Chapter 766

The whole stone wall space was dyed red.

It's all Yang Ping's blood.

He doesn't know how many times he has been knocked down, but he is still not an opponent despite the number of ancient martial arts. Hemp man is also the body of Nine Yang. His flesh is powerful, which has never been seen in ancient times. He just stood in place and asked Yang Ping to do it. He was rebounded and vomited blood.

How else?

Yang Ping got up again. He didn't know how many bones were broken. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it. I can't even win a corpse."

Sea of spirit!

This is the spiritual secret skill obtained from cousin Cheng's house. It is known as the most powerful ancient martial arts of spiritual attack. Once Shi zhanlian is afraid of himself, Yang Ping fights his life and exerts it three times at a time to squeeze his spiritual power.

The spirit wave is like the essence, sweeping towards the hemp man, and ripples appear in the air. If it is a general Yasheng, it is estimated that the spiritual world will collapse just after being affected, but the hemp man doesn't move and looks at him indifferently.

what the fuck!

Yang Ping can't help scolding his mother. One of the strongest tricks has no effect.

How powerful this man is.

Mental strength.

Physical strength.

Even the combination of the two is far from his opponent.

Yang Ping knows that even in the peak state, he can't be his opponent. No wonder Mrs. Zhu and the old man will get the result of a narrow life if they enter here before he enters the realm of Yasheng. NIMA, this is definitely not a narrow life, it's just despair.

The linen man punched.

Void collapse.

Ripples spread and fluctuate. Each crack can kill an early master of Yasheng, not to mention the fist that causes the void crack.

Fist coming.

a capable man pretends to be stupid in order to avoid jealousy.

It's like heaven and earth.

Yang Ping had an irresistible illusion in his heart. It seemed that this fist could break through the void. This is still one in ten thousand strength. If it is prosperous, it is estimated that it can be compared with her strength in Taoyuan world.

Yang Ping did not try to dodge the peerless powerful fist, but fought hard.

The results can be imagined.

Yang Ping flies horizontally. The bone of his arm is broken. I don't know if there is a comminuted fracture, because it's really painful. Without making any noise, he reluctantly stood up and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, the other party just hit a punch without follow-up action, otherwise he would not be able to carry it in the second lap.

He calculated that the interval between the hemp man's punches was three minutes, which was just the time for Yang Ping to recover, no more, no less.

In three minutes.

The linen man shot again.

It's still a punch.

Yang Ping flew sideways again. He lay on the floor, smiled bitterly, and said helplessly, "I can't beat him. It's too strong. I don't have a chance to defeat him at all. Mental strength and physical strength are no longer on the same level. I knew how many people were waiting to die outside. It's torture here. I can't die, but every time I was seriously injured."

He didn't remember, but the hemp man hit his fist.

Pooh!

Yang Ping hit the stone wall hard and was in pain.

The linen man stopped, looked coldly and said, "it's too weak. How to accept the inheritance? You can't bear this attack. You feel guilty about the body of Nine Yang. The body of Nine Yang is known as the ultimate physique and the strongest physique. You're really ashamed."

Yang Ping got up and scolded, "your realm is so high. I'm just the peak of nine grades. How to fight."

The linen man said faintly, "this is the excuse of the weak. You are a waste."

waste material!

Yang Ping can't laugh or cry. If it was someone else, he would be hot and stand up, but he didn't. because his injury hasn't recovered, it would only be worse if he shot rashly. At the moment, Yang Ping is very calm and will not be impulsive.

Every breath, every attack, he calculated it clearly.

Two minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

Physical recovery.

Yang Ping was overjoyed, but he didn't have time to be happy. His fist came. He flew out depressed and couldn't afford to slander. He stared at the linen man and shouted, "you're a peerless expert. You're cheating."

The linen man said indifferently, "when did I say the interval?"

Yang Ping was stunned and secretly said, yes, the other party's condition is to defeat him. He didn't say anything else. It's just his wishful thinking. He gritted his teeth and got up again. He found that the recovery interval became shorter. At least it was a good thing.

Next, Yang Ping entered the cycle of pain and happiness.

It's equivalent to walking around the 18th floor of hell, sometimes suffering and sometimes getting a new life. In the process of destruction and rebirth, Yang Ping gradually understood something, that is, the recovery ability of the body of Nine Yang. Although he was beaten to death, his understanding of the body of Nine Yang became more and more profound.

Suddenly.

Yang Ping raised her head, stared at the body of Jiuyang and shouted, "I see. The so-called inheritance is..."

Pooh!

The hemp man punched him, beat him away and said indifferently, "waste."

Yang Ping laughed. Although it was said to be waste, it may be the other party's mantra. It is estimated that everything that fails to reach his level is waste, but Yang Ping is very happy because he knows the context of inheritance. It is not a one-time acceptance of any powerful energy, but needs self-development.

He now knows that he was ignorant of the potential of the body of Nine Yang in the past.

Now I realize that the original body of Nine Yang can be used in this way. Fortunately, he exhausted all the Nine Yang Qi in his body, otherwise he could not understand it so quickly, because the Nine Yang Qi would delay the development of the physical body, and relying solely on physical confrontation is equivalent to a disguised means of development.

If the linen man wanted to kill him, he would have knocked him out with a punch.

It doesn't belong to others, but only to its own inheritance and creation.

This is the place where the body of Nine Yang is tempered.

Yang Ping got up, became more and more excited, looked up and laughed wildly, and shouted, "come on, let the storm come more fiercely."

Two minutes and forty seconds.

Two minutes and thirty seconds.

Two minutes and twenty seconds.

……

When the recovery time reached one second, he still couldn't stop the opponent's boxing speed. Yang Ping was beaten to fly, but he no longer vomited blood. The bones of his body were well connected and his recovery power was strong, which was unimaginable before.

He stepped on the stone wall and rushed at the linen man.

Take my punch!

Yang Ping laughed. Although he was not an opponent, he still dared to fight.

Boom!

When his fist collided with his fist, Yang Ping screamed, and the result was very tragic. There was a pit in the stone wall. The previously motionless stone wall was now smashed by him. It can be seen that the strength of the hemp man is terrible. More importantly, Yang Ping's physical strength has reached an unimaginable level.

Zizi

It seems that there is strength breeding in the body. Yang Ping fell to the ground, stared at the linen man and said seriously: "senior, although I don't know why I fell here with your realm and strength, I can understand the real body of Nine Yang from your teachings. Next, it will be my time."

The linen man said coldly, "waste."

Boom!

With a stomp, the floor vibrated and the stone wall trembled. Yang Ping's recovery ability reached the extreme in one second. His hand caused the shaking of the secret room cave, and even the void trembled. It almost led to cracks. The squeezing of the flesh alone can reach such a degree, that is, the realm of the sage. It is estimated that the flesh can't be compared with him.

This is a pure way of physical cultivation.

It does not belong to the category of Ancient Wushu.

His eyes were so bright that he accumulated all his strength in his fist. When he reached the peak, he punched out.

The linen man looked up and stopped.

The fist hit the arm.

Force collides with force.

Then the hemp man moved and scratched a trace on the floor.

Yang Ping was disappointed. Seeing the strongest punch, he just let his opponent back a few steps, shook his head and said, "unfortunately, it still needs to be honed."

Strangely, the linen man was not attacking, but returned to the corner, sat up and closed his eyes.

He became a corpse again.

Yang Ping was stunned and said in surprise, "senior, don't you attack me?"

No response.

He also continued to ask, fiercely, he felt something wrong. He looked down and saw the golden energy lines flowing on his arms. It seemed that there was a dormant force in his body, which began to wake up and the heavens began to tremble.

Nine Yang Qi, rebirth!