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Chapter 1777 Rolling

"Miss is right. Although this person's strength is good, it is a world of difference compared to the young master." At this moment, Song Tong came back to his senses and said such words. He was very confident about Zhang Yang.

At this time, Zhang Yang had already faced Zhao Yin with dozens of moves. If the former had not retained his strength, Zhao Yin would have been defeated long ago.

The more he fought with Zhang Yang, Zhao Yin felt that the former was unfathomable, and his face gradually became solemn. He thought to himself, "This person's strength is really powerful, as if he is like a bottomless pit."

Zhao Yin was shocked to find that no matter whether he used all his strength or not, the other party was still suppressing him.

"When you face the enemy, you dare to be distracted! If you meet a real opponent, you may not even know how to die." Just as Zhao Yin was thinking, Zhang Yang's voice suddenly came out.

Immediately afterwards, before Zhao Yin could react, Zhang Yang punched the former in the chest.

For a moment, Zhao Yin had no time to resist and was beaten backwards by Zhang Yang. Of course, Zhang Yang still retained his strength, otherwise, Zhao Yin would be seriously injured with this punch alone.

"Hmph, it's true that there are two tricks, but the men in my Twelve Caves are not easy to bully." After landing and stabilizing, Zhao Yin snorted coldly, trying his best to calm himself down.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Zhao Yin continued to rush towards Zhang Yang.

"Is that true? But according to the strength you show, it seems that this is not the case." Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and said such words.

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, Zhao Yin seemed to be angry and shouted loudly, without any intention of temptation. His speed was extreme, and his moves attacked Zhang Yang's vitals, as if he wanted to kill Zhang Yang.

Seeing this situation, Xiao Die'er frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Zhao Yin.

"This man is really ungrateful. Brother Zhang Yang retains his strength everywhere to give in to him. He can't even see that it's abominable. It's simply hateful to think of hitting the stone with an egg."

Xiao Die'er said coldly, with a faint murderous intent in her eyes.

"Miss, don't worry. With Mr. Zhang's strength, he will definitely suppress this person."

Song Tong smiled and explained.

Qin Yidie seemed to turn a blind eye to the conversation between the two, and her eyes kept falling on Zhang Yang, as if she was worried that something would happen.

A "bang" sound came, attracting everyone's attention. Even Ye Chen and others stopped their movements and looked in the direction of Zhang Yang and others.

Zhao Yin kept attacking like crazy. Zhang Yang acted easily and turned the opponent's attack away easily, but he did not launch a counterattack.

Ye Chen was not surprised to see this situation. He had seen Zhang Yang's strength, but the people in the Twelve Caves were different, and they all looked like ghosts.

The people Zhao Yin brought were all elites from the Twelve Caves, so how could it be seen that Zhang Yang's strength had far exceeded Zhao Yin's, so he was so relaxed.

"Die for me!"

Zhang Yang deliberately sold a flaw, but Zhao Yin thought he had seized the opportunity and launched an attack desperately, attacking the former with one punch.

Seeing victory in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yin's mouth, as if mocking Zhang Yang for being blindly arrogant.

However, just as the attack was about to fall, Zhang Yang's figure flashed and suddenly disappeared from Zhao Yin's vision.

Suddenly, everyone widened their eyes and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Zhang Yang's movements were too fast. Except for Song Tong, no one discovered how Zhang Yang did it.

Zhao Yin didn't need to say anything more. His target suddenly disappeared. His mind was probably in a panic. In addition to being unbelievable, he was more shocked. Suddenly, a huge sense of crisis surged into his heart and subconsciously wanted to evacuate.

"Zhao Yin, you are still too young."

However, before Zhao Yin could move, a Changyang voice rang behind him. The sound fell, Zhao Yin's hair stood up, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and look behind him.

Before Zhao Yin even saw Zhang Yang, he noticed a huge force invading his whole body. Then he seemed to have a kite with a broken string, flew forward uncontrollably and fell heavily a few meters away.

Zhang Yang retracted his fist and did not continue to pursue him. After all, he was Li Maoquan's disciple, and the two of them did not have a big grudge against each other. Naturally, Zhang Yang would not kill him.

"Zhao Yin, your strength

It's very good, but it's a little too impetuous. If you are against the enemy, you're not even Ye Chen's opponent. As for Su Yan, I'm afraid you can easily beat you."

Zhang Yang said lightly, saying such words at this time was also for Zhao Yin's favor. When the two faced the enemy, strength was part of the reason for the victory or defeat, and the mentality was the same.

Obviously, Zhao Yin's emotional fluctuations are very fluctuating and he is easily led by the other party. What's the use of being able to exert his strength?

Zhang Yang and Su Yan once fought. In addition to being higher in realm than Zhao Yin, the latter also has a more stable mentality, so Zhang Yang can conclude that if Su Yan fights Zhao Yin, he can definitely beat Zhao Yin.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Yin endured the severe pain from his back, cursed angrily, and quickly got up and rushed towards Zhang Yang again. Obviously he didn't realize that Zhang Yang was doing his own good.

But thinking about it is true, in a furious situation, Zhao Yin almost lost his ability to think.

"This is our chassis, so how can you point fingers at me?" As he said that, Zhao Yin gathered an offensive in his hands and attacked Zhang Yang again.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Yang was not angry at all, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, "It seems that he still has to teach him a good lesson for Elder Li, otherwise, no matter how high his talent is, what's the use of it?"

There are never many geniuses in this world, but how many geniuses can survive to the end? The reason is very simple. Geniuses have the arrogance of geniuses. They will inevitably be controlled by emotions during the matchup, and are caught by others to weaken their weaknesses, and their strength cannot be exerted at normal levels.

Genius only represents outstanding talent. Whether it can grow up completely is still a question. If it dies prematurely, what is the use of no matter how strong the talent is.

"Forget it, let you see clearly today the gap between you and me."

At this moment, Zhang Yang said softly, before the voice had fallen, the Concentration Jue and the Tiangang Jue were used at the same time. Suddenly, the former emitted a faint golden light all over his body, as if the gods had descended to earth.
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