Young Martial God

Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes, met Nangong Ming's eyes, and said indifferently, "I can't."

The terrible attack was decided by Linghuo. Maybe it could be used at the time of life and death.

"No?" Nangong Mingxin thought that if it was true, there was a chill in his eyes. He said sarcastically: "I know the news that the three families compete in martial arts, and the worst one is also the fourth level of transmutation."

"I don't understand. What qualifications does a warrior with only the second level of transmutation have to participate in the martial arts competition among the three families?"

"Let an outsider discredit the Nangong family?"

Nangong Ming's cold voice, under the gaze of that eye light, appears very gloomy.

"Nangong Ming, do you want me to repeat that? As long as they are the top elites of Nangong family, they can participate in the competition of the three families. " The first elder drinks violently, and he also feels that Nangong Ming has gone too far.

Transmutation, second level, smear?

There is a sneer on Ye Zhi's face. He can't help but see what Nangong Ming said when he looked down at him in the battle field that day.

"Nangongming, do you think I'm Yemou or scrap?" The leaf holds an eye ground to pass a silk to be cold, indifferent ground says.

"Yes, scrap can't compete with the three families. You're not qualified." Nangong Ming said frankly, "besides, let an outsider discredit Nangong family. As a child of Nangong family, I can't stand it."

"First elder, I implore the clan to cancel his martial arts contest qualification."

He suddenly turned to the first elder and said respectfully.

"Nangong Ming, are you questioning the old man's choice?" Nangong Ming's indifference made the first elder angry and restrained his strong anger. The first elder looked at Nangong Ming coldly with a terrible smell.

Under the pressure of this strong momentum, Nangong Ming trembled and turned pale, but he bit his teeth and said, "first elder, I beg to cancel his qualification for martial arts contest."

"First elder, let Nangong Ming compete with Ye Zhi. If ye Zhi fails, he will be disqualified." See the anger that the first elder almost gushes out, South Temple Xuan made a speech.

The first elder and Nangong Ming were both stunned.

"Ye Zhi, are you ok?" Two people a Zheng, South Temple Xuan to leaf Zhi tiny smile.

"It's an honor for ye to compete with the dragon and tiger list." Ye Zhi said with a smile.

The first elder frowned and looked at Ye Zhi. He asked uncertainly, "Ye Zhi, do you really think so?"

Ye Zhi nodded.

"All right, that's it." The first elder said, his heart is still full of doubts. The strength of the two men is two levels lower. Ye Zhi is so confident. Does he have any unique skills?

When I think of master Ye Zhi, the first elder's pupil is tight and his eyes are shining.

Baobuqi, that terrible character left Ye Zhi some unique skills.

He gasped at the thought.

Nangong Ming has a trace of confusion in his eyes. Does Ye Zhizhen really have anything to rely on?

But ye Zhi admits that he can't use that blue giant palm.

With this in mind, Nangong Ming raised a smile on his lips, but the second level of transmutation, no matter how explosive you are, is the third level of transmutation. And I'm a real peak of the fourth level of transformation, and I'm one step away from reaching the fifth level of transformation.

Even if the difference is one order, it's a big difference.

"Ye Zhi, if you can last for a quarter of an hour, then I will not have any more opinions about participating in the martial arts competition among the three families." Nangong Ming stares at Ye Zhi and sneers.

Ye Zhi didn't even look at Nangong Ming, so he went directly to the challenge arena.

Nangong Ming's face changed and his eyes stirred up a trace of anger.

"You were with him all this time?" Nangong magic snow Piao eye Ye Zhi, to Nangong Xuan whispered.

"I think so." Nangongxuan smiles.

Nangong magic snow willow eyebrow a Yang, beautiful eyes in a silk light.

If he can practice with nangongxuan, can he really compete with nangongming?

Ye Zhi on the stage, staring at nangongming, said coldly: "nangongming, for a moment, I'll let you know who is waste material?"

"I also want to see, why do you have such confidence?" Nangong Ming's face sank, his body trembled, and a strong breath gushed out.

Bang!

The spirit power stirs the air, and a wave of air strikes the void heavily, causing the air within five meters of nangongming to twist rapidly.

Bang!

Nangong Ming's eyes flashed a fierce color, his body suddenly shot out like lightning, dragging a shadow on the stage.

"Ye Zhi, even if you have amazing talent, you are still a scrap now."

"What speed and talent, without strong power as a guarantee, everything is nothing."

Ye Zhi's pupil is tight, and his transformation is four steps. It's really extraordinary.

In the shadow, the shadow of the fist appears everywhere. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. It seems that every shadow of the fist has great power. It's so strong that it can tear the air like countless hammers.

That astonishing suppression, let Ye Zhi a face pale, in the eyes surging bursts of palpitations.

"Nangongming, it's really powerful, but today you are the only one who has the name of scrap."

When ye Zhi roared, his feet retreated suddenly, and his arms shook violently.

Bang!

The thunder started all over the arena.

A ray of blue light, like lightning, changes into tens of millions of hand shadows, violent potential, like thunder.

"Thunderclap, he learned it."

Seeing this scene, nangongxuan's pupil tightened, and he was shocked.

"Thunderclap? It's a terrible talent, but at present, compared with Nangong Ming's strength, the gap is not small. " Nangong magic snow beautiful eyes also passed a trace of surprise, then frowned, quite curious.

Bang!

Tens of thousands of palms and shadows meet in the same place instantly. A huge blue palm is as powerful as thunder and lightning. It collides with Nangong Ming's fist with a powerful force.

A torrential weather wave suddenly broke out from the two centers, and the two figures retreated at the same time.

Ye Zhi stepped back six steps and nangongming four steps.

"How can you clap thunder?" Nangong Ming's eyes flashed a trace of surprise and exclaimed.

Just that fight, the second level gap, let him feel the fist to upload bursts of pain.

Surprised, Nangong Ming sneered: "how to practice thunder palm, your strength is still so weak."

Bang!

Nangong Ming stamped his feet on the ground and rushed out like lightning. His arms trembled and a wave of air pushed the air away.

"You know thunder, so do I."

Nangong Ming roared, and the palm of his hand cleaved heavily against the leaf. Ten million shadows appeared, which was as powerful as thunder.

"It's thunderclap, too!"

Ye Zhi's pupil was tight, and a trace of fright passed by.

The breath from nangongming's thunder palm, he can't stop it.

In the previous attack, my arms are still numb, and it is difficult to calm down my Qi and blood.

"It's worth the exposure, though it's too early."

Ye Zhi's face was heavy, and he took a deep breath. He suddenly urged the white beads in the spirit fire.

The frightful air-conditioning gushed out, instantly replaced the blue spiritual power and flowed all over the body.

Bang!

The cold air gushed out, the temperature of the whole battle field dropped suddenly, and even ice appeared in the air.

"What a fierce air conditioning, this boy's cultivation has risen to the fifth level of the transformation environment under the blessing of air conditioning."

The first elder was surprised. With his strength of knowing his state of mind, he was also shocked by Ye Zhi's continuous promotion of cultivation.

Even the Nangong family didn't have such a trick.

From his point of view, these moves must have been passed on to him by his pure master.

"What a terrible air conditioner. It makes me feel blocked." Nangong huanxue gasps for air, and her pretty face shows her panic.

"Five levels of transmutation, and three levels of cultivation in a moment. What kind of martial arts is this?"

"Unlike martial arts, his power is turned into air conditioning..."

Nangong magic snow mumbles, shocked eyes show strong confusion.

At this time, even she did not believe, who was this? Even she had a feeling of self pity.

You should understand that she is a talent of four spirits. She is the first elite of Nangong family. Even in the ancient dynasty, she is also a talent of first class.

However, ye Zhi showed her strength in a short time, which made her suffer a strong blow.

Thinking of their one-year agreement, her pretty face showed a bitter smile.

It seems to be rash, always thinking that he can't go, but forgetting his terrible talent.

At this rate of training, he will be able to catch up with himself in less than a year, maybe only half a year.

Next to him, nangongxuan watched the competition coldly, because he had seen it once, and his face was not shocked.

The whole arena is like an ice cave. It's so cold that Nangong Ming's body stagnates and his eyes show a touch of panic.

"Five steps of transmutation, how can it happen?"

He exclaimed with horror.

Ye Zhi's expression is cold, and his figure is like a trance. He drags out a white shadow on the stage, which seems to be swept by by a startled goose.

Thunderclap!

Bang!

"No way."

Sensing the terrible situation, Nangong Ming had a bad premonition. He clenched his teeth, and his spiritual power gushed out. The shadow of his empty hand increased several times, and his momentum soared.

There is a touch of irony in Ye Zhi's eyes.

In the dull thunder, two thunder palms collided violently.

Tens of thousands of palms shadow over the challenge arena, like tens of thousands of giants waving giant palms, roaring the challenge arena, let the challenge arena also vibrate.

Bang!

Ten million palms and shadows collide with each other, and two giant palms collide fiercely.

At the moment of impact, Nangong Ming felt the cold air all over the sky penetrating his body, like thousands of ice skates entering his body, sweeping around. His Qi, blood and spiritual power were completely frozen under the erosion of cold air.

"Wow ~" Nangong Ming convulsed violently, his face twisted into a twist, his body flew backward like a broken kite, and hit the column heavily. Come on! When he fell to the ground, he turned pale and vomited blood. His body was frozen by the ice. Nangong Ming was surprised and frantically urged to block his psychic power. But the air conditioning was terrible. His psychic power was as fragile as paper in the face of the latter. A layer of frost quickly spread up from both legs. See this scene, ye Zhi sneer. The power of air-conditioning is the result of those who have never forgotten the realm of martial arts. Although I don't know how long it has passed, it is not something that can be broken through by transmutation. Like to hold (hold) the fastest update speed.