Chapter 862

But when I feel it carefully, it is not the real earth-level body, he just touched the threshold of the earth-level body, and there is a few traces of breath on it, which made me have an illusion for a moment.

What is an earth-level physical body? It's equal to the Dzogchen body, if Ye Jing is a real earth-level body, then it's okay? Do you still need to be reduced to fight with people here, or you need to be reduced to become a plaything of the powerful?

But Ye Jing is indeed a human-level physical body, possessing the strength to destroy the sixth level of innate.

Based on this alone, it is enough to judge that Ye Jing possesses the body training sutra!

I suppressed my excitement, and sat down slowly again. I didn't expect that there was nowhere to look for, and it took no effort. I was lucky enough to meet Ye Jing.

Back then, in the bloody trials of the three great families, Ye Jing was my biggest opponent at the time. He possessed the strength of the Great Perfection of Land Resources, which was infinitely close to innate, which caught me off guard.

Also, in that lake, Ye Jing and Fang Yi's messy affairs were still clearly seen by me. This guy is a second man.

Unexpectedly, time will never come back, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye. After Ye Jing was expelled from the Ye family, he fell into this situation. The scars all over his body obviously suffered a lot.

Steady my mind, I sat down with peace of mind and began to watch tonight's fight, curious in my heart how powerful Ye Jing is now.

At this moment, the audience was excited, shouting and cheering for those who bet.

"Isn't this Ye Jing from the Ye family before?"

"I didn't expect him to be so powerful, but he is finished. Even he himself doesn't know how high his own odds are now. Everyone is counting on him to lose. It is best to die here."

"In the wheel battle of nine people, the last one has taken advantage of it. I can guarantee that Ye Jing will never last."

Amidst the loud voices, nine people came out of the backstage one after another, and sat next to the huge ring one by one. It seemed that the organizer did it deliberately and didn't want to waste time because of the nine people's appearance.

Ye Jing stood in the corner of the arena with a sullen face, gearing up.

The host took the microphone and walked off the ring, and said: "The competition is about to begin, and the rules must be clear to everyone. To die is to die. Here, the only real winner is to live. The strengths are very close and fair. They are all around the Seventh Level of Congenital, and there is no referee, so please invite the first opponent, Feng Xu."

As soon as the words were blurted, a middle-aged strong man stood up from the seat of the nine people, stepped onto the high platform, looked at Ye Jing with disdain, and said with a sneer, "Ye Jing, you met me, Feng Xu! What a pity, give up resisting, and then I will replace you and face the next eight people, until I become a big favorite in the gamble! Even some big shots are spotted."

Ye Jing seemed to have a big change in temperament, his expression became more and more indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

As the bell rang, Feng Xu took the lead, condensed his air fingers with one hand, and struck away in an instant, "Ye Jing, you are too good at pretending. Now everyone expects you to die here. How much profit did some people lose?"

"My heart is dead, so why should I be afraid of life and death?" Ye Jing said suddenly, like a walking corpse without any emotion, at the moment Feng Xu pointed at him, he remained motionless, as if he was indestructible.

With a bang, Ye Jing was unscathed, and Feng Xu was completely stunned, "This is impossible! What kind of body is this? Your body is even stronger than the match I watched a few days ago!"

"You just need to know that I never kill you." Ye Jing grabbed Feng Xu's finger in an instant, broke it off in a blink of an eye, and then kicked out with his big foot.

Whoosh~

Feng Xu became a ball on the spot, was kicked by Ye Jing and flew more than ten meters away, hit the wall, his whole body was broken, and he was half dead.

One trick wins!

The audience was in an uproar.

"Damn it, this Ye Jing has become stronger again."

"Damn it, what is his body made of? It's simply too strange. Even Feng Xu, who was born at the seventh level, was defeated in seconds."

"Don't worry, there are still eight people behind. Ye Jing just wants to save some energy. After all, the strength of the last person is quite difficult."

The host looked at Feng Xu in a daze, and came back to his senses after a while, and said in the audience: "In the first round, Feng Xu lost his ability to resist, and Ye Jing won. Next, we invite Rao Chan for the second place."

I have been sitting in the auditorium, clenching my chin and watching Ye Jing silently, thinking that Ye Jing is so talented that he can cultivate to a human-level physical body.

Soon, Ye Jing fought one after another, and every time he made a move, he used one move to control the enemy.

Second, third, fourth...

Until the eighth person was defeated, many audience members were furious and shouted and cursed in the auditorium.

"Ye Jing, damn it, can you admit defeat? Do you know how much I lost?"

"Money is not a problem, I have also bet on some good pills."

"Damn it, this Ye Jing is a popular person promoted by the organizer. It is too difficult for us to make money for them. We can only look at the last person. I heard that he is from Dongpu. He is a congenital eightfold !"

I looked away and found that among the nine seats, there was only one middle-aged man left at the moment, with a mustache, wearing Japanese clothes, and holding an unsheathed samurai sword.

After the eighth person was defeated, the middle-aged Dongpu cursed Baga, and suddenly drew his sword on the stage. The blade was mixed with internal energy, and it was extremely sharp.

"Death!" The middle-aged Dongying slashed down with a knife, revealing his murderous intentions.

Ye Jing became serious for a moment, he didn't dare to shake the knife forcefully, and backed back involuntarily.

I squinted my eyes, cursing inwardly, Ye Jing didn't use his inner qi from the beginning to the end, could it be that he has only a human-level physical body, but the cultivation of inner qi is lagging behind? If Dongpu's middle-aged cultivation surpassed Ye Jing's physical strength, he would definitely die tonight.

Because according to my observation, Ye Jing's physical strength should match the peak of the seventh level of innateness, and this middle-aged Dongying is firmly in the eighth level of innateness.

Sure enough, Ye Jing began to retreat steadily, and was constantly suppressed by the middle-aged Dongying, and was hacked all over his body.

Seeing Ye Jing lose, the atmosphere in the auditorium reached its peak, and countless figures were cheering.

"Hahaha, finally lost."

"The odds of losing and not dying are high."

"Yamamoto-kun, do your best, it's too boring for you to tease Ye Jing like this."

This middle-aged Japanese man, known as Yamamoto-kun, had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, swung the blade quickly, took a deep breath, held the knife with both hands, and cut from top to bottom.

Immediately, a two-foot-tall triple air blade rushed out, as if it was a sure-fire blow.

"You dignitaries arranged Xiantian Yazhong to deal with me. It seems that you really want me to die. It's ridiculous. So no matter how hard I try, I'm just a victim between the organizer and the dignitaries." Ye Jing was shocked and died. Gritting his teeth, he couldn't break the move at all, he could only keep backing away.

It's a pity that these triple air blades are too fast, and Ye Jing has no way to retreat.

At this moment, I was sitting in the original position, and with the flick of my fingers, I collapsed the air blade, accidentally mixed with a trace of coercion, which made the middle-aged Dongying suddenly unable to bear it, and fell to the ground on the spot, spurting blood and becoming unconscious.

"This..." Ye Jing stopped in his tracks, while being shocked, he began to look around.

The audience was dumbfounded.

"How is this going."

"Yamamoto-kun lost?"

"Ye Jing won again. He must have used some strange trick. Not only did he break the Qi Blade, but he also turned back on Yamamoto-kun, damn it."