lingyu said, and the golden light on his body gradually dissipated.

Zhang Chulan also understood the other party's intention in an instant, and at the same time cancelled the golden light spell on his body, ready to meet the next challenge.

"Let me see if your thunder method has made such great progress as your golden light spell." Zhang Lingyu's body began to flash black lightning, while Zhang Chulan's body lit up white lightning.

The crackling sound on the ring kept ringing, as if it was a fierce confrontation between two forces.

Many aliens who were not sure of their own strength left the front of the stands one after another, fearing that they would be affected by this battle.

"Yin Wu Lei Fa, Palm Thunder." Zhang Lingyu shouted, and the black lightning gathered in his palm, forming a thunder ball that suddenly blasted towards Zhang Chulan.

"Yang Wu Lei Fa, Palm Thunder." Zhang Chulan was not to be outdone, and also used Palm Thunder to meet it.

The white lightning and the black lightning collided fiercely in the air, bursting out dazzling light and deafening thunder.

For a moment, countless lightning escaped from the place where the two collided, and when they touched the surface of the ring and the defense of the stands, they smashed everything they encountered.

"What an exaggerated performance, old master, you really made a lot of money this time." Lu Jin casually slapped away the lightning that was scattered. This level of aftermath was nothing to a master like him at the level of the top ten.

On the ring, Zhang Lingyu gradually fell into a disadvantage in the fight.

Yin Wu Lei itself is not suitable for frontal attack. It is obviously using one's own shortcomings to attack the opponent's strengths when confronted with Zhang Chulan's Yang Wu Lei that can break all methods. It is really not easy to gain the upper hand.

In the next second, Zhang Chulan's palm lightning hit Zhang Lingyu, and the entire ring was covered with dust.

"It seems that I underestimated you." Zhang Lingyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed a trace of seriousness and determination.

Then, a large amount of black viscous substance began to gradually emanate from Zhang Lingyu's side.

Upon closer observation, these black substances are actually gathered lightning - dirty water thunder. They gathered around Zhang Lingyu, wriggling like countless tentacles, which made many viewers shudder.

"What the hell is this?"

"Is this still thunder?"

The strangers under the ring were talking about it. It was obvious that this kind of dirty water thunder was beyond their cognition.

At this moment, a steady stream of dirty water thunder flowed out from Zhang Lingyu's sleeves. These dirty water thunders were like viscous liquids, constantly eroding the surface of the ring.

Under Zhang Lingyu's control, they gradually surrounded Zhang Chulan, forcing him to retreat continuously.

Soon, only the small area where Zhang Chulan stood on the ring was not covered by dirty water thunder.

"Is this the real Yin Wu Lei? It looks like I don't want to touch it." Zhang Chulan stared at the dirty water thunder that was getting closer and closer, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face. This thing gives people a very bad feeling. Once you get stained, it will be difficult to get rid of it.