Chapter 92 - 92 God of Cultivation

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 God of Cultivation

How could he know,

Ye An was stunned,

Although there was no close contact, he could judge the power of Mu Xiaoye's large-scale attack by the opponent's injuries.

Generally speaking, the larger the attack range, the more dispersed the power, and the lethality is definitely not as good as the concentrated one.

Just like a grenade, the core point of the explosion is definitely the strongest, and the farther away, the smaller the power, but

Mu Xiaoye's attack is not like this,

The damage in the center is the same as the damage at the edge!

This is the power of the world-destroying fire!

The raging fire on the battlefield!

The larger the range, the happier I am, and the damage will not decrease at all!

This guy...

Usually he is stupid and has a bad temper. I have always heard that he is very strong.

But I didn't say he was so strong!

He can kill the whole map with one click at any time.

This is an absolute beast!

The most important thing is.

The explosive power that everyone usually talks about is the output within a few seconds of one or two hits.

But this guy exploded for twenty minutes in a row,

After the last earth-shattering volcanic eruption, he did not look very tired, and he was far from reaching his limit.

"Do you think you can beat him?" Ye An suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Tianlian.

Fang Tianlian's eyes trembled.

This kind of earth-shattering attack can only be used when out of control.

How could Mu Xiaoye do it with just a flick of his finger?

He is the same age as me?

Same realm?

Are you kidding me!

But Fang Tianlian said very stubbornly: "Slow, he is too slow!"

"Who will win, we will know after the fight!"

"Although his performance is a bit exaggerated, but the opponent is not infinite level, which does not mean anything."

As he was talking, Fang Tianlian suddenly stopped talking, lowered his head, and seemed a little embarrassed.

After waking up this morning, he thought a lot.

He practiced hard for six years, but lost the first battle after returning.

My father was also trampled to death like an ant.

This shows that I have no self-knowledge, I am not as strong as I imagined, and some things may not belong to me at all.

Looking at Mu Xiaoye again today, even such a person has never said that he wants to reach the top of the contemporary world,

Then what is his foundation?

After his brother came back, he told himself that the first step to becoming a strong man is to recognize himself and put down his self-esteem.

But this kind of thing is too difficult for an eighteen-year-old boy.

In order to take this step.

He used up all his strength and sighed, "I should not be able to beat him."

Hearing this answer, Ye An was a little surprised.

He turned his head and looked. CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

There were some subtle changes on Fang Tianlian's face.

In the spiritual world.

An ancient martial arts arena, full of spring colors, and even the occasional chirping of birds, made Fang Tianlian stunned for a moment.

He touched the floor and took two deep breaths.

There was a feeling, a taste, and it was extremely clear.

"Isn't this too real?"

Ye An smiled and said, "The speed of time here is one tenth of that outside."

"So maybe when we finish practicing, it will be lunch time."

"Come on."

Fang Tianlian nodded quickly.

The two began to fight.

He knew that he could not beat Ye An no matter what, so he did not hold back at all.

Feng Jianliu was growing stronger unconsciously in the dream.

Ye An's skill runes were also gradually solidifying, and the colors were becoming brighter and brighter.

The progress was about 85%, and there was only 15% left to complete the practice.

After a day and a night, Fang Tianlian was exhausted.

Ye An's progress increased by 2%, reaching 87%.

At this rate, it should be completely condensed before the semi-finals in fifteen days.

The two exited the dream.

Fang Tianlian was a little confused and didn't react for a while. He was still sitting on the sofa in the theater.

Stand up and walk out the door.

It was bright outside, and the sun was shining.

He had practiced inside for twenty-four hours.

It was only more than two hours outside, and it was already noon. It was time for lunch.

"Damn." Fang Tianlian couldn't help but be shocked.

This is too powerful!

He threw out a wind sword directly, which was more powerful than the one condensed before!

He said he was feeding Ye An with moves, but Ye An was stronger, so he also had a lot of new insights.

One day and one night of practice made him stronger.

But only two hours had passed outside.

Just two hours!

Under normal circumstances, what can be done in two hours?

But with the help of Meng, two hours became one day.

Others do one day, but he does ten days.

From the age of twelve to eighteen.

We practiced for six years.

Ye An practiced for sixty years!

If we can defeat him, it would be a miracle!

He knew Meng's ability before, but he didn't care much. He thought, so what if it's ten times slower? It can't be used to break through the realm, at most it can be used to practice some skills,

this was his previous thought.

But after he used this ability and felt the benefits of this talent,

he suddenly realized that Meng was an abnormal talent that was underestimated by everyone.

What dream.

He should be called the god of practice.