Ye Zheng was just a test in his first hand... When he came to him, he did not feel any fluctuations of dangerous aura on his body. But at this time, he strongly felt a force that threatened his life.

Seeing that Luzhou was not affected by the power of Tao, he thought to himself: Real person?

What power is this?

A palm print instantly separated the two.

That palm print is a bit weird...

It was hard for everyone to understand. It was a bit like the Confucian Haoran Tiangang Palm, a bit like the Buddhist Great Vajra Wheel Palm Print, and a bit like the Taoist Mantra Palm Print. The three are one.

Ye Zheng's palm print went up to meet him.

boom!

The energy ripples, falling vertically, cutting across thousands of meters, like falling from the sky, fission of the earth. Cut out a long and narrow gully that is invisible.

The silver hoe falls from the five ridges in the sky, and the iron arms of the three rivers shake.

The palm print continued to fly backwards against Ye Zheng.

All living beings hold their breath.

Looking at this strange palm in disbelief... the real person was knocked back by this palm.

However, this is not over yet.

The three-dimensional palm prints suddenly expanded a hundred times, and their strength increased sharply. Ye Zheng was shocked and let go of his arms, trying to escape.

However, the palm impression seemed to have been expected, and instantly slapped it.

boom!

A palm shocks the world, crys ghosts and gods, covers the sky, shakes the earth, and is a palm that is comparable to a god!

“…”

Ye Zheng fell straight down.

Thirty-five Confucian scholars exclaimed: "Zhengren Ye!"

Luzhou frowned...
Chapter completed!