"Do I have the qualifications? You are not worthy of asking about it!"

Swish~!

Wang Yimu disappeared in place in an instant, but when he appeared again, he was already standing behind Lao Zhu, with his palms coming out together, without a blue light, directly imprinting on Lao Zhu's back.

Wow~!

The palm power surged in, and the huge force came. Lao Zhu flew out immediately, and the blood spurted out directly from his mouth.

The field suddenly became quiet, and the new group of disciples around Bai Fu all closed their mouths. Everyone stared at Wang Yimu who was standing quietly in the field, with unbelievable expressions on their faces.

Not only them, but also Sun Ningxiang and others beside Ye Jian, also had a surprised expression, as if they had known Wang Yimu for the first time. As for the outer disciples standing in the distance, they looked at Wang Yimu with their mouths wide open, with awe in their eyes.

No one expected that Wang Yimu, who looked very weak, would hide such strong strength. His seemingly disappearing body movement just now was probably only seen by the strongest people in the field.

"The artistic conception of wind is at least 20% of the artistic conception of wind." Sun Ningxiang frowned slightly and said solemnly. She could only barely see the traces of Wang Yimu's movement just now.

"Well, it is indeed the artistic conception of wind." Ye Jian replied lightly, "However, it is not the artistic conception of wind, but the artistic conception of wind."

"What! Two-in-one!" After listening to Ye Jian's analysis, all the disciples around Ye Jian took a breath. Feng Zhi's artistic conception, this was originally a field that only martial artists in the Transformation Realm could contact. However, now, Wang Yimu has continued to enter this field ahead of time, and has also increased the understanding of Feng Zhi's artistic conception to 21%. This is a warrior who has just entered the Transformation Realm. He is not as deep as Wang Yimu's understanding of Feng Zhi's artistic conception. Everyone is not surprised.

"The artistic conception of wind is 21% not as good as my artistic conception of wind, but at the same level, I have never met someone who can go so far in the artistic conception of wind. No wonder I have always had him a little special." Ye Jian smiled faintly, and thoughts floated in his mind.

Sun Ningxiang glanced at Wang Yimu in the field solemnly, but then her eyes returned to Ye Jian. She could see through Wang Yimu's understanding of the Feng Zhimo's artistic conception at one glance. Wouldn't that mean that Ye Jian's attainment in the Feng Zhimo's artistic conception have reached 21%? No! No! No, Ye Jian's attainment in the Feng Zhimo's artistic conception has definitely surpassed Wang Yimu, otherwise it would be impossible for him to see through the latter.

"Compared with Wang Yimu, Ye Jian is the real terror. It seems that this generation of Nanluo Sect will be even more lively." Sun Ningxiang tightened her hand in her sleeves, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes. "It seems that after I go back, I must work hard to enter the field of artistic conception."

"It's really surprising. No wonder he can become a deacon." Bai Fu stood in the crowd, staring at Wang Yimu like an eagle, and then a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth: "A merely an ordinary middle-level disciple of Condensing Realm actually understood the artistic conception of 21% of the wind, which is really ironic!"

Bai Fu pushed away the crowd and walked out slowly. Seeing this, everyone around took a breath. Everyone kept breathing, staring at Bai Fu and Wang Yimu.

"Haha, what do you call this junior brother?" Bai Fu stared at Wang Yimu with a smile and asked lightly.

"Wang Yimu." Wang Yimu resumed his previous sect and aura and replied softly.

"So it's Junior Brother Wang." Bai Fu nodded slightly, then said confidently: "Junior Brother Wang is good at it. If you don't mind, you can follow me."

As soon as Bai Fu finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. What was Bai Fu going to do? He made it clear that he wanted Wang Yimu to be his sermon. So how would Wang Yimu choose? He chose to agree, but if that was the case, wouldn’t he just give up the position of the deacon to Bai Fu? But if he didn’t agree, just relying on Wang Yimu’s mid-stage cultivation of the true realm and the 21% Feng Yimu’s artistic conception, he is definitely not a match for Bai Fu. What should he do?

At this moment, dozens of pairs of eyes were frozen on Wang Yimu. They wanted to see what choice Wang Yimu should make in the face of the difficulties given by Bai Fu.

"Hmph! What are you waiting for? It is your blessing for Senior Brother Bai to fall in love with you." A disciple from the late stage of the Ningzhen Realm spoke beside Bai Fu.

"Yes, follow Senior Brother Bai, you can provide you with any resources you need."

"If ordinary people want to do this kind of opportunity, why are they hesitating about?"

...

Wang Yimu listened to the ridicule of the people behind Bai Fu, and his face still had an expression of a vulgar well.

"Pooh!"

At this moment, Lao Zhu, who had been knocked away by Wang Yimu, slowly walked back and glanced at Wang Yimu with resentment, "Hmph! Don't think that your speed can beat all the warriors in the Condensation Realm. Brother Bai's strength is not something you can imagine."

After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he passed by Wang Yimu directly, and finally walked behind Bai Fu and stood in front of the crowd.

"What, do you think of me?" Bai Fu looked at Wang Yimu with a smile, with a look of control.

"Sorry, I can't say I can't even look down on you. I just don't have the habit of relying on others." Wang Yimu glanced at the group of people opposite him, and then said lightly.

He actually refused directly, but Wang Yimu actually refused. Everyone suddenly thought in their hearts that for a moment, the scene became quiet again. Bai Fu, as the protagonist, raised his lips slightly, and showed a sneer at a glance, as if everything was within his expectations.

"It seems that my junior brother is not looking down on me, but he is very confident in his own strength." Bai Fu said, "Since that's the case, I'll ask for some advice on my junior brother's tricks."

Swish~!

Bai Fu's figure flashed and then disappeared directly on the spot. After blinking, Bai Fu's figure appeared directly behind Wang Yimu. His eyes flashed coldly, and the folding fan in his hand waved at Wang Yimu in front of him.

Bang~!

A crisp sound rang out. Before Wang Yimu could turn around, he was fanned away by Bai Fu. A huge secret force erupted, throwing Wang Yimu's body directly out, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, and even an embroidery needle fell to the ground could be heard. Everyone took a breath and stared at Bai Fu, who was shaking his folding fan. Is this still a warrior in the realm of Condensing Realm? Why is the gap between the two sides so big?

"Hehe, overestimate one's ability."

"I told him a long time ago that he just didn't listen. Now he is at a disadvantage."

"Hmph! Senior Brother Bai's strength has only been 30%, so he can't hold on."

"He deserves to be unlucky!"

...

Bai Fu's group of people stared at Wang Yimu who was lying on the ground coldly, and kept sarcasticating in their mouths.

"Ahem."

Wang Yimu stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around, looking at Bai Fu with a calm expression, and the latter frowned immediately after sensing the former's gaze, and a trace of badness flashed on his pretty face.

"You really don't plan to take action?" Seeing this, Sun Ningxiang immediately shrugged Ye Jian and said softly.

"When it's time to take action, you will naturally take action." Ye Jian stared at the two people in the field and said softly, "No wonder he has such great confidence. It turns out that the Feng Zhi's artistic conception has reached 27%.

Ye Jian looked at Bai Fu in the field lightly, and at the same time looked at Wang Yimu, then recalled his process of comprehension of wind, and suddenly realized that if it weren't for the Cang-backed Qinglong Diagram on his back in the Yinfeng Cave to help improve his Feng Zhi's artistic conception to a small success, he would probably have been much higher than Bai Fu's understanding of Feng Zhi's artistic conception now. When he thought that Bai Fu was only ranked fifth among the inner disciples, there were four people above him, and there were core disciples above the inner disciples, Ye Jian felt a huge pressure in his heart.

"Hmph! Boy Ye, what are you afraid of! Don't forget your strong physical cultivation." The Eighth Master seemed to sense Ye Jian's emotional fluctuations and immediately said proudly: "As long as you are willing, let alone the core disciples of the Nanluo Sect, even some elders, you can still tear them to pieces."

Although the Eighth Master was right, Ye Jian ignored him at this moment. His eyes raised slightly, and Ye Jian locked the two people in the field again.

"Hmph!" Bai Fu was very displeased with Wang Yimu's face after being beaten, and he still had an expression of Ancient Jing Wubo. A trace of hostility arose in his heart. The artistic conception of 27% of the wind was fully opened, and his body turned into a phantom and blasted towards Wang Yimu.

But this time, Wang Yimu seemed to notice Bai Fu's figure. When Bai Fu swung him, he saw his steps swaying slightly and avoiding the attack.

"Why, I haven't learned my junior brother's skills yet, is it like I'm going to give up?" Seeing Wang Yimu avoiding his attack, Bai Fu immediately continued to drive forward, and at the same time, his other palm was pressed hard on it.

Boom~!

The white light flashed, and Bai Fu hit Wang Yimu with one palm. Suddenly, the latter retreated like a short-line kite. The field was quiet, and everyone was staring at the battle between the two in a daze.

"Before now, let him get rid of it!" Thinking of Wang Yimu's face, Bai Fu's anger suddenly reappeared in his heart, and his figure flashed again, rushing towards Wang Yimu who was flying backwards.

"No! Bai Fu is going to take a ruthless move!" Sun Ningxiang's pupils immediately condensed and she hurriedly said.

"Don't the Fourth Elder come out to take care of the situation?" Someone beside Sun Ningxiang stood up for Wang Yimu.

"Damn it, this Bai Fu is too brave. How dare he destroy Deacon Wang in front of everyone?"

...

The opposite of Sun Ningxiang and others, the group of people following Bai Fu looked excited at this moment. Although they did not shout out their thoughts, their expressions had already betrayed them.

"Boy, I'm useless now. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for angering me." Bai Fu snatched his body and slapped Wang Yimu hard.
Chapter completed!