When everyone thought that Butler Cui was blocking Ye Ping, the person involved could not say a word.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat. With just one move, he felt that the bones of his body were almost broken. The qi and blood were surging wildly, almost splashing out. If it weren't for his master's level strength, he could barely suppress it, otherwise he would have vomited blood and fell to the ground. He could withstand it, which was entirely because of forced support.

"What is the only way to shake the sky and shake the earth." Ye Ping sneered, "It's simply a ignorant. The old slave who is a master dares to rashly claim to be the sky? What qualifications do you have? Humph, since you want to raise the sky, then I will do it as you wish. The flames are burning for the ages! Old slave, this is the boxing intention of Zhao Yao's Flame King's Fist, I will give it back to you this time!"

The Flame King Fist is a product produced by Ye Ping's combination of Sun Yao Fist and a flame Fist technique he once obtained in the cave. He originally had the quasi-king-level boxing spirit, so naturally not everyone can compete with it. Only by practicing to a high level can one understand the various mysteries. It is as if he has reached his current level and can he use the true strength of Sun Yao Fist.

This burning forever is derived from this mystery. Suddenly, a strong aura of flame swept out.

Many of the Feng family's illegitimate children who were hiding behind Butler Cui were unable to dodge and were immediately burned by the flames.

Even a scream was burned to ashes without even having time to make it happen. It was a terrible sight. Butler Cui was about to break his eyes. He saw that the Feng family, which he had been guarding, had suffered such a disaster. The Feng family's children were killed and injured so many times, and he was even more angry. But he was in danger now. If he hadn't used his life foundation to support him, he would have been defeated long ago.

But even so, his whole body trembled violently in front of this fist that seemed to be able to burn forever. He shouted incredibly, "No... impossible! Absolutely impossible! Why, why is Ye Ping so strong? Even in the middle level of the eighth grade, he should not have such terrifying spiritual energy. Lord, I should die for the sin of the old slave..."

Butler Cui was shocked. He wanted to pull his hands back and was ready to stop Ye Ping from chasing the Feng family. But the cruel facts did not allow him to do so. His arms were burned out by the scorching flames in an instant. Ye Ping's fist intention did not stop there. He continued to hand out his big hand as usual, and grabbed him directly at Butler Cui's head.

Only a loud bang was heard, and his head exploded, and the scene was extremely miserable.

Immediately afterwards, his body burned violently, and countless qi and blood surged wildly. Ye Ping thought about it and suddenly took advantage of the momentum to swallow the fist intention, and swallowed all the majestic qi and blood in Butler Cui's body and the essence of martial arts into his body. However, he did not absorb it directly, but formed a golden Shuoshuo and a round golden elixir-like thing.

People seemed to be able to hear this golden elixir full of Butler Cui's roar and his unwillingness.

Everyone's faces changed, and seeing Ye Ping was like seeing a ghost.

It was so easy to transform a seventh-grade master into a golden elixir. What a powerful method? I'm afraid no matter how powerful an eighth-grade master is, it's impossible to do it in every move, right? What's more, anyone can feel that this golden elixir contains infinite life essence, and if you take it, it will definitely benefit endlessly.

"Zhao Yao!" Ye Ping yelled loudly, grabbed Zhao Yao directly, hit the golden elixir directly into his lower abdomen, and then poured his spiritual energy into it from the top of his head, shouting in a low voice, "Concentrate your mind and gather your energy, cooperate with the spiritual energy I transmitted in, quickly refine this golden elixir! You are only one step away from the seventh-grade master, and success or failure lies in this!"

Zhao Yao didn't know Ye Ping's thoughts, and knew that this was a great opportunity. He was not vague at the moment, and seemed to care that he was in the center of the battlefield now. Anyway, with Ye Ping pressing the formation, he didn't think there was any danger. So he immediately silently used the Firing King Fist. A strong flame rose from the dantian in the lower abdomen, burning the golden elixir burned hotly.

The true essence of life flowed into his limbs and bones, and he felt that his strength was rapidly increasing.

"No, Butler Cui is dead!" Feng Haoyuan was excited, "This servant Zhao Yao actually dared to prepare for a breakthrough in practicing martial arts at this time. We cannot give him this opportunity and kill him immediately! Snatch this golden elixir, Lord, you may break through to the level of a master! Now you can't control so many people, the Feng family, let's take action together and kill them!"

Every Feng family's child has almost been trained by Chen Anzhi, but the difference is the length of the training. Feng Haoyuan and the others have also received guidance from Chen Anzhi, and they are actually a fifth-grade master. Although most of the other Feng family's children are only third-grade and fourth-grade, they are not ordinary people. They have a certain combat power and rushed over immediately.

Feng Luchen, who was the first to scold Tang Lixin, had an excited look in his eyes. Of course, he was not snatched by the head of the Feng family. Everyone knows now that as long as they see the swallowing and refining this golden elixir, their strength will definitely be improved. Even if the Feng family is really destroyed, as long as they get the golden elixir and flee, they will still be a master in the future.

In this world, as long as you have the strength, you will not be afraid of any difficulties. At worst, you can rebuild a family.

"Hmph, a group of sluts dare to make rash things in front of me. I'm afraid I don't even know how to write the word "death".

Ye Ping snorted coldly, pressed his left hand on Zhao Yao's head, and clenched his right hand into a fist. The strong fist intention suddenly burst out, "The sun is in the world, the sun is falling! You bottom practitioners actually want to challenge my majesty, but they really have no brains. I thought I could not do anything to you as Zhao Yao's protector? It's simply a whimsical idea and it's not enough to accomplish anything."

The spiritual energy around him gradually began to boil, and for a moment, there was a ray of light in the sky, as if countless suns were traveling through the distant universe and falling and hitting everyone.

The strong thoughts of the Sun Yat Fist swept into everyone's hearts, and issued a shocking sound that shook the past and the present.

"not good!"

Feng Luchen was the first to be hit and had no time to dodge, but he actually hit the Riyao Fist head-on.

The next second, his body burst out and he was so dead that he didn't even have the residue left.
Chapter completed!