After being scolded by Zhuang Taiji, the abbot of the presidency chuckled and said, "When Ye Wuji came here to overcome the tribulation, if the donor Zhuang had not mentioned it, how could he have surpassed the poor monk!"

"You bald donkey, you will only complain first. When Ye Wuji fought with Zhuang before, you bald donkey was also reminding me!" Zhuang Taiji snorted coldly, looking angry.

"It turns out that the reason Ye Wuji could defeat Master Zhuang and the abbot of the presidency was that they both broke each other and told Ye Wuji about the other's weaknesses!"

When Tang Yi heard the bickering between Zhuang Taiji and the abbot of the presidency, he understood that after all, Zhuang Taiji and the abbot of the presidency were both closest to the immortal emperor in the world. When he was young, he must be the leader of the younger generation.

Under the same realm, Ye Wuji may still have a chance of winning one-on-one, but if one fights two, unless Zhuang Taiji and the abbot of the presidency break up each other, Ye Wuji will have no chance of winning.

"Fortunately, this boy Tang Yi is a little weaker than that boy Ye Wuji. Even if you remind me just now, Tang Yi is not a match for Zhuang!"

Zhuang Taiji snorted lightly, but Tang Yi was not very happy.

"Master? Am I really not as good as Ye Wuji?"

Tang Yi asked with a serious look on his face.

Zhuang Taiji obviously didn't know the feud and grudges between Tang Yi and Ye Wuji. Seeing Tang Yi ask with a serious look on his face, he immediately thought for a moment.

"In fact, in terms of true strength, you two are just right!"

Zhuang Taiji looked at Tang Yi and said, "You are pure yang in the body, pure yang in the magic power, and your soul is slightly inferior. Ye Wuji is like you, and there is still a slight lack of a trace!"

"However, what you are not inferior to Ye Wuji is that you are with Ye Wuji, who was born in Taixu Immortal Palace and practiced alone. The emperor-level martial arts of the nine immortal emperors in Taixu Immortal Palace have endless means and many changes!"

Zhuang Taiji sighed and said, "Who can be in the entire cultivation world, like Ye Wuji, who can practice so many emperor-level martial arts at the same time!"

"The more skills he practices, the more varied the methods he will be!"

After hearing Zhuang Taiji's analysis, Tang Yi nodded immediately.

"Indeed! Ye Wuji's biggest advantage is that he was born in Taixu Immortal Palace, not only had unlimited resources, but also had countless skills!"

Tang Yi sighed in his heart and said to himself: "Although I also have millions of martial arts, I don't have a complete imperial-level martial art!"

The true imperial-level martial arts not only have complete cultivation methods, but also have mutual attack methods.

However, the "Xuantian Sutra" that Tang Yi practiced was to collect the strengths of hundreds of schools, and to attack the methods. Tang Yi tried his best to be as simple as possible, so that he could still use it again after his strength level was improved in the future.

Therefore, the most commonly used methods of Tang Yi are Prajna Palm and Sword Qi. These two attack methods can increase as Tang Yi's strength increases, and their power increases.

However, Ye Wuji had no such concern at all. He had the nine emperor-level martial arts in Taixu Immortal Palace. The attack methods he used were not only powerful, but also had a variety of tricks, and it was also complementary to the martial arts he had practiced.

"Just like the "Xuantian Wuji Gong" I created myself!"

I saw Zhuang Taiji and looked at Tang Yi and said, "Even if I become an emperor in the future, at most it will be only an emperor-level martial art. Ye Wuji fought with me. He had nine emperor-level martial arts, so he was naturally completely fearless!"

"But just now, you fought with me and wanted to break my "Xuantian Wuji Gong"!

"This is the gap between you and Ye Wuji!"

Hearing Zhuang Taiji's analysis, Tang Yi nodded immediately. As Zhuang Taiji said, although the strength of Tang Yi and Ye Wuji is almost the same, the difference in attack methods leads to a significant gap in combat power between Tang Yi and Ye Wuji.

Just like a person has a hundred kilograms of strength, but without mastering the perfect exertion skills, he can only hit ninety kilograms of strength with one punch.

The other person has mastered the perfect exertion technique and can hit 110 kilograms of power with one punch.

This is why there is a difference in combat power.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice!"

Tang Yi bowed to Zhuang Taiji and smiled, "I'll ask my uncle to take action so that my disciples can learn about your "Xuantian Wuji Gong" again!"

"Boy, do you think you can break my "Xuantian Wuji Gong"?"

Zhuang Taiji looked at Tang Yi with a suspicious look, obviously not feeling that Tang Yi could break his "Xuantian Wuji Gong".

Crack! Crack! Crack!......

Tang Yi swung his limbs, and suddenly there was a crisp bone explosion on his body. At the same time, Tang Yi smiled at Zhuang Taiji and said, "Master, I have met the ancestor before. The ancestor asked the disciple to beat him down. The disciple is not like the master, and he dares to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor. Since he has agreed to the ancestor, the disciple must beat you down no matter what, no matter how it is!"

When he heard Tang Yi and actually carried out the ancestor Xuantian to suppress him, Zhuang Taiji snorted coldly.

"snort!"

"What an arrogant boy, Zhuang wants to see how you can break my "Xuantian Wuji Gong"!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Tai Chi appeared in front of Tang Yi as if he had changed his shadow. He suddenly raised his hand and pressed directly on Tang Yi's shoulder.

Just like before, Zhuang Taiji's magic power surged in his palm, sticking to Tang Yi's shoulders.

Tang Yi was about to raise his hand, but he felt that Zhuang Taiji's palm pressing on his shoulder was as heavy as a pound, and his entire arm could not move at all.

Tang Yi immediately raised his other arm and was about to return towards Zhuang Taiji. At the same time, Zhuang Taiji also raised his other arm, as if sealed and closed, and gently waved Tang Yi's punch while gently swaying Tang Yi's punch, he gently placing it on Tang Yi's arm again.

Swish! Swish! Swish!......

Zhuang Tai Chi's palm stuck to Tang Yi's arm, and with a gentle wave, Tang Yi couldn't help but turn with Zhuang Tai Chi.

I saw that Zhuang Tai Chi was as heavy as Mount Tai, pressing on the shoulder of one arm of Tang Yi, and the other hand was as light as nothing, following the flowing water, driving Tang Yi's other hand, involuntarily.

The strength on Zhuang Tai Chi's palms was completely opposite, one was hard and one soft, one pressed and one sticky, making Tang Yi's arms unable to move.

"Boy, you didn't say you wanted to destroy Zhuang's "Xuantian Wuji Gong". Now that you can't move both hands anymore, how can you break them?"

Zhuang Taiji's face felt proud, but at this moment, Zhuang Taiji's face changed suddenly, and he saw his third hand hitting him suddenly.
Chapter completed!