Not only Wei Wuxu was shocked, but also silent. He grew up and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have expected that Ye Ping had grown to such a level. One person was at the same time, and one of them was even in the middle level of the eighth grade. It was simply contrary to common sense.

Wei Wuxu was suffering at all now. Although he was very cruel in his attack at the first time, he had the mentality of killing Ye Ping. But then he gave up this idea and just wanted to speak and let Ye Ping stop. But the other party seemed to be a lion who had finally met his opponent, with an excited and refreshing expression on his face, and his fists were like countless suns descending into this world.

He quickly activated Tiancan's magical skills to protect his body, and had given up fighting with Ye Ping. He only wanted to get through this series of combined punches and immediately found an opportunity to leave here. But how could Ye Ping give him this opportunity? He thought that he was from the Wei family and wanted to kill himself when he came over. He was not used to so many people at the moment, and with the fall of the sun, he smashed the person in front of him wildly.

The so-called sun falls, just like countless suns appearing in the sky and landing at the same time. This is the change of the Sun Fist that Ye Ping understood in Changyang City. The intention of the fist simulates such a posture. He quickly and fist fist, and each fist represents a sun. Countless fists come wildly, and from a distance, it is really like countless suns falling.

The Sun King of the past was famous all over the world for this, and the one who was not afraid of the most was the chaos.

The more people siege you, the more you can exert the power of this move, which is an extremely terrifying combat skill.

When there is no other opponent sharing the burden and so much fist intention is concentrated on one person, it is not just a terror, but a purgatory on earth. Wei Wuxu deeply understood this at this time, and he had no time to open his eyes. As long as he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with endless sun god fists, which would destroy the faith too much.

Therefore, he could only close his eyes tightly and activate the Tiancan magic skill with all his strength to surround every corner of his body to resist Ye Ping's attack. But the most terrifying thing is that Ye Ping's Sun Yat Fist is mixed with dark will, which is even more deadly. Each punch not only hits his body, but also carves his soul space at the same time.

He felt his sea of ​​consciousness ups and downs, as if a magnitude 12 earthquake occurred in his brain. You know, he is a master in the eighth grade middle realm, and it is almost impossible to be defeated by the mental failure. But Ye Ping did it. At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into the Sun King, as if he was a god descending, and no one could resist it under his fists.

"This... this is too terrible... Could it be that Ye Ping is the quasi-king? Yes, that's right, he must be the quasi-king!"

"He is obviously in the middle level of the eighth grade, but he has no power to fight back. It's really terrible..."

"Oh no, my heart of Tao is ruined! In my heart, a mark that can never be defeated is planted! I'm finished!"

The first wave of masters who were tragically bombarded the ground raised their heads and were about to rush over to fight side by side with Wei Xu, trying to fight Ye Ping to the death and show it in front of their superiors. But when they saw the scene in front of them, their chin fell directly to the ground, staring at Ye Ping in amazement as if he was like a god, and his fists landed like a storm.

Wei Wuxu was blowing blood and retreating one after another, only to be tired of dealing with it. And coupled with the influence of the dark will, their soul space was also affected to a certain extent. They couldn't help but retreat, and witnessed everything in front of them with horror. They couldn't raise their courage to duel with Ye Ping no matter what, they just wanted to escape.

"Fall me down! Nine Yangs Return to One!" Ye Ping whistled to the sky, and immediately regained all the fists, all condensed on his right fist! It seemed like a meteor crossing the sky, pulling the surrounding space. Wherever his fists went, even a black inexplicable space was revealed in the void, not knowing where he led, nor where he came from.

In short, everyone feels that time is still as if it is still in the direction of Changquan.

Wei Wuxu instinctively felt a strong sense of suffocation, and the next second, he felt an unparalleled severe pain.

He saw his blood squirting wildly, and his whole body flew backwards like a shell, hitting heavily on the ground. He struggled twice, and was standing up with all his strength, but he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. He just widened his eyes tightly and stared at Ye Ping's eyes hard, his eyes full of surprise. Why, why is this guy so strong?

Both of them are in the middle level of the eighth grade, but Ye Ping is like a quasi-king, and he is unable to fight back.

Ye Ping was full of strength, and the invisible wind was everywhere in his body. Although it was snowing heavily now, the snowflakes were still a few inches away from his body and could not land on him. The steaming white steam was emitting from the top of his head, and he was breathing slightly, as if he was very satisfied with the refreshing fight just now.

He glanced at the audience coldly. The few masters just now did not dare to be enemies with Ye Ping. Now he was even more worried. He quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. He didn't know when his back was soaked in cold sweat. It was obviously because he had suffered a huge inner impact, otherwise he would not have looked so embarrassed or even became a laughing stock.

You know, they are all master-level figures. Normally, no matter where they appear, they are destined to be respected by everyone. But now in front of Ye Ping, they know very well how much they are and are not qualified to fight with him.

Ye Ping just glanced at them harshly, and did not continue to take action, but turned around and walked towards Wei Chaoyang. It seemed that those people were just worth it, and they were not yet able to let him take action personally.

"Boy, I know you are not dead yet, so there is no need to pretend to be dead."

Ye Ping stepped on Wei Chaoyang's face without using any spiritual energy, it was purely humiliation, "Are you just saying aloofly, wanting to propose marriage to my fiancée? Why, now you are mute? Even the dead eunuchs in the palace can't protect you, why do you fight me? Is it just this ruler that you used to beat you?"

Wei Chaoyang screamed in pain, and his eyes looked at Ye Ping full of fear.
Chapter completed!