Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng was a little surprised when he was broken by a word. It seemed that this thin old man was also a master of mind attack.

Mind attack, this has always been Ye Feng's repeated attempts to secretly attack.

Apart from Mr. Mo Da, few people really know.

Ye Feng Ye Feng looked at the skinny old man and sensed the violent internal force in his body. The old guy was at least in the middle of the congenital realm.

Ye Feng also felt that the other party's internal forces were all converging within the Dantian, did not operate in the meridians, and could not fully confirm the true strength.

The old man was obviously intentionally hiding his strength.

Ye Feng with a teasing smile: "You are really boring, there is a saying that you can't say it if you see it, you have to say it, it's not fun."

The skinny old man said with a cold face: "Boy, if you kill my four apprentices and want me to play with you, how can I feel this way."

Ye Fengxie said with a smile: "Old man, you mean I killed them with my mind, but you are wrong, I not only killed four of your apprentices, there are three more wood factories, yes, there is also a name called Chen Wu guy, is it your apprentice?"

Ye Feng's words are like steel needles, and every sentence greatly hurts the nerves of the skinny old man, his eyes become more fierce, and his expression is almost crazy: "They, are they all killed by you?"

With a thoughtful look, Ye Feng counted his fingers awkwardly, then laughed smugly as if he had solved a big problem: "The three in the wood factory, plus Chen Wu and his apprentice, and this Four guys, haha, thin old man, you have nine disciples in Tian Quan Men who died in my hands."

Tianquanmen is a small ancient Wumen faction. A few generations add up to dozens of disciples. The thin old man took only ten disciples in his lifetime. All of them were destroyed by Ye Feng at once, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him directly.

The thin old man was screamed with anger: "Wow wow wow, I have any grudges and hatreds with you. You actually killed all my disciples. I won't break you up for thousands of corpses today. I can't get rid of my hatred."

Ye Feng sneered, and the power of thought rises again, the invisible power of thought rushed over silently, but by the side of the thin old man, it was like a mud cow like a sea, disappearing without a shadow.

A look of consternation flashed across Ye Feng's face. Since his thoughts entered the realm of the medical god's heart, and the inheritance of the blood of the ancient gods, he became stronger and stronger. He could even control the other's mind and confuse people.

Even Mr. Mo Da, the congenital peak of Fang Cunshan, could not resist under this kind of thought, but this thin old man was almost immune to his thought.

The thin old man sneered with a shadow: "Your mind can control my apprentices to let them kill each other, but you can't control me."

Ye Feng's heartstrings moved, and he felt some changes in the thin old man, which was invisible to the naked eye.

Zhimingshen's eyes secretly observed, and only then found a thin blue light on the thin old man's body, slowly flowing.

The skinny hands of the thin old man soared their blue muscles, and they suddenly rose several times. Outside the rumpled skin, the layer of blue light was obviously very strange.

Not only did his fist multiply several times, but even his bones swelled.

The curved hunchback became straight, and his eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent, like an old man who was just about to die, and in the blink of an eye, he became a brave man full of blood.

At this time, Ye Feng accurately saw that the old man's cultivation practice had reached the peak of the ancient Wu congenital peak.

The old man's fists alternated, like a pair of dancing sledgehammers, caught in the strong wind, and rushed towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng sees clearly, this is the most essential skill in Tianluo fist, Jiu Zhuan Tianluo.

Jiu Zhuan Tian Luo's deepest realm hides nine kinds of changes, and shows different potentials from nine directions.

Layer after layer, endless and endless potential.

Jiuzhuan Tianluo is similar to the four-strike surge of the emperor, and even has capacity from nine different directions, which is more subtle than the nine-layer surge.

Baldness used the same moves as Chen Wu once, but the cultivation method was different. The same moves were used, and the power was also very different.

The bald head and Chen Wu waved like a child. They couldn’t bear the heavy hammer. The surface was very loud and very scary. In fact, they couldn’t play the nine layers of cleverness in Jiu Zhuan Tian Luo.

Not only was it unable to display the essence, but was dragged down by it, clumsy and clumsy.

In the hands of this thin old man, Jiu Zhuan Tian Luo exerted its greatest power and endless energy, pouring in from all directions.

Ye Feng secretly wondered, feeling that all directions were surging dark energy.

For others, this exquisite move may feel unpredictable and difficult to resist. Even if it is changed to a great one, you have to be careful and not dare to take it lightly.

But for Ye Feng, who had studied the four styles of the Emperor of Thailand, Jiu Zhuan Tian Luo was more subtle and more than enough to deal with.

It is not that the four strikes of the Thai emperor are more exquisite and complicated than the Jiuzhuan Tianluo, but that the four strikes of the emperor are very suitable for the blood of the ancient god family such as Ye Feng, which can best stimulate the potential of Ye Feng.

The four strikes of the Thai emperor were created by the Taihuang Protoss Taihuang. Compared with the more combat skills in the world, the most powerful of the ancient Protoss bloodline can be inspired.

The four strikes of the Thai emperor, although there are only four styles, are the root of any combat skill in the world. It is not only a move, but also a most basic combat skill, the essence of martial arts and the essence of martial arts.

It does not have any fixed form. Ye Feng also gradually realized the three, six and nine floors of the surge during the recent battle.

The four surges of the Thai emperor are not one-shot moves, but an unpredictable, never-behaved movement, a martial art thought that can be understood, innovative, and a realm.

It can deduce the ever-changing moves from one action. It can be one layer, two layers, hundreds of layers, endless. The biggest advantage is that the divine power in the blood of the ancient gods can be fully exerted.

It is like a paintbrush, which can be imagined by Ye Feng. At different times, in different places, and in disagreement, it draws different moves. It is a line that never has a fixed format and no borders.

Jiuzhuan Tianluo is no less subtle, but in Ye Feng’s eyes, it is still a fixed line with limited moves, so it is obviously inferior to the four hits of the Emperor.

This kind of comprehension cannot be experienced by ordinary ancient warriors, and only Ye Feng, who is a demigod, can understand it.

Looking at the fist attacked, it turned into nine fist shadows in different directions. Ye Feng was a little excited, just like a child accidentally captured the highlight of life from the plain nature.

When the surge of my Emperor's four strikes is exerting its endless potential, can it not change the angle of attack?

(End of this chapter)