Chapter 1913: Heavenly Extreme Palm
Ye Cheng's hands were trembling, the book in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy!
"Stinky boy, even if we give you ten years, you are just a worm in front of us!" Seeing that Ye Cheng had really picked up Zhang Ziling's booklet, those arrogances sneered, full of disdain.
Zhang Ziling's ability to kill their companions in one move at least showed that Zhang Ziling had a certain strength. If they hadn't had to, they didn't want to fight Zhang Ziling in advance.
The people from Tianhumen are on their way here, and when the time comes to surround the teahouse, Zhang Ziling will undoubtedly die, and there is no need for them to put themselves in danger now.
However, Ye Cheng is different. Several Tianjiao can clearly perceive the strength of Ye Cheng in the early stage of Nirvana. Get down.
How many realms can a waste be raised in ten minutes?
They had never heard of such a thing!
Not to mention that these Tianjiao didn't believe it, even the local monks in the teahouse who knew the details of Zhang Ziling didn't believe that Ye Cheng could complete the transformation within ten minutes.
The devil emperor returns to being strong, but what he said is really a fantasy!
Under everyone's questioning or mocking eyes, Ye Cheng swallowed slightly, and then opened the booklet.
Even though he thought it was impossible, Zhang Ziling had put him up now, and if he didn't do something, those arrogances would not show mercy to him.
Opening the booklet, a powerful soul force gushed out from the booklet, carrying a lot of information into Ye Cheng's mind.
The huge amount of information almost burst Ye Cheng's head, Ye Cheng now only feels that countless martial arts and martial arts flashed in his mind, and then engraved in his soul.
In the outside world, the other monks saw Ye Cheng's eyes glazed over, and the booklet in his hand was glowing with golden light, turning the pages quickly.
Several Tianjiao still didn't care about this, even if the booklet was peerless martial arts, Taoist suicide note, it is impossible for a guy in the early stage of Nirvana to expand his strength to the point where it threatens them.
What's more, the treasures of the level of Dao God's posthumous letter will contain the spirit of Dao God, which may not even be touched by the strong of the holy rank. A book that can be opened in Nirvana is at most left by the strong of the holy rank. The exercises are commonplace.
Zhang Ziling didn't care about everyone's questioning eyes.
If he wanted to, it would not be a problem to forcibly pull Ye Cheng's strength to the emperor rank, but that would cut off Ye Cheng's way to continue to become stronger in the future, and it was unnecessary.
In that booklet, Zhang Ziling left a little bit of his soul power, recorded some of his records in the Three Thousand Universes, and some martial arts and martial arts created by himself in his free time.
Coupled with the supreme energy attached to the booklet, the booklet Ye Cheng is holding now is like a golden finger obtained by the fantasy hero, enough to blow him away*!
If Ye Cheng can make good use of it, he may be able to shine in the Great Desolate Continent in the future and make a name for himself.
"This little guy is very talented. As long as he comprehends one and a half moves in the booklet within ten minutes, it is not difficult to kill those Tiangong Nirvana."
"If you don't realize it, it's because he doesn't have enough opportunities."
Zhang Ziling glanced at Ye Cheng, then closed his eyes and took a nap, no longer caring about the outside world.
Since those Tianjiao wanted to surround him to prevent him from escaping, he also saved the effort of suppressing those people.
The atmosphere in the teahouse is a bit depressing,
All the local monks were even more nervous than Ye Cheng at the moment, clenched their fists tightly and stared at Ye Cheng.
Although everyone didn't believe it, the booklet was thrown out by the Devil Emperor after all...
What if a miracle happens?
The monks don't want to miss the deeds that are enough to be recorded in the history of the Great Desolation Continent!
The craziest murder in history!
Ten minutes of metamorphosis!
The booklet was flipped faster and faster, Yecheng's seven orifices were already bleeding, and an inexplicable aura lingered around him.
"Something's wrong!" Fairy Tianjiao's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in her heart.
If Zhang Ziling was joking and threw out an ordinary booklet, there would be no such phenomenon!
The expressions of the other Tianjiao were not as wild as before, and the aura surrounding Ye Cheng made them a little uncomfortable.
"The fool really gave him ten minutes, just kill him!"
A Tianjiao in the late stage of Nirvana didn't want to wait any longer, so he raised his sword and stabbed at Ye Cheng, a little cold light splashed!
Ye Cheng's eyes were still dull, and he didn't notice Tianjiao's attack at all.
However, just when everyone thought that Tianjiao was going to pierce Ye Cheng's throat, Ye Cheng's body moved aside like a ghost, avoiding Tianjiao's sword!
"What!"
Tianjiao's complexion changed slightly, and before he could change his move, he felt a gust of palm blowing.
boom!
Ye Cheng slapped Tianjiao's chin with his palm, and directly sent Tianjiao flying, hitting the ground hard.
"This this!"
All the monks in the teahouse stared wide-eyed. It was a bit illusory to easily fly away a late-Nirvana early stage Nirvana!
Moreover, everyone didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power in Ye Cheng at all!
"Did you see clearly?" Fairy Tianjiao asked in a low voice to the young man beside him with a serious complexion.
"Hmm... that guy knocked Liu Qing into the air with his skills, and hit Liu Qing's weak point!" The young man also frowned, he didn't expect Ye Cheng to improve so fast!
No matter how you look at it, the blow just now required extremely rich combat experience, and it was not something that a teenager like Ye Cheng could do!
What kind of martial art is this?
"Damn it!"
Liu Qing corrected his misplaced chin, picked up the long sword that fell beside him, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes!
"In the early stages of Nirvana, if you want to turn the world upside down!"
Liu Qing's aura in the late stage of Nirvana broke out, and many tables and chairs in the teahouse were blown away. He also turned into a ghost, and charged at Yecheng again with his sword.
The sword glow is a masterpiece!
"Wait a moment!"
Fairy Tianjiao wanted to stop Liu Qing, but it was too late, Liu Qing had already arrived in front of Ye Cheng.
The sword light flickered, and Liu Qing's surging spiritual power turned into a sword force, intending to chop Ye Cheng into pieces!
"Four or two strokes of a thousand catties, the martial art "Tianji Palm" created in my spare time by combining *Tai Chi, it seems to be an emperor-level martial art, right? This little guy is quite talented, and he has grasped the fur of this martial art so quickly."
Zhang Ziling opened his eyes, looked at Ye Cheng and smiled.
After killing the ultimate, he lived on the earth for a long time, created a lot of martial arts out of boredom, kept some for the monks on the earth, and gave some to Xingyu to sell to the three thousand universes, and he took all the rest in this booklet.
Although Zhang Ziling said that he no longer needs to use martial arts like Tianji Palm, but these are extremely suitable for teaching juniors.
Holding swords in both hands, Liu Qing slashed at Ye Cheng ferociously.
The sword was moving vertically and horizontally, and the violent power pointed directly at Yecheng, and the surrounding floors exploded!
Sword marks staggered!
"Ten minutes, it's here."
Zhang Ziling said softly, Ye Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes burst out with ejaculation.
"Tianji palm."
Ye Cheng said lightly, his palm circled around Liu Qing's blade like a snake, easily snatched the long sword from Liu Qing's hand, and stabbed with his backhand.
laugh!
White blade in, red blade out!
"Hmm...how, how come?"
Liu Qing looked at the long sword on his chest with doubts on his face, the severe pain stimulated his nerves, and his eyes gradually became dizzy.
Ye Cheng let go of the hilt of his sword, turned around and saluted Zhang Ziling:
"Thank you, my lord, for giving me such a great fortune!"
"Okay...not...reconciled..." Liu Qing only felt that his consciousness had become blurred, and his face was full of remorse and unwillingness.
thump……
Liu Qing fell to his knees in front of Ye Cheng, blood slid down the hilt of his sword.
No breath.
All around, there was a dead silence.
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