Not only the disciples of Taiyi Sect, but even Lin Zheng, Qu Hanshan, Li Guangbi and others were shocked.

What's going on?

They knew the destruction of Ye Qingyu's foundation of the martial arts of the qi of the qi are the most clear, and even Yu Junhan agreed with this view.

As strong as Yu Junhan, he could not help Ye Qingyu recover his vitality and martial arts for a while.

But what is this scene in front of you?

More than a dozen Taiyi disciples with profound cultivation chose one of them in the Tianhuang Realm. In fact, they could be considered a hero of a prince, but were knocked down by a "waste man" like Ye Qingyu, whose foundation of vital martial arts was destroyed.

What a joke.

If this is the effect of the Yuanqi Martial Arts cultivation after it is destroyed, then everyone at the scene will have the urge to immediately erode the foundation of Yuanqi Martial Arts.

There are also some people who vaguely see some clues.

Ye Qingyu casually drew disciples of Fei Taiyi, but they did not rely on traditional energy power.

It is physical cultivation.

But this requires physical strength, how strong can it be to achieve this?

"You, you... Xiao Zaizi, who are you? How dare you be so arrogant and hurt many of my Taiyi brothers. Do you know what you are doing?" A disciple of Taiyi, who looked a little older, pointed at Ye Qingyu, and said tremblingly because of fear or anger.

Some other Taiyi disciples who had not been beaten also gathered together, staring at Ye Qingyu with a shocked and angry expression.

Ye Qingyu didn't say anything.

He pulled out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his right hand gently and soothingly.

It seemed as if he had just slapped the disciple of Taiyi Sect to get rid of his hands, which was dirty.

This scene made the disciples of Taiyi Sect angry and hateful.

After Vince slowly wiped his hands, he threw them away casually, and threw them out the white handkerchief. Before it landed, it turned into a piece of dust.

Ye Qingyu then raised his head, looked at the shocked and scared Taiyi disciples on the opposite side, and said lightly: "Who am I? Haha, of course I am the master."

"Master?" The elderly disciple of Taiyi was stunned.

Ye Qingyu stared at him with a calm look and said, "I am a creature born and raised in the Tianhuang Realm, an indigenous person in this realm. My ancestors have lived in this world for generations. My relatives, friends, and brothers and sisters are all defending this world. Our descendants will also reproduce and prosper in this world. Can't I be considered the master?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Lin Zheng and others were better, but the powerful generals of the imperial guards suddenly breathed a little rapid.

Ye Qingyu's words, word by word, all reached their hearts.

Not long ago, when they were suppressed by disciples of Taiyi Sect, humiliated by lowly natives and weak ants, each of them felt extreme anger and humiliation, but for a moment, they could not think of the most reasonable, well-founded and stern rebuttal, and even the battle was instantly defeated by the other party...

But at this time, when Ye Qingyu used such an unparalleled power in his every move, slapped the arrogance of the Taiyi disciples with one slap, and then he faintly used the word "master" to fight back against the opponent, every imperial guard general felt as if there was blood burning and flames bursting in his body.

Their eyes looked at Ye Qingyu, and their pride was filled with unconcealed respect.

It is a kind of respect that comes from the heart of the bone marrow and can be used for it.

Even Lin Zheng, after he was slightly dazed, could not help but secretly exclaim Ye Qingyu in his heart.

This most outstanding genius in the Snow Country in the past fifty years, facing the sharp Ye Qingyu, had to admit from the heart that since Ye Qingyu's rise, the era of his right prime minister has finally begun to disappear little by little.

The waves behind the river push forward the waves ahead.

"Master? Haha, it's so funny. Yelang is arrogant and doesn't know what to say." A disciple of Taiyi Sect said in shock and angrily.

The older Taiyi disciple was also very angry and laughed.

"Hahaha, master? This is the funniest joke I have ever heard... Your realm is weak and pitiful. You have not even formed your most complete laws. You cannot even bear the power of the realm of heaven... You are just some poor bugs living in the lower realm. The world is divided into several levels. Do you know? The sequence of the Nine-level realm, you, the realm that cannot even bear the power of heaven, cannot enter the realm. You are like a group of bed bugs living in a stinky puddle. Hahaha, you don't know what you mean, and you dare to call yourself the master?"

Ye Qingyu frowned.

The boundaries of the vast world are actually divided into levels?

Nine-class boundary sequence?

This information has not been exposed to before.

But it sounds so naked and sharp, and it seems that you can smell a slight smell of blood between the lines of words.

Whenever there are ranks, there will be classes.

Anyone with a class must have rule.

Wherever there is rule, there will be ruled, slaughtered, and oppressed.

It seems that this so-called world is really as everyone was worried before. The major realms are not really peaceful. Killing, invading, and fighting in the realms are the eternal themes.

Seeing Ye Qingyu stop talking, he thought he was frightened, and the slightly older disciple of Taiyi immediately became energetic.

"Haha, boy, now that we know our origin, are you scared?" He laughed, raised his head, and the expression in his eyes became arrogant and arrogant, and said, "Why don't you say anything? Can't you say it?"

Ye Qingyu smiled, nodded, and said very alone: ​​"It's true."

"Haha, since I have no idea what to say, I can't accept it, so I'll surrender. Maybe I can spare your life..." Another disciple of Taiyi Sect said sneeringly and arrogantly again.

"The reason is too rude?" Ye Qingyu said lightly: "Who said it? I can't say it, it's just because I'm too lazy to say it. As the master, we have achieved all the etiquette. Unfortunately, you are a group of bad guests and don't know the way of being a guest at all. It's okay to bully the guest, but you have to turn the guest on the guest... Since you can't listen to the reason, then I'll tell you another way."

As he said that, Ye Qingyu smiled and shone his fists.

Then he walked step by step towards the Taiyi disciple who was barely standing.

Suddenly, the Taiyi disciples who had just raised their proud heads looked a little disappointed.

"You, you...what are you doing..." A disciple of Taiyi clan was so scared that he pointed at Ye Qingyu stammered, step by step, with a look of fear. The scene of Ye Qingyu sucking their brothers away like a rotten wood made them still feel scared.

Ye Qingyu smiled gently and said, "What are you doing? Of course, I'm going to make a difference to you."

"Don't bully people too much." The slightly older disciple of Taiyi's sect became vicious and said, "You are following the physical cultivation school, right? It is rare to practice physical skills to your level, but if you really want to rely on physical skills and to regret the vitality and martial arts, it is a dream."

As he said that, his palm spread out.

A golden miniature knife with golden light appeared in his palm, rotating drippingly, and suddenly expanded and became larger in the wind, eventually turning into a golden knife more than one meter long, held in his hand.

The golden sword-cutting pattern flows, with a great light and color, and a sharp and unparalleled aura. The golden aura bursts out like mist. It looks like it is not an ordinary item, or at least a top-level treasure-level weapon.

"Haha, so what about the extreme physical cultivation? If I was slashed by my [Gilded Knife of Time] with the divine iron cut like mud, my bones and flesh will still be broken." With a knife in his hand, his momentum soared.

This sentence seems to remind other disciples of Taiyi Sect.

The disciples of Taiyi Sect all their eyes lit up.

Yes, the reason why physical cultivation gradually became a sub-straight stream in the long river of martial arts, was abandoned by many geniuses and gradually declined because the power of the body has fatal flaws.

No matter how strong the body is, it will never be able to fight against magical weapons.

Even if you practice to the peak of physical skills, you can break the mountains and earth with your bare hands, and you will not be able to fly to the sky or escape from the earth, and you will not be able to resist the magic weapon and the cultivation process will be extremely painful.

Ye Qingyu's body is so strong, but after all, it is just a physical cultivation.

No matter how strong the body is, it can still fight against treasures, but can the Taoist weapon be formed?

For a moment, each Taiyi disciple summoned his respective weapons.

He is worthy of being a disciple of the sect from a mature realm. His weapons are rare magic weapons, most of which are treasure-level weapons, and one or two pseudo-Tao weapons, which are volatile and powerful, making the entire tent instantly full of killing aura.

"Hahaha, boy, you're dead."

"Isn't your fist very hard? Let's try to hold the hardness of the Hunyuan World-Destroying Hammer."

"I was almost scared by this little bastard... I greeted him with a magic weapon... Having said that, this person in the lower realm has never seen such a treasure."

The disciples of Taiyi Sect rushed over with a grim smile.

"Is that so? Then give it a try."

Ye Qingyu's expression was as usual and punched him out.

"Looking for death...Breaking the Void Slash!"

A disciple of Taiyi Sect roared angrily, and the golden slashing sword was instantly slashed out, and his combat skills exploded.

The golden runes flowed on the golden blade, and the air roared like butter and separated on both sides. There was a sharp golden divine light on the blade. The terrifying momentum made people dare not look at it. The sword intention was so strong that it seemed that even the world would be cut into two pieces with one knife.

Ye Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, and he rushed directly at the divine blade with his flesh and blood fist.

In the moment of lightning, the blade slashed on the fist.

bite!

The strange sound of metal and stone fighting came.

Then there is the crisp sound of clicking and jagging—

Happy New Year.

I'm studying how to send red envelopes, which seems to be a backend, can't send red envelopes.
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