At first, when he heard Jiuling's angry shouts, he felt a little unreasonable.

After all, it is you who disturbs others’ cultivation first.

But now that he was like this, Jiu Ling still refused to let him go and seemed to insist on killing him, which made him a little angry.

Looking at Jiuling, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Wang Yu's voice was cold: "Uncle Jiuling, please stop, otherwise, please forgive me for being rude!"

"I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death!" Jiuling turned a deaf ear and punched wildly.

Wang Yu smiled. It seemed that he really didn't need to be polite.

Reach out, spread your fingers, make a fist, and punch out violently.

Peng!

A figure broke through the smoke, shot out, and hit the mountain wall, sticking to it like paper.

"Hey, what's going on?" A disciple from Fang Shitai, who was nearby, blinked.

"It looks like a big black mouse?" someone answered, and he also saw it.

At this time, the smoke slowly dispersed, and everyone was still in the mood to pay attention to what was flying out. They all looked at the place where Wang Yu originally was.

They urgently want to know what is going on now.

Is that junior brother with the evil talent still alive?

The state of death, is it miserable?

However, when I saw it, I suddenly stopped!

"Still...still alive?" one person stammered.

Wang Yu, who was standing still, with his hair not even messed up, gave them a great visual impact.

After all, in their original conjecture, Wang Yu shouldn't still be standing, no, he shouldn't even be alive.

After all, the opponent is the famous third-generation disciple, the ancient alien species, the nine-headed green lion!

"Junior Brother Wang Yu is still alive. It's strange. Where is Uncle Jiu Ling?" At this time, one person finally remembered and moved his eyes to look for someone's whereabouts.

However, I looked around and couldn't find the target, which made me even more surprised.

"Disappeared? Why can't I find it?"

While everyone was still searching, Wang Yu retracted his fist and was already preparing to leave.

"Sure enough, now that I have been transformed by the fluctuations of the neutron star, my essence has changed."

"Although it's far less than one cubic centimeter weighing 100 million tons, with my current weight, I'm afraid it won't weigh less than a hundred tons."

This is the result of visualizing the fluctuations of a neutron star. The focus is not on the increase in weight, but on the improvement of mass.

It's like a ton of cotton or a ton of pig iron. Which one is more powerful when hitting people?

When attacked, is the defense stronger?

"With my current weight and mass, my pure strength is enough to have the strength of 80,000 horses. What if I use the Manado Jutsu again?"

Wang Yu smiled and was very satisfied with this harvest.

He didn't take Jiuling Yuan Sheng seriously at all.

To him, this was just an episode.

"Once you have mastered your magical powers, you can practice Taoism, and you can also condense your magic power... Go find the master!"

Wang Yu turned around, his heart almost skipped a beat, and he felt very impatient.

Finally got to this point.

After traveling through time, he can finally become a real monk.

Supernatural powers are just fighting techniques, auxiliary cultivation techniques, and the most important thing is Taoism.

Condensing magic power and Taoist heart requires Taoism.

Taoism, Taoism, Tao is the foundation, law is the means, and the law here is magical power.

Only when you have cultivated Taoism can you have the foundation and foundation to establish yourself, and will you have an infinite future.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Wang Yu stepped briskly and sped up. Just as he was about to walk out, a violent shout suddenly came from behind him.

"Stop!"

Everyone felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, like the voice of Master Jiu Ling who they thought had disappeared.

When I heard the news, I was all shocked. It turned out to be Uncle Jiu Ling?

"So that big black rat that flew over just now...is Master Jiu Ling?" The monk who heard the noise before smacked his tongue and looked in shock at the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint who tore himself off like a painting on the mountain wall.

The others were stunned, shocked and confused!

Uncle Jiu Ling, a third-generation disciple who had just lost his temper and was so powerful, was actually beaten into a picture by a fourth-generation disciple who had just started?

Uncle Jiu Ling, who had previously been shouting that he was going to be killed for disturbing his cultivation, looked like he was almost killed!

Seeing the scene in front of them, everyone wiped away cold sweat.

"Boy, you really pissed me off!" With a snap, Jiuling Yuansheng finally tore himself off the mountain wall and looked at Wang Yu with a fierce look.

"Uncle Jiuling Master, you have to think clearly. We have settled the previous grudges and that punch just now." Wang Yu said.

"If you take action now, it's a new enemy. If you really want to do this, don't blame your nephew for not holding back."

In Gengjin Huoling Mountain, a group of people listened with their eyes widened, like bells.

His eyes moved back and forth between Wang Yu and Jiuling Yuan Sheng. It was unbelievable that a fourth-generation disciple faced his third-generation master uncle. Not only was he not afraid, but he threatened him in return.

The aura is so high that it seems that this fourth-generation disciple is stronger than the third-generation disciple?

Everyone had the illusion that the fourth generation disciples were at a disadvantage!

"Okay, okay!" Jiuling laughed angrily and said repeatedly.

He stopped talking and started taking action, not bothering to talk nonsense.

Flying in the air, he shook his body and nine heads suddenly appeared.

Nine-headed magical power, nine times overall increase.

The momentum increased sharply.

Jiuling rushed over and without saying a word, punched him again.

The power of this punch was far greater than before, and the entire Gengjin Huoling Mountain seemed to be shaking, as if it could not withstand such power.

Wang Yu stretched out his hand, made a fist, and punched out slowly.

However, his fist was not as big as Jiu Ling's. It was ordinary, just like a mortal.

Boom~

The two fists collided, the force surged, and a thunderous roar sounded.

Hugh~

A figure flew out upside down and was still in mid-air. Before it hit the ground, a stream of bright red blood was already spilled.

"The one who flew out is Master Jiu Ling!" Someone pointed at the Nine Spirits in the air and shouted.

At this moment, everyone was shocked. There was smoke blocking the scene and they couldn't see clearly.

Although I know the result, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so my senses are not as clear as now. It's shocking!

Now, they saw with their own eyes that the two fists collided.

A third generation disciple and a fourth generation disciple.

A great monk who is at the peak of becoming a god, and a young junior who has just started.

No matter how you think about it, there is a huge difference, but now the loser is the third-generation disciple who looks stronger!

"It's really strong!" On the stone platform, Wang Yu took three steps back and shook his sore arm, slightly surprised.

With his body transformed by the neutron star and his own strength, he was able to be beaten back by bombardments and collisions.

Sure enough, this Nine Spirits Yuansheng can be famous in later generations, and he does have some abilities.

"Not bad!" Wang Yu praised, looked at Jiuling Yuan Sheng who was about to land, stepped on the stone platform with both feet, took advantage of the force, and flew out like a bullet.
Chapter completed!