"What a good Yang Yong, your cultivation is good, and you have reached the peak of the eighth-grade master. In my opinion, you are probably only about eighteen years old, which is the fastest time to practice. If you can pass this level of my life, I believe you will have a good development in Piaomiao Sect. Come on, with your courage, it will be enough to make me look up to you!"

Zi Yangzhi nodded with great appreciation. He was indeed very satisfied with Yang Yong's courage. After all, no matter what, in this Yin Fu Hall, he is also considered the senior brother at this hall. He also hopes that the junior brothers in the future will have strong strength. Yin Fu Hall cannot be looked down upon like this all the time. However, it is definitely not enough to carry forward Yin Fu Hall alone.

Yang Yong's eyes were bright and his mind was concentrated. His cultivation method was very special, different from what Ye Ping had seen before. It was not to use spiritual energy to control the enemy, but to strengthen his body and strength. Even to a certain extent, it was similar to his Vajra Indestructible body, and it seemed to be the same type of magical power.

As expected, facing the tremendous pressure brought by Zi Yangzhi, Yang Yong roared in a deep voice. His whole body seemed to have begun to swell, and his aura was constantly rising. Not only that, there seemed to be some strange patterns on his skin. The heaven and earth Dharma image behind him also became extremely huge and integrated into his body.

"Hmm? I really didn't expect that there are talents like you among the disciples of this class. If I guess correctly, this must be the ancient alien Dharma image and the giant spirit. Actually, I felt this way at the beginning when I looked at your form, but I didn't dare to make it. Now it seems that it can be basically confirmed that there are still future generations in the ancient giant spirit lineage."

Zi Yangzhi's eyes were like a torch, but when he looked at Yang Yong who was beginning to change in front of him, he could easily tell his origin.

Yang Yong seemed to be under tremendous pressure, nodded in a deep voice, "Yes, our family is the lineage of the ancient giant spirit god. Unfortunately, the bloodline of my generation is already very thin, and it is no longer the courage of the ancestors of that year. Senior Brother Ziyangzhi, please take action! If this continues, I am afraid you don't have to take action, and I will explode and die."

When Zi Yang Zhi heard Yang Yong's words, he nodded. He didn't say much, but just stepped up so simply, and in one step it seemed like he had crossed countless spaces and came to Yang Yong's presence. His surging spiritual energy suddenly came to his face, making people feel a little unsightly. He fell from the sky like a mountain and grabbed Yang Yong's sky spiritual cover directly.

The latter burst out and roared to the sky, then his eyes were like torches, as if flames were sprayed out. The patterns on the fascia of the skin became clearer and clearer, as if they were some ancient characters, which were difficult to distinguish. Then, his heaven and earth Dharma image also seemed to let out a loud roar, deafening! He did not have any fancy moves, and just handed out his fists.

Since many people know the assessment here, some disciples from Yin Futang came here to watch. Although there were not many people, they were still silly, not as lonely as when they came. Ye Ping also noticed Tang Jianian in the crowd, and the latter also saw him and waved to Ye Ping with a smile. The two of them were destined to be together.

At this moment, Zi Yangzhi's handprint finally fell in front of Yang Yong. If he didn't take action, he would have made everyone feel intuitively that this was the well-deserved powerful man of the quasi-Wang Sanduan. His handprint was like a mountain of Tai, and instantly caused the ground where Yang Yong stood to collapse, as if it was carrying a thousand pounds of force, which made him breathless.

What shocked everyone was that Yang Yong had actually taken it! You know, the person he was facing now was the chief disciple of Piaomiao Sect and the master of the third quasi-king throne! Yang Yong was only the peak of the eighth grade, and the gap between the two was a world of difference. But even Yang Yong struggled to carry it so hard, he still seemed a little helpless.

His forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and even his clothes were broken.

His legs trembled like sieve chaff, which showed how heavy pressure Zi Yangzhi had brought to him.

The latter also had a lit up eyes. He knew very well about his own methods. He knew that he had not taken all his strength just now. If he had used his killer moves as soon as he came up, he might not be able to resist them. However, this move could be considered as 30% of his power. Then Yang Yong could withstand it, which should be due to the bloodline. He is worthy of being an ancient giant god, and he is domineering in his physical body.

"Okay! I just had only 30% of my skills, so you barely took it. The second move is my four success powers. Yang Yong, although I only improved my spiritual energy by 10%, the energy that really exploded is far more than this. I advise you not to hide any trump cards, otherwise you may not be eliminated if you can't wait for the third move. I am very optimistic about you, don't let me down!"

After Zi Yangzhi finished speaking, he took action calmly again. This time, his spiritual pressure was even stronger than before. From the sky, another handprint came to his face, covering Yang Yong's head fiercely. Anyone who was watching the game next to him could feel it. Although his power was only increased by one level, it was a geometric increase for them.

Yang Yong yelled wildly, and this time the patterns on his body became clearer. Even the bloody red text was about to emerge from his skin and fascia. His muscles were even more swelling like devil muscles. He handed out his fists and slammed against Zi Yangzhi's handprint.

He used all his energy, like a tsunami, and kept hitting the other party's handprints.

However, Ziyang Zhi remained motionless, as if he was a strong pine standing on the hill, still standing still.

On the other hand, Yang Yong, at first, his fists were still very strong. But with the loss of time, he could no longer hold on. He heard a loud bang and saw his body fly backwards like a cannonball and sink into the ground fiercely. If Zi Yangzhi hadn't stopped in time, people would have doubted that he would have been directly bombarded down the mountain.

Looking at Yang Yong who was embedded in the ground, Ziyang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes burning.
Chapter completed!