Yang Zheng's figure flashed. This time he took the initiative to attack, and a huge true energy burst out from the tip of his fist, condensed into a huge and red fist shadow, like a violently burning meteorite outside the sky, with a terrifying aura spreading in the battle platform.

It crushed Yu Yong, and the space passing by was twisted and deformed, giving rise to a few bright cracks. Not only that, the waves of air rolled up by the fist are also mixed with the sound of dragon roar, which is clearly visible.

This punch contains Yang Zheng's profound background. He no longer only fought hard with Taoist internal strength, but also injected the original power of the dragon soul domineering body. Moreover, the boxing technique itself uses the tiger roar fist, which increases the power to a higher level.

When multiple secret techniques gather together, their strength is beyond measure.

The audience stared at the fist shadow, felt the violent murderous intent it emitted, and the heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, his blood rushed, and even had an absurd illusion.

At this moment, they seemed to be in an ancient wasteland, with the vast sky and the world filled with barbaric and desolate atmosphere. This fist shadow was like a true dragon roaring in the air, looking down on the world with its extraordinary momentum, making people's hearts tremble.

"What kind of power is this!"

The strong men stared at it, feeling inexplicably palpitations, and they all realized the extraordinary power. Many candidates even widened their eyes and froze there.

Yu Yong stood in front, shrouded in red light, deeply feeling the terrifying heat emitted from the shadow of the fist. At the critical moment, it was too late to admit defeat, so he could only bite the bullet and try his best to take the punch.

At this time, he felt full of regret.

He thought that as long as he could match the internal strength of the "Chongxu True Sutra", he would not be able to lose his disadvantages. However, he expected that Yang Zheng's body would still have such powerful power hidden.

It’s not that he underestimates the enemy, it’s that Yang Zheng is too strong.

boom!

The fist shadow hit Yu Yong's fist.

The collision of two true forces immediately caused a tide, causing the entire battle platform to tremble continuously. In the rolling waves of air, Yu Yong's burly figure was shaken away like a kite with broken strings and fell outside the battle platform.

What is even more surprising is that the ground where he fell was smashed out of a big pit, and the white jade slabs were shattered and shattered. From a distance, they looked like a spider web, extremely eye-catching.

Yu Yong lay on the ground, facing his back, vomiting blood from his mouth, and the meridians in his body suffered severe damage, and the degree of rupture was no less than the stone slab under his body. Even if he could heal in the future, it would be difficult for him to practice again.

Yang Zheng's punch was so terrifying.

As the howling wind sounded, everyone was shocked and speechless when they watched this scene.

Yu Yong just said wildly that he wanted to make Yang Zheng regret underestimating the enemy within three punches. As a result, Yang Zheng only used two punches to blow him up. This is not a duel, it is a pure crushing.

In the nearby reed shed, an old man stood up with an extremely embarrassed face. He handed a bottle of pill to the boy who was accompanying him and ordered: "Go and save your senior brother!"

Yu Yong was highly valued, and his internal strength was taught by this person. He thought that Yu Yong could be proud and enter the Taoist sect with great pride through the winter test. Who would have thought that such a genius could not resist Yang Zheng's punch?

The old man narrowed his eyes and burst out with a cold and cold feeling. If it weren't for the public, he would have hoped to rush to the stage immediately and personally teach Yang Zheng a lesson.

The muscles in his mouth twitched, and he turned to look at Tian Ze in front of the queue, and sent a voice with his divine thoughts, saying, "Young Master, Yu Yong should be your future junior brother. For the sake of the old man, you have to save the face of Taoism."

Tian Ze looked at him from afar, frowned and replied, "Yang Zheng is arrogant and even hurting our Taoist two people, I'm afraid no one else dares to take action. Uncle Master, don't worry, I will let him die on the battlefield!"

They could all see that Yang Zheng's real combat power was even stronger than his talent. The thugs who had been arranged in the past obviously did not pose a threat to him, and I'm afraid there would be no courage to challenge him again.

Now that things have come to this point, I can only face tit-for-tat and let a genius like Tian Ze take action.

Yang Zheng didn't know their abacus. He returned to the queue under countless awe-inspiring eyes, and his boiling blood could not stop for a long time.

In Qi State, Taoist people are numerous and powerful, and they are truly the number one sect. However, Taoism is too much to deceive people. Any candidate who refuses to surrender will openly send people to suppress them, and there is no such thing as a big shot.

It seems that they have completely become lackeys of the Qi royal family.

But he would not surrender and collude with these people. The more difficult it is for Taoism to suppress him, the stronger his will will be. He will never compromise and will accompany the other party to the end.

Even if there are thousands of people, I will go!

He took a Tongming pill and quickly replenished his energy, waiting for the next battle to come. As he wished, the candidates were deeply afraid of defeating his opponent, and no one dared to challenge him again.

After a while, the examiner said, "Yang Zheng, it's your turn to challenge."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng returned to the battle stage and scanned the candidates' queue.

At this moment, the hearts of the candidates were hanging tightly in their throats, for fear of being picked up by Yang Zheng. After all, no one has been able to escape from his hands so far. Once he comes to power, it means life and death are unpredictable.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

"If you have the courage to despise the Taoist sect, don't shrink and fight with me!"

Yang Zheng looked at him and couldn't help but chuckled, "You are Tian Ji's younger brother. I'll bully you before I settled the score with him. Wouldn't this be bad?"

Tian Ze raised his eyebrows, and the kingly aura on his body suddenly became strong, even his yellow robe was a little brighter, making people feel a little dazzling and dared not look directly at it.

He walked to the battle stage with his hands behind his back and stared at Yang Zheng coldly, "It seems that you should have a certain physique, and rely on the power of blood to defeat Yu Yong. Unfortunately, in my eyes, no matter how strong your physique is, you are just an ant."

When everyone heard this, they agreed and didn't think he was arrogant.

In terms of bloodline, the royal family Tian family is a descendant of Huangdi, and inherits the bloodline of Huangdi. Huangdi swept across all directions, dominated China, and was regarded as a god by the world. The bloodline power he inherited is superior to all living beings and will never be inferior to anyone.

Even if Yang Zheng has a strong physique or bloodline, once compared with Tian Ze, he will be like a small witch and his spirit will be exhausted. If the advantage becomes a disadvantage, what else can Yang Zheng compete with Tian Ze?

Tian Tian stood in the queue, looking at Yang Zheng worriedly, with cold sweat in her palms. Until today, she had never heard him say what kind of physique he had, but she knew the power of the royal bloodline.

Can he really win the duel with Tian Ze?

On the battle stage, Yang Zheng took off his long sword again and said leisurely: "Huangdi is the ancestor of China, and I dare not have any intention of blasphemy. However, it remains to be discussed how much Huangdi's bloodline you can inherit."

He blinked and looked at Tian Ze's yellow robe, "Young master, it's better to do your best. Don't let me down, otherwise, if you bring out the blood of the Yellow Emperor, you will lose it by then, not just your face."

At this time, in another part of the queue, a young man stared at Tian Ze, quietly pulled the corner of his clothes, and a killing intention flashed through the depths of his eyes. He coincided with Yang Zheng and had the same idea.
Chapter completed!