"I'm more interesting than you think." Wu Dongdao then punched him out. A hundred meters later, a punch was printed on You Shaolong's chest.

You Shaolong glanced at it and suddenly laughed: "You all say that I am a saint and a king in the inner world, and I want to hurt me with one punch in the air?"

"Don't worry, you feel it carefully." Wu Dong had already closed his fists and said with a smile.

"puff"

Suddenly, You Shaolong opened his mouth and spitted blood. The fist marks on his chest began to sink in. It seemed that there was a strange force that corroded his body.

He was shocked and said angrily: "What is this?"

"How does the bone-killing poison fist, the unique skill in the Black Voodoo Classic, taste?" he asked with a smile.

"kill!"

You Shaolong roared wildly, and water mist suddenly rose around him, surrounding Wu Dong. In the mist, the mist condensed into water spikes and swam towards him.

"Golden Bell Cover!"

He shouted lightly, and his body was covered with a golden light of runes, shaped like a big bell. When countless spikes touched it, they collapsed and could not hurt him at all.

You Shaolong pinched his hands with his hands and shouted: "Water killing technique, surrender to me!"

As soon as this technique was activated, Wu Dong felt that the water molecules in his body began to leave his body and run outside. But after just moving for a moment, he was suppressed.

He has an immortal golden body and his body is as solid as a golden soup. This mere water killing technique can't do anything to him at all.

When You Shaolong saw that it was not effective, he was surprised. This person's physique was so strong? He immediately shouted: "Then let's learn about your martial arts, Soft Water Fist!"

This hit Wu Dong's thoughts. He laughed loudly, fisted and went up to him. As soon as the two fought, You Shaolong felt that Wu Dong was like a golden man, with great strength and heavy body. His soft water punch hit him, as if he was tickling him.

On the contrary, he was punched and the pain came to his bones. After three moves, he was about to retreat.

"Can you leave?" Wu Dong bullied himself and slapped his shoulder with a palm, using the Viagra Palm.

With a "click", half of You Shaolong's body dispersed, falling straight to the ground, and smashing heavily into the ground.

"Wow!"

He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and felt that his fairy power was broken up. Even his Yang God was trembling and in great pain.

Wu Dong landed on the ground, threw him a healing pill, and said, "The Holy Land Immortal is really powerful. If you change to a land Immortal in the upper realm, you will have exploded after being hit by me in these few strokes."

You Shaolong took the pill and his injuries quickly recovered. He stood up and bowed to Wu Dong: "I am willing to accept the loss!"

Wu Dong smiled and said, "It's very good. From now on, you are from Yimuyuan."

At this time, Guan Taiyi walked out, he glanced at You Shaolong and said, "Yes, I have heard that you are the first genius of Tianhemen and have offended the talent to come here. But it doesn't matter, Tianhemen doesn't value you, I value you."

Wu Dong threw the flying fairy pill to him and said, "Go to Guishuiyuan to pack up your things, you won't belong there in the future."

You Shaolong took the pill, bowed to Wu Dong, and said, "Please let Song Ruoshui go, senior brother."

Wu Dong took out the Yang Shen bag and threw Song Ruoshui out. Seeing that he was only Yang Shen left, You Shaolong sighed and said, "Brother Song, you shouldn't offend Senior Brother Wu, I can't beat him, let alone you?"

Song Ruoshui was frightened these days. When he saw him, he immediately burst into tears: "Senior Brother, are you here to save me?"

Wu Dong: "Song Ruoshui, you have lost your body now, what are your plans?"

Song Ruoshui was really afraid of Wu Dong, so he hurriedly said, "I have no plans."

Wu Dong smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. The reason why I didn't let you go is because I know a kind of martial arts that is dedicated to the cultivation of Yang Shen. Do you want to learn it?"

Song Ruoshui was stunned and was dedicated to the practice of Yang Shen? He asked quickly: "What kind of practice?"

"Spiritual Devouring Art. If you practice this skill, you can refine and absorb other people's yang spirits until you become a celestial immortal. In theory, his yang spirits can continue to grow by devouring other people's primordial spirits."

Song Ruoshui's eyes turned and suddenly knelt down: "Senior brother, I'm willing!"

Wu Dong nodded: "From now on, you, like You Shaolong, are both personal disciples of Yimuyuan,"

At this moment, a voice shouted: "Snatch my disciple from Guishui Academy? You are so bold!"

Guan Taiyi immediately sneered: "What's wrong with stealing your disciples? Everyone depends on their abilities. If you have the ability, you can also come and steal the disciples of Yimu Academy."

After saying that, the person disappeared. I guess he went to "reason" with the other party.
Chapter completed!