The elder in gray clothes was also caught off guard by Yuwen Xiaobao. First of all, he didn't expect that Yuwen Xiaobao would dare to abandon ship first. What was he doing if he wasn't seeking death?
Therefore, when Yuwen Xiaobao's twin stars Yaori came out to attack, the gray-clothed elder had been completely suppressed by Yuwen Xiaobao and lost the initiative.
And Yuwen Xiaobao is a being who is about to break through the sixth level of the Shiyuan. Coupled with his unparalleled terrifying external cultivator, his strength has definitely reached above the sixth level of the Shiyuan, and is even comparable to the seventh level of the Shiyuan.
Give more.
Everyone hurriedly approached the huge sinking puddle, looking at the gray-clothed elder who was struggling to cope in the puddle like a monkey in a water prison. Almost everyone's eyes were a little bit playful.
The third elder of the Xuansheng Sect was suppressed with just one blow. This time, the Xuansheng Sect was completely embarrassed.
As soon as the Hundred-step Divine Fist gained the upper hand, Yuwen Xiaobao launched a violent attack like a violent storm. He used all the Hundred-step Divine Fist, and while he was still in mid-air, he had already made dozens of attacks, each time
Every move is an all-out attack and a thunderous blast!
For a moment, no matter how you, the gray-clothed elder, is an eighth-level existence of the First Yuan, you can only fend for yourself.
Wantong swallowed his saliva continuously.
My mother...
He wiped the sweat on his forehead vigorously, this...how many fucking rounds has it been?
This kid is obviously at the fifth level of the First Yuan Dynasty, he is considered the sixth level of the First Yuan Dynasty, but isn’t this son of Bai Minggui the eighth level of the First Yuan Dynasty? How could this be?
Even if this kid attacked first and gained the upper hand, how could the difference between the two levels be made up so easily by this kid?
You can't turn the situation around within ten rounds. Could it be that after dozens of rounds, you, the eighth level of Shiyuan, still can't turn the situation around?
Wan Tong was not the only one who thought this way. Almost everyone also thought this way. Although Yuwen Xiaobao had the upper hand, he would be overturned by Bai Ming in a few rounds at most. But after a while, everyone saw that
It was still Bai Ming who was forced to defend by Yuwen Xiaobao in such a sinking puddle, and he was very surprised in his heart!
Bai Ming also felt bitter in his heart that he couldn't express.
It’s true that this boy’s Dou Yuan is at the fifth level of the First Yuan, but damn, do you know how pure this boy’s Dou Yuan is?
I can’t even believe it!
Being attacked by such pure fighting power, I have the same endurance. Now I have to double my strength to withstand it!
Jin Kun was also dumbfounded. Looking at the scene in front of him, confusion appeared in his eyes. It was impossible for Bai Ming not to want to kill this kid. But a dignified eighth-level Shiyuan was really trapped by this kid for a moment.
Yuwen Xiaobao's mid-air figure got closer and closer to Bai Ming as he fell, and every move he struck became more fierce and faster! The shattering fighting force burst out from the collision of Dou Yuan between the two.
It shot out everywhere, driving the crazy rotation around the pit, so that it produced a "whooshing" airflow sound. It sounded extremely terrifying.
'Bang!!!'
There was another loud noise, Yuwen Xiaobao and Bai Ming punched each other hard, and their bodies took advantage of the momentum to flip up in the air. Bai Ming suddenly sank under the water again with the gourd, and was almost completely trapped.
The water is submerged!
"Come again!"
Yuwen Xiaobao's body turned upside down in the air, and fell down again on his head and feet. Before Bai Ming's whole body emerged from the water, he attacked again with the Hundred-Step Divine Fist.
What does this guy mean?
Wantong frowned.
Although this boy's set of punches is powerful and can suppress Bai Ming, it will never hurt Bai Ming. Why does this boy still use such a hand?
Holy shit!!!
Wantong suddenly had an idea in his mind, and was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood:
This guy is trying his best!
You want to get more money out of me!!
One move costs a thousand taels. If you make one more move, it will increase by one thousand taels. Now there are probably more than a hundred moves? How much money is this?
One move is one thousand taels, two moves is three thousand taels, three moves is 6,000 taels, four moves is 10,000 taels, five moves is 15,000...
The more Wantong continues to calculate, the more cold sweat breaks out on his forehead. Five moves will cost me fifteen thousand taels of silver! How many more than one hundred moves are there!!
Also, looking at this guy's attitude, he seems to be here just to make money from me.
Damn you! I fell for this kid's trap.
If it's just one thousand taels per move, it doesn't matter. Even if you hit 10,000 moves, I will only spend ten million taels, but this damn move increases incrementally!
Will the Fire Sect go bankrupt because of this?
Such an idea suddenly appeared in Wantong's mind, causing Wantong to tremble suddenly and a chill running down his spine.
Everyone looked at Yuwen Xiaobao and Bai Ming who were once again engaged in a fight, and began to discuss lightly. Some also turned their attention to Wantong. Obviously, these people had already figured out Yuwen Xiaobao's purpose.
Looking at the eyes with a hint of sarcasm and gloating in the corners of their mouths, Wantong was so angry that he almost burst out of anger, but he still managed to stay calm and look calm, with an expression that seemed to say:
What does this little money mean? It’s trivial.
Fortunately, his face was already red. No matter how angry he was, it was still red, so these people couldn't see anything strange about him.
"The Fire Sect is indeed a great sect that has existed for thousands of years, and the master of the Wantong Sect is indeed a great master. He is able to maintain his composure without changing his face."
"Of course, Patriarch Liehuo has a level of cultivation that is extremely close to the existence of an immortal body. Such a small amount of money outside his body is not taken seriously by others at all."
"The cultivation of the ninth level of Shiyuan is really extraordinary!"
These voices of discussion reached Wantong's ears, and Wantong's old face looked indescribably miserable, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was like a scratch, so pale and helpless.
A small sum of money? You damn people can stand and talk without pain in your back. Do the math for me. Is this a small amount of fucking money?
It would be fine if it really took more than a dozen or dozens of moves, but the more it goes up, the flips and turns are so terrifying that I don’t even dare to go up!
A small amount of money!!!
'Bang!...Peng!'
A loud bang of head-to-head fighting was heard again. The two people's figures were different again, but this time Bai Ming had already learned his lesson, and was afraid that he would be pushed under the water again, so while fighting hard, his feet
But he urged the gourd to float to the side, dissolving more than half of Yuwen Xiaobao's fierce fighting energy.
So after the fist fight, Yuwen Xiaobao's still fierce fighting force hit the sea and made another 'Peng' sound. The water hit was several feet high, and the waves splashed in all directions, like a sea mine.
An explosion-like scene.
Yuwen Xiaobao had long expected that Bai Ming would have such a skill. Just kidding, who wants to be beaten by others all the time?
Therefore, when Yuwen Xiaobao sensed that Bai Ming's fighting power to meet his fist suddenly weakened a lot, he had already guessed what Bai Ming was thinking.
This old man is really bad. He has lost his fighting spirit. In addition to allowing him to take the opportunity to float away from his own suppression, it also prevents him from using the opportunity to turn back. And his yacht is several hundred meters away.
outside.
The corner of Yuwen Xiaobao's mouth curled up, since you don't let me take advantage of the opportunity to go back, then I won't go back.
While thinking about it, Yuwen Xiaobao followed Bai Ming like a shadow as he retreated, his figure drifted down and landed on the other end of the gourd.
The gourd was more than ten feet tall and ridiculously long. It was definitely three feet away. The two of them stood at one end, and the fighting spirit disappeared in an instant. Without the pressure, the gourd quickly floated out of the puddle as the sea water rose.
Float up and float on the sea again.
"Boy, your death has come now!"
Bai Ming looked at Yuwen Xiaobao coldly, glanced at the gourd at his feet, and his mouth was full of smiles.
"Yeah?"
Yuwen Xiaobao spat out two disdainful words with a disdainful face, and coupled with his disdainful tone, the old monster instantly blew his beard and glared.
This guy is too crazy!
Now they are all on someone else's gourd, and his iron thing is so far away, it is impossible to go back, because if he chooses to go back, there is almost no difference except death, because his back is completely exposed
What kind of consequences will there be in front of a Shiyuan Yae?
Even a fool would want it!
"I will never return to the mountain until I cut you into pieces!"
Bai Ming roared into the sky, his body rose up, and he rushed towards Yuwen Xiaobao.
Now both of them are on top of the gourd. In a flash, the two of them are actually fighting together. Unlike before, where they were urging Dou Yuan to attack through the space, now every punch of the two can be
Contact with the opponent's hands, feet or even body is a real fight!
"This guy's foreign cultivator is too scary!" A voice exclaimed.
"That's right! With his fifth-level cultivation, he can actually compete with someone at the eighth level!" Another horrified voice came out.
"Compared to the so-called monsters from the Xuansheng Sect and this kid, there is a world of difference."
"Not bad, not bad."
The man was suddenly startled, how could he say such a thing suddenly? He hurriedly raised his head and looked up, only to see Jin Kun glaring at him fiercely. The man was even more frightened and lowered his head in a hurry.
.
Bai Ming's true feelings are not like this.
Yuwen Xiaobao's fists and body are all extremely terrifying. It's not whether he can compete with his body, but how long he can compete with this monster!
My mother, how could such a monster exist?
How could he be such a fierce external cultivator?
Even if a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy started cultivating since he was born, it would be impossible for him to cultivate to such a terrifying level!
There has only been one such terrifying external cultivator since ancient times, but that person died more than two thousand years ago! This kid cannot be his descendant or inheritor.
Because it is said that after that person died, he did not find a successor at all, so that his Holy Luo Temple became weaker and weaker with each generation, and his Xuan Sheng Sect was able to overwhelm the Holy Luo Temple, and only then had a sect and one temple.