V3.Chapter 9

A breeze blew gently around them, but at this moment, it seemed to freeze suddenly and disappear here.

When Yu Jinglei said this sentence, he Yiming just hesitated for a moment, and immediately dispersed all his true Qi.

When facing the unfathomable old man in front of him, he also had the idea of trying.

In martial arts cultivation, only by constantly challenging stronger masters can we make continuous progress. Even if yu Jinglei didn't mention it, he Yiming would also seek an opportunity to ask this person for advice. Now, since he has spoken, he Yiming is naturally desirable.

With the continuous gathering of true Qi, he Yiming's body also began to vibrate very slightly. Each slight tremor seemed to have a magical impact on the surrounding environment.

The power of water ripple work is spreading little by little, and even has gradually affected Yu Jinglei's body.

In the eyes of the supreme elder of Hengshan, he Yiming, although still standing where he is, has become an illusory shadow. As for himself, he had turned into a cloud, a storm, and became illusory.

Yu Jinglei's eyes flashed a flash of surprise again. After seeing the wind and rain he Yiming showed at the moment, he finally determined one thing, that is, he Yiming really has the outstanding strength that can rival any of the three elders of our school.

At his age, he was able to cultivate to this point, so with the full support of paizhong, what kind of state will he grow to in the end.

At the thought of this, Yu Jinglei's eyes became more and more eager.

Suddenly, a flower in front of his eyes, he Yiming, had disappeared. Then, his eyes were covered by a diffuse cloud.

Yu Jinglei calmly stretched out a hand on his face and gently patted him in a certain direction.

It was as if this was an inattentive shot, as if not even a little strength had been used. However, after this shot, the clouds in front of me immediately dissipated, just like the red sun rising from the horizon, driving away all these clouds.

He Yiming's body flew out of the cloud like a ghost. When his figure appeared, the cloud also dissipated.

He Yiming's eyes are full of excitement and strong eagerness to try.

Although he once used the technique of wind and rain to defeat Cheng Fu, he knew that the old man in front of him was by no means comparable to Cheng Fu. However, the strength of the other party was still beyond his imagination. He could see his own position at a glance from a congenital cloud scene, and it seemed to be a slap that was hit at random. It also had such a powerful and incredible force that it flew him out so easily, and the countless changes connected could not continue to be exerted.

At this point, he realized that the powerful strength of the old man in front of him had far exceeded all the congenital strong people he had met before.

Compared with this person, whether Cheng Fu, Shui Xuanjin, or Yao daoren, they all seem so weak.

At least, in terms of power, it is like the difference between adults and children. No matter how hard children try, they can't cause any harm to adults.

However, he Yiming's heart is not surprised but happy. In the cultivation of martial arts, only such a powerful opponent can make him constantly make breakthroughs and even climb to the peak of martial arts.

He Yiming's body was like electricity. After retreating, he Yiming stamped his feet heavily. When his feet touched the earth, the whole medicine garden seemed to tremble.

Those who took care of the herbs in the medicine garden could not feel what happened here, but their hearts were stunned, as if they had sensed something, and looked in this direction.

After all, the people who can take care of the herbal medicine in the garden here are the elites in the elixir peak. Even if there are no innate strong ones, they have met the so-called innate master many times, and naturally they are vaguely aware of it.

He Yiming's body jumped up with strength. However, he didn't continue to attack the thunder, but ran away like lightning. At the same time, a faint voice came to the extreme: "let's fight again down the mountain."

Yu Jinglei laughed dumbly and caught up with him when he was floating.

He Yiming turned a few times and came to a courtyard. He just stayed for a second and reappeared. The only difference was that there was a rectangular package on his back.

Yu Jinglei's eyes glanced at the package, and the corners of his mouth immediately showed a clear smile. But his heart was more and more surprised.

It seems that what the young man is really proud of is not his kung fu, but the big knife behind him.

Their movements were so fast that no one could find their trace at all, and they had left the middle of the mountain in an instant. Just arrived at the foot of the mountain, an equally fast figure rushed up, and it was the Taoist medicine who hurried back.

He Yiming and Yu Jinglei didn't say hello to him, but rushed past him as if unaware.

Taoist Yao was slightly stunned. The two of them had run out for hundreds of meters. The Hengshan elder smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he and he Yiming had a big fight when they met for the first time, and martial uncle and he had not been calm when they met.

With a light turn of feet, Taoist medicine has turned a direction and chased them in the direction they ran.

However, after half a ring, Taoist medicine's eyes showed a look of horror. He suddenly found that the distance between himself and the two people in front seemed to be constantly widening.

Although he has done his best at the moment, even the strength of feeding has been used, there is no denying that he can no longer see or feel the existence of these two people.

The reason why we can continue to track down is entirely because of the innate master's magical induction ability to the outside world.

Finally, Taoist medicine stopped, and he looked ahead, a dense jungle, blocking his line of sight.

With a long sigh, his heart suddenly filled with an unexplained sense of depression. This feeling is so strong, even when he Yiming was at a disadvantage in the fight, he didn't have such a feeling.

However, after all, Taoist Yao was a great master who had already entered the innate world, but for a moment, he had already escaped from this decadent feeling.

Although he Yiming was defeated in the past, it was more or less related to the defeat of martial arts, and the Taoist medicine man still had the last unique skill that he had not performed, so he was still confident in the face of he Yiming.

But at this moment, under the practical competition of light body skill, he was completely thrown away by the two people in front of him.

This can only explain one problem, that is, his lightness skill is not at the same level as he Yiming and Yu Jinglei.

Thinking of this, Taoist medicine just felt bitter and astringent.

It's okay that Yu Jinglei has such a lightness skill, but he Yiming, who is only 16, also has such a strong strength on the lightness skill, which is far more than his strength, which is very difficult to accept.

Taoist Yao quietly looked ahead. In a trance, his thoughts seemed to return to the past.

He thought that when he was just promoted to the innate realm, his teacher had looked at him silently with eyes that he could not understand at that time.

The look in his eyes was so complicated that he could not forget it all his life.

Until now, the Taoist priest vaguely understood the real meaning contained in that look.

Wind swept clouds, experts came out in large numbers, and a new generation replaced the old, each leading the coquettish for decades.

Taoist Yao sighed wistfully, turned and left, and returned in the direction of lingyao peak.

He Yiming's speed is faster and faster, because he can clearly sense that Yu Jinglei's speed is also slowly increasing behind him. If he can't speed up, he will soon be caught up.

It is because of such strong pressure that his potential is further stimulated.

At this moment, his speed has reached the fastest limit in his life. However, the more he Yiming ran, the more happy he felt in his heart. He even gave birth to a feeling of immortality, as if he could run forever like this.

At the same time, the true Qi on the body is also round to Ruyi, which seems to be more and more harmonious with heaven and earth. Slowly, there was a strong pleasure in his heart that only appeared at the time of epiphany.

With him as the center, the whole forest seems to be alive, and every giant tree and grass seems to be emitting energy representing the growth of the wood system. And his body is like a huge whirlpool, absorbing these living forces heartily.

Although he was not in the state of practicing kung fu, the external living force he absorbed at the moment was not inferior to that when he was practicing inborn dead wood skill.

More and more huge energy gradually accumulated in his body, and climbed to the highest level.

Yu Jinglei in the rear was more and more shocked. In his feeling, with the continuous running of the two people, he Yiming seemed to be more and more integrated with the surrounding environment, especially the endless living forces generated from the dense forest were frantically rushing towards he Yiming.

His momentum improved, and he even gradually reached the peak of the hundred scattered days.

At this point, Yu Jinglei's heart is no longer self-control.

A 16-year-old boy can really gather his true Qi to such a degree. As long as he goes further, he can cross the barrier of hundred scattered days and advance to his first heaven.

His heart is tossed and turned in a sentence, such a genius, such a genius

Suddenly, the strength of life absorbed by he Yiming has reached the limit that his body can accommodate, and at this moment, his momentum has also climbed to the strongest level ever.

If he Yiming showed his strong momentum at the moment when fighting with Lu Xinwen or Cheng Fu, then it was guaranteed that the two people would even lose their minds in the fight in an instant, and they would escape as far as they could.

His feet fell to the ground again, and then he bounced up high. However, the direction he Yiming threw out this time was not in front of him, but towards Yu Jinglei, who was in close pursuit behind him.

His figure suddenly disappeared in midair, and then he heard countless footsteps like fried beans from the ground.

He Yiming's feet have been trampled on the ground countless times in an instant. Every time he touches the earth, he Yiming will make a faint sound, like the sound of mountain rain falling on the ground. Similarly, on his hands, he Yiming also formed his best hidden needle seal.

Every time his toes stepped on the ground, his hands would shoot a small, almost undetectable genuine Qi like a fine needle of ox hair.

These Qi flew towards Yu Jinglei like a storm, just like the endless mountain rain, which wanted to wet the whole mountain forest and spread all over every corner.

He Yiming has been completely addicted to this pattern, and even his eyes show a trace of satisfaction.

This type can play to this level, which is definitely the limit. Even if Cheng Fu and Taoist medicine are trapped, they must pay a considerable price if they want to escape.

Yu Jinglei's face was neither happy nor sad, but his expression had begun to dignify, and there was no longer the kind of casualness he had at the beginning.

In the face of the needle like Qi that seemed to be overwhelming, a green color suddenly rose on his body. Not only that, but also his cheeks quickly shrunk.

Then, the countless needle shaped Qi aroused by he Yiming hit him without exception.

However, once all the true Qi hit him, it immediately sent out a series of "poof poof" sounds, as if it had stabbed a steel needle into the wood, and instantly dissipated without a trace.

He Yiming's eyes suddenly coagulated. He looked at Yu Jinglei's face and exclaimed, "dead wood skill?"

Yu Jinglei laughed, and his face immediately returned to normal, but the green color on his body still didn't fade, anyway, it became more and more rich.

He Yiming's face flashed a wry smile, and the confidence that had just boiled immediately suffered a serious blow.

The trace of hidden needle print he just had seemed simple, but it was a handprint skill that was inspired after running for a long time and absorbing a lot of wood power from the forest and pushing his momentum to the peak.

It can be said that the power of this type has reached the limit he can reach at present. Except for the five element movement and Kaishan 36 style, which can stimulate all potential, it is impossible to send out more powerful power.

But even so, the countless needle shaped Qi still didn't beat back the thunder, and even his protective Qi didn't break. This is definitely an unacceptable thing for he Yiming, who has always been invincible.

He Yiming's subordinates consciously touched his back and touched the big knife, but he immediately stopped.

At the moment, it's just a martial arts competition. If you show the last one, I'm afraid it's not appropriate.

It seemed that Yu Jinglei saw through he Yiming's mind and said with a smile, "elder he, what unique skill do you have? You might as well show it. There is no need to worry. You can't hurt me."

His words were full of confidence, and his face naturally had a arrogant arrogance.

He Yiming nodded deeply and said, "elder Yu, I still have a sword skill. Although there is only one skill, it is my unique skill to press the bottom of the box. Be careful."

With that, he slowly untied the cane and knife cover, and took down the dagger.

His actions are not fast, and there is no element of showing off, but his every move seems to have a unique charm, as if it were integrated with the whole world.

A huge confidence, even a hundred times stronger than just now, spread from he Yiming's heart.

When all the grand knives were taken out and combined in the hands of he Yiming, he Yiming seemed to be a different person, and his momentum had faintly broken through the limit and reached a promising height.

Since he Yiming held the Daguan Dao in his hand for the first time, with the power of this Dao, he has never been defeated.

When he excites all the internal strength or true Qi in his body through the big knife, no matter what is in front of him, it will be vulnerable.

At this moment, when he once again held this great knife of great significance to him in his hand, his confidence suddenly rose like a sesame blossom.

The wind around seems to be static, and everything close to here is under the power of the dagger.

He Yiming held the knife in both hands and slowly raised his head. In his body, the basic five elements genuine Qi is rotating and changing like water.

It seems that the opponent in front of him is too powerful, which inspires all the fighting spirit of he Yiming at this moment.

Almost at the moment when his daguandao passed the top, the powerful real Qi flow rushed frantically towards the daguandao. The huge blade suddenly lit up, like a small sun suddenly appeared in this dense forest.

Looking at the light splashing knife, Yu Jinglei's face was unprecedented dignified.

He could clearly feel what a terrible force was condensed on this knife.

In front of this force, everything became insignificant, even in his heart, there was a feeling of extreme danger.

Yu Jinglei's face changed slightly. He was sure that he Yiming was still the strength of Bai santian, but the power he inspired seemed to be no worse than himself.

A terrible idea flashed through his mind.

Is it true that he Yiming has mastered some powerful skills in the legend of the higher level challenge?

With a wave of his sleeve, the same powerful breath immediately stirred up on Jinglei's body, and the huge momentum was like a tiger out of the gate, rushing towards he Yiming without disorder.

The momentum of the two people instantly had a violent collision in the air. With a sharp roar, he Yiming's knife was finally cut down like a thunderbolt.