C771 Battle leghorn herb

"Hey!"

Qin Muyang growled, and without any warning, he extended out his fist and punched towards the sky.

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man laughed out loud as he clenched his fist and threw an ordinary punch without any fancy tricks. However, when his fist was thrown out, a deep dragon roar filled with majesty could be heard as a golden colored sky roared past.

It was not an apocalyptic scene, because at the very moment of collision, the Fist that Qin Muyang had blasted out instantly disintegrated and dissipated into nothingness.

Swish!

The middle aged man flashed and appeared beside Qin Muyang like a ghost. He chuckled, and without caring if there was a spot, he twisted his butt and sat there.

Wen Sheng's face immediately became as black as the bottom of a pot, gloomy to the point that water could drip off it.

"Wen Sheng, you hypocrite!" Under Wen Sheng's eyes that looked like he was about to devour him, the middle-aged man turned his head and said slowly.

"I …" The veins on Wen Sheng's face bulged, and his nose became crooked from anger.

"Hahaha!"

Ling Ao and Qin Muyang gloated while laughing loudly.

On Stage Five, Ye Man scratched his head honestly and helplessly said: "Your Highness, in order to show respect, I will do my best and will not hold back. If you offend me in a while, I hope you can forgive me!"

"I'm fine!" Ling Yun laughed and waved his hand, a look of concentration on his face, for this battle, he had to treat it seriously, if not there was a chance that he would fail miserably.

Boom!

Ye Man did not speak further. With a low roar, the blood Qi within his body soared to the sky, mixed with the ferocious and overbearing Strong qi.

Ka ka!

The sound of bricks breaking came from the arena.

His sturdy body bent down slightly, and then, he suddenly stomped his foot on the stage. The stage cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared, and his body shot towards Ling Yun like a cannonball, bringing with it the sound of wind.

"Iron Palm!"

Ye Man bellowed as he opened his palm, revealing a fiery red palm that emanated a scorching heat wave.

"Shattering the Stellar River with my palm!"

Feeling the terrifying Strong qi's fluctuation, Ling Yun's expression became serious, and did not dare to be negligent at all. He activated the stellar vitreous body at full power, and his body was like glass, releasing the radiance of the stars. He raised his hand, and the stars flashed, as though they were all gathered in his palm.

A figure suddenly shot forward like a spinning top. A huge palm that was the size of a palm-leaf fan emitted a terrifying heat, emitting a terrifying fluctuation.

Ling Yun took a deep breath, took a step forward, and wrapped his arm around the tyrannical astral qi, he welcomed the palm with a heavy collision.

Clang!

The instant they clashed, a loud and clear sound of gold iron colliding could be heard, and then, a terrifying Strong qi shock wave began to wreak havoc from the point of collision. The hard ground under Ling Yun's feet, cracked and cracked under the impact.

However, in the end, Ye Man still had the advantage of charging forward. He was forced to retreat as his feet rubbed against the ground of the stage, leaving behind two deep marks.

He was pushed back by a terrifying force. He wasn't far from the edge of the arena. Falling down into the arena meant that he had lost.

The hearts of everyone in the audience rose to their throats.

"Set for me!" Ling Yun suddenly roared out, he stomped his feet hard on the ground, causing the floor to crack. He also borrowed the power of the stomp to reduce the impact.

Ka ka!

When he was less than a meter away from the edge of the stage, Ling Yun's body firmly stood in the arena as he retreated. His legs might have been slightly trembling, but he managed to stabilize himself in the end and didn't fall off the stage.

"I'm frozen!"

Cries of surprise rang out from the surroundings of the arena.

Although they did not personally experience it, but they could feel the power of Ye Man's attack.

He asked himself, if they had replaced Ling Yun, perhaps they would have been able to receive it without suffering any damage, but they would definitely not be as good as Ling Yun.

"As expected, none of those who managed to reach Heaven's Pride Board are ordinary people!" Those youths that wanted to challenge him all thought in their hearts, and their eyes became incomparably serious.

"This little bastard's physique is not weak at all. He should have reached around the second transition late stage." On the high platform in front of Stage One, Ye Canghai's eyes lit up slightly as he asked with interest. No one knew better than him how strong his disciple was.

body cultivator were different from spirit cultivators. Their Strong qi were hidden within the musculoskeleton, as long as they did not circulate their energy and blood, it would not emit any fluctuations. They looked just like mortals that had not cultivated.

As a result, before the competition, no one was able to see what realm Ling Yun's fleshly body had reached.

"However, I remember that your Ling family did not manage to cultivate such a tyrannical!" Remembering the Strong qi that even he was a little apprehensive about, Ye Canghai's thick eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at Ling Ao who had an excited face and asked.

"My Ling family has existed for thousands of years, the Cultivation Technique and Martial Technique is as vast as the ocean, it isn't strange that there are people outside who do not know of the Body Training Tactics!" Ling Ao rolled his eyes at him, and said snappily, but his eyes revealed a look of curiosity.

Ye Canghai then nodded slightly. Back then, before the Ling family established its clan, it was already a large clan. With the accumulation of thousands of years, nothing could be surprising.

"Old fellow, why don't you take him in as your disciple? Even though his talent is not good, his cultivation is still considered to be painstaking work! " Ling Ao said as if he was joking.

"Each of them has their own destiny. I'm not suitable to teach them!" Ye Canghai did not immediately reply, as if he was considering something. His eyes were fixated on Ling Yun, who was standing on the stage one thousand meters away. His gaze was like a torch, and only after a long while did he retract his gaze, shake his head, and slowly speak.

Ling Ao curled his lips slightly.

"Old man, I didn't lie to you!" Ye Canghai's lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice somewhat anxiously.

He knew the weight that Ling Yun held in Ling Ao's heart, and he naturally could tell that Ling Yun was not joking around. He did not want his several decades of friendship to be ruined.

Ling Ao tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Ye Canghai said a few words in a sound transmission.

Ling Ao frowned slightly as he recalled the words that Yun Xinshui had said that day. Only when he clearly understood the temperament of this old friend of his did he slightly nod his head.

On the stage, Ling Yun's feet were like wooden stakes as he stared at the young man in front of him with a sharp gaze. A smile appeared on his face, the battle loving factor in his blood livened up, and he laughed: "Brother Ye is indeed strong, looks like I cannot hold back, it is more about my respect for you that I go all out!"

"Bring it on!" A hearty laugh came out, Ye Man's eyes surged with fighting spirit, filled with excitement. Among the young generation, there were too few who could fight against him with their flesh, now that they saw someone whose flesh was not weaker than him, they would naturally not let them go.