Chapter 257: Playful

Yang Yi was as motionless as a mountain. Although his clothes were blown away, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he whispered: "Is the Extreme God Fist? I can do it!"

At this moment, Yang Yi suddenly felt a terrifying force around him, just like the thunder between heaven and earth, an unparalleled terrifying force rose up on Yang Yi's body.

"Crack"

Yang Yi's body made a sound like fried beans. His body was bulging and extremely strange.

But the next moment, the Eleventh Young Master immediately turned pale. When he saw it, Yang Yi stretched out his fair hand and punched him hard.

This punch seemed to be accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. Yang Yi's bulging body was like a balloon, shriveling and returning to normal. But the power in the fist doubled.

Yang Yi's entire body had been fully mobilized. This time, Yang Yi did not use the Nine Palace Phantom, but actually only used the Extreme Dao Divine Fist he had just cultivated, which was to enhance the limit of human beings. As expected, Yang Yi felt that there was no extra power in his body now. This punch was the limit of the Dharma body, and even the limit of his own failure to break the body and the limit of all power.

Two unparalleled forces suddenly collided with each other. For a moment, it was like a wind storming the remaining clouds. The entire space seemed to have shaken. Every monk's heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer, feeling extremely shocked.

"How is that possible?"

The Eleventh Young Master's face turned pale. At this moment, he felt an unparalleled force, completely surpassing his own power, and passed it from Yang Yi's hand. The terrifying power directly caused his arm to collapse instantly and his body flew backwards.

Even Yang Yi could not even imagine that his ultimate power would be so terrifying.

The extreme power of the Extreme Dao Divine Fist is usually only twice its own strength, but Yang Yi just felt that his punch was faintly close to three times that of his failure to practice the Extreme Dao Divine Fist.

Indeed, if it is the real three times the power, the terrifying power is like a destruction. Even if it is Yang Yi's original power, it is enough to compete with ordinary Mahayana masters. Double times is enough to compete with a master like the Thirteenth Young Master and the Eleventh Young Master. If it is three times, it will simply sweep away the Eleventh Young Master.

"Three times? Interesting. I think my own accumulation is too huge. There is still a lot of power left in my body, and I can't exert all the power at all. But now I have practiced the Extreme Divine Fist. Once it is used, I immediately reach the limit of all the power in my body, so I can exert three times the power I usually have."

Yang Yi also had a little understanding in his heart. He had refined both the original power and the chaotic energy. It was impossible for his body and the Dharma body to absorb all these powers completely, leaving a little in other parts of the body. Therefore, he could only exert his body's limits so that he could exert nearly three times the power he had before.

"Weak, weak, weak, we are really too weak, weaker than the Thirteenth Young Master!"

Yang Yi felt instantly that the eleventh young master seemed to be similar to the thirteenth young master, and his aura was all the peaks of the Mahayana, but the peaks of the Mahayana were also divided into several levels, such as the eleventh young master and the Thirteenth young master. The thirteenth young master was a little stronger than the eleventh young master. Yang Yi and these two had fought each other, so naturally they knew.

Although the Eleventh Young Master's arm was smashed to pieces, it only required to consume energy and recover in an instant, and it was not a serious injury. However, he knocked Eleventh Young Master away with one punch, and he used the same boxing technique, which were all the secret secret Jidao Kage of the Jidao Sect.

This is a bit strange, which shocked the Eleventh Young Master.

"Who are you? Why is my secret secret Taoist fist from Jidao Sect?" The Eleventh Young Master looked gloomy, his eyes kept flashing with a gleam, and he asked in a low voice.

Yang Yi sneered with his hands behind his back, "The secret of not passing on it? Yes, this set of boxing is indeed magical, greatly enhancing my strength. As for how I got this set of boxing? This is really too simple. I killed a man named Thirteenth Young Master and refined his memory to get it."

"What? You dare to kill Thirteen? Didn't Thirteen be sent to the Vientiane Chamber of Commerce in the Endless Star Realm to auction the Star Sand? How could he die in your hands? Could it be that you got the Star Sand?"

Yang Yi said lightly: "No, the stars are in my hands."

The eleventh Prince's eyes flashed, but he was extremely excited in his heart. This time it was not only the Thirteenth Prince, but many of the young masters in the Jidao Sect participated in this beautiful match, but in the end it fell on the Thirteenth Prince. The Eleventh Prince and others were very regretful because everyone knew that this was a beautiful match. As long as they were done well, they would definitely receive the attention of their father.

But now, the Thirteenth Young Master is dead, and even the auctioned Star Sand is lost. If he kills this man, gets Star Sand and takes it back to Jidao Sect, how will he be rewarded by his father?

The Eleventh Young Master could not imagine it anymore. His eyes were filled with greed and his face gradually showed an expression of excitement.

Yang Yi looked at the Eleventh Prince and said, "What? Eleventh Prince, you still want to avenge the Thirteenth Prince?"

"Haha, take revenge? It's ridiculous. That idiot is not as skilled as a human, arrogant and destined to compete with me for the trust of my father. Humph, he is dead, I'm not too happy yet, so how can I talk about avenging him? Thirteenth idiot, unable to even do such a simple thing, is simply ashamed of his father's trust in him. Boy, you are such a lucky star, and it's time to be here. As long as you hand over the stars and sands, I'll give those two women, it's okay if I don't want them, I'll give them to you. What's the matter? Even this bronze bell for the evil-suppressing evil can be given to you."

Yang Yi showed a touch of playful expression on his face, and he seemed to think, "Oh? You are so generous. You can even give me the best magic weapon of the Evil-Suppressing Copper Bell. Not bad, not bad."

The Eleventh Young Master showed a smile on his face, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes and said, "So, did you agree?"

Yang Yixiang stepped forward, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and said in a low voice: "No, no, I agree! If you kill you, the treasures on you will naturally be mine."

"What?"

The eleventh young master's expression suddenly became gloomy, faintly ferocious, and his murderous intent was surging. He could not react. He was just now teased by the mysterious person in front of him.
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