Young Martial God

Bang!

Countless strength wrapped Ye Zhi, and the cruel force attached to his body made him gasp cold air, with a face of pain.

Every part of the body is like being bitten by insects and ants, and the intense pain occupies Ye Zhi's mind.

"Shit, that's terrible."

Ye Zhi clenched his hand, scolded secretly, and his eyelids jumped up.

He gazed into the darkness, gritted his teeth, and with a touch of firmness in his eyes, he suddenly took a step to carry the force of brutality, and stepped forward.

Half an hour later, ye Zhi was about two feet away from the entrance. His body was shaking, his whole body was covered with blood, his face turned white, his breath was stagnant, and his face was ferocious.

"Shit, that's the limit." Ye Zhi looked back and muttered.

"Ha ha, although the power of manghuang has been diluted, it's not something that ordinary martial arts can afford. If you didn't rely on the blue spirit power before and let your body undergo tempering, plus the blessing of ten style boxing power, you can only stick to one Zhang at most." The old devil laughed.

"Ten style boxing power, why didn't you think of it?" Ye Zhi's eyes brightened.

Standing in the same place, he adjusted his breath and suddenly exerted his ten style fist power.

Bang bang!

Come on!

Ye Zhi's body trembles, spits blood out of his mouth, stares at the dark depth, and deep confusion rises in his eyes.

"What's going on? Why do I have a sense of desire? "

"It's not related to the power of swallowing, is it the power of ten style boxing?"

Ye Zhinian moved a little, hesitated for a moment, this time he did not use boxing, but used ten style boxing power.

Bang!

When the ten style boxing power was adjusted, ye Zhi's head gave a bang, a stronger idea than before came, as if there was an invisible force to make it go deep.

"It's not far ahead." Ye Zhi opens his eyes wide and stares at the front.

What is hidden in the strength of ten style boxing?

It can't be denied that it must be closely related to the strength and skill of ten style boxing.

"Let it go."

Ye Zhi clenched his teeth, took out a portion of spirit water and poured it into his mouth. On the one hand, he resisted the refining of the force of manghuang, and on the other hand, he restored his physical strength.

Physical strength continues to recover, although it is very slow under the force of manghuang, but ye Zhi can still feel the body slowly getting stronger.

As time goes by, ye Zhi moves forward step by step. When he reaches the limit, he stops to rest, and then moves forward when he recovers.

Under this kind of insistence, an hour actually passed.

Outside the cave, the guards are closing their eyes.

Suddenly there was a sound of walking, and the guard opened his eyes. When he saw someone coming, he got up again.

The man who came was a boy from the inner room. He looked at the empty cave and said with a smile, "no one is coming today?"

The guard gave a wry smile: "yes, there is. Just one, the New Ye Zhi."

"The man came to the cave?" The inner son was stunned, and then said with disdain, "how long has he been in?"

"How long?" When the guard was stunned, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly turned to look at the stone tablet. He was shocked and muttered to himself, "there was an hour, my God."

Hiss!

The inner son also saw the time on the stele, swallowed saliva, a face of incredible.

That person is not a state of mind, the first time into the hole can actually spend an hour, how to do it?

"Did the inscription fail?" The children in the inner room look confused.

"No way." The guard shook his head, confused.

"That's strange." Looking at the time above, he was puzzled. He gritted his teeth and took out the token: "I'll go and have a look."

The guard then responded and opened the cave for the inner son. The inner son collected the token and immediately disappeared into the cave.

Boom!

When he entered the wasteland cave, his inner son used the power mask. Even so, his face turned white because of his cruel power.

His eyes swept past, and when he saw the rickety figure in the distance, his pupils tightened.

"It's really that man. They're all six feet away." The son of the inner room stared at Ye Zhi's back, swallowed his saliva and murmured.

In the inner room when the children come in, ye Zhi is aware of it.

But he didn't have time for other people.

The centrifugal summoning place is getting closer, but also more difficult. The overwhelming force seems to tear it up and attack his body crazily.

"Well."

There was a groan in Ye Zhi's throat. His body shook and he almost fell to the ground, but he still supported him.

He stops, gasps, and exerts his mask.

Although the power mask didn't have much effect, it could buy him some time to adjust his breath.

After using the spirit water, after a while, I feel that I have recovered, and ye Zhi goes forward again.

As time goes by, the inner son behind can't hold on when he is three Zhang away.

He looks at Ye Zhi's figure as if he is looking at a monster. His despicable attitude towards Ye Zhi has retreated. No matter what his strength is, this situation has subverted his cognition.

The inner son left the cave helplessly.

Ye Zhi is left in the cave.

At the end of the second hour, ye Zhi finally arrived at the summoning place.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the wall of the cave, his pupils tightening.

"It turned out to be..."

Ye Zhi's whole body trembles, staring at the pattern printed on the wall, shocked.

The pattern was so familiar to him that he could not even forget it.

"Ten style boxing skill, is it ten style boxing skill?" Ye Zhi returned to his senses for a long time. He took a deep breath and exclaimed.

He looked at the pattern. There were two sides of the cave wall, extending downward. It was not just ten pictures.

Hiss!

With a touch of brilliance in his eyes, ye Zhimou exclaimed: "barren cave, bully's spirit, is this the remnant of the picture above? This pattern is used to practice bully's spirit?"

"The Qi of overlord, the ten style boxing power contained in the body..."

"Xie Zun, look at the pattern on the wall?" Ye Zhi suppresses the excitement and bites his teeth.

"Why?" The old devil was stunned, and then exclaimed: "is it the master who taught you the ten style boxing skills? Does the ten style boxing skill come from the Ba Ling sect

"Here it is." Ye Zhi nodded.

"This is the place to practice the Qi of hegemonists and the Qi of hegemonists. You really stepped on the dog's luck. The Qi of hegemonists. If you have refined the Qi of hegemonists, you can practice the body of hegemonists." The old devil was also deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. Even he would be afraid of the power of the hegemonic body, but since the ancestors of the baaling sect, no more than five people have been able to become the hegemonic body in the whole sect for thousands of years.

And these five people are all famous figures in the martial arts world.

"The body of the overlord, if you can make it into the body of the overlord, you will have no choice. I still remember that everyone who can make it into the body of the overlord will receive special attention in my sect."

"And the power of the overlord is very terrible."

The world's old evils are a little envious of Ye Zhi. His luck is so good!

Ye Zhi was also stunned, and his brain was blank.

Who would have thought that the remnant moves given to him by the evil spirits of the world were closely related to the practice of the hegemonic body of our sect, and he inexplicably refined the spirit of the hegemonic.

The relationship between the body of a bully and the Qi of a bully is equivalent to that between the spirit fire and the warrior. Without the Qi of a bully, the body of a bully can not be refined. But it is very difficult to refine the Qi of a bully. This is also the reason why only a few people have refined the body of a bully for thousands of years.

"There are thirty-six pictures on both sides of the cliff. There should be more inside." Looking around at the pictures on both sides, ye Zhi remembers that when he was practicing his boxing skills, if it wasn't for that instant epiphany, he was afraid that he would not be able to cultivate the air of hegemony.

"No wonder no one in the whole clan can cultivate the spirit of hegemony."

"The power of hegemonic Qi is incomparable. It's also the skill of body. If I can achieve something in March, even if I can't reach the ideal level, I will have confidence to fight a hundred battles." Ye Zhi took a deep breath, and a touch of pride rose in his eyes.

"Now."

Ye Zhi gathered his mind and remembered all the thirty-six pictures on the wall. Starting from the first one, he unfolded slowly.

At first, under the influence of the force of manghuang, although the first ten moves had been practiced perfectly, they also made mistakes repeatedly.

But as the minutes and seconds passed, ye Zhi's body was strengthening, and he gradually adapted to the force of the wilderness here. The first ten pictures had been skillfully used by him.

By the eleventh, he felt the difficulty increased.

It seems that when I used the first picture for the first time, my whole body shuddered and every detail was extremely difficult.

"It's more difficult, but the strength of the previously stiff body seems to have changed." Ye Zhi feels the change of his body as he punches.

The previous ten moves made his body strength to a bottleneck. Even if he often practiced, his strength would increase, but he could not break through the bottleneck.

Now the eleventh move makes him feel that the bottleneck is loosening.

He has an intuition that if he breaks through the bottleneck, his body strength will reach a new height.

Moreover, when he was practicing, the breath of hegemony in his body actually turned on its own.

Different from the spirit power, the Qi of the bully is flowing between his flesh and blood. Wherever he goes, the tired part is recovering rapidly.

"Hegemonic Qi can restore the strength of the body, great."

This amazing discovery made Ye Zhi overjoyed.

In the wasteland cave, the force of manghuang and the pictures on the wall can be used to quench the body. In other words, he can stay in the cave for a long time without worrying that he can't hold on.

"The air of hegemonism is really terrible. I don't know what realm it will reach if it is refined into the air of hegemonism?" Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes, sweating, and his face turned white, but his eyes were full of excitement.

It's the first peak.

"Brother Han, ye Zhi has been in the cave for three hours." A legitimate son sits down in front of Xie Han and says respectfully.

"Three hours? It's impossible, isn't it? " The tea cup in Xie Han's hand cracked, and the water splashed all over her hand. But Xie Han completely ignores these, stares big eyes, a face of inconceivable“ Brother Han, that's the truth. The guard said it in person, and a disciple in the inner room testified. It won't be false. " The legitimate son took a deep breath. When he got the news, it was hard to believe. What is the wasteland cave? It was a place full of crises. When he first entered, he only stayed for less than half an hour“ Damn, this guy is... Three hours. That's exaggeration! Even a genius like my brother stayed for less than an hour. " Xie Han's face is gloomy. The legitimate son was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva and said, "brother Han, does this show that ye Zhi's talent lies in your elder brother..." like Zhi () Zhi Ling updates the fastest.