Although he is a arrogant young man with a high profile, Yang Di's identity as the elder of Tianxiu Mountain, is also extraordinary. Even if Wu Qianjue has treated Yang Di as his rival, he dare not hurt Yang Di. However, embarrassing Yang Di and hitting Yang Di is what he wants to do at this moment.

Wu Qianjue showed a faint smile on his face and stretched out his hands to Yang Di, "Elder Yang is so young, but he is already the alternate guest elder of Tianxiu Mountain. It really makes our younger generations like Yourong Yan. I am Wu Qianjue from western Yunnan and have achieved some success in martial arts. My friends in martial arts give me face and give me a name: The Thunder Hand. Everyone is a young hero, so we should be close to each other."

In Wu Qianjue's eyes, Yang Di is just a warrior with a small internal strength. Even Yang Di can't bear it if he stretched out a finger. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to use the opportunity to shake hands, Wu Qianjue wouldn't care about someone like Yang Di at all, let alone shake hands with him.

Yang Di spent five thousand years in that world of immortal cultivation, and had nothing to experience? Wu Qianjue's little thoughts could be hidden from his eyes. He was so arrogant that he was so arrogant that he was such a young man who had some strength. Yang Di, the former Demon Lord, certainly ignored his interest.

Yang Di looked at Wu Qianjue coldly, turned around and left. To be honest, Yang Di does not have much interest in dating more beautiful women like Chen Yirong. For someone like Wu Qianjue who is obviously hostile to him, Yang Di naturally won’t waste his energy and slander it.

Facing Yang Di's indifferent and lone back, Wu Qianjue's smile froze on his handsome face, and his outstretched hands froze in the air, trembling slightly angry.

Wu Qianjue was born in a martial arts family. He was a peak internal martial artist who looked down on his generation at a young age. No matter where he was, he heard the praise and respect from others. Even when he arrived in the capital, no one dared to underestimate him at all. Even Ouyang Xingkong, the number one master among the younger generation in the capital, looked at him differently.

Today, in a small place like Qingyang Town, he was ignored by a warrior with a small internal strength, which immediately aroused Wu Qianjue's anger. Under his anger, Wu Qianjue also threw away Yang Di's identity as the elder of Tianxiu Mountain as the backup guest. At this moment, he had only one idea, that is, to kill this young man who was more arrogant than himself!

Wu Qianjue's eyes narrowed slightly and emitted a dangerous light.

Chen Yirong was secretly surprised, knowing that this was Wu Qianjue's sign before the killer was about to stop Wu Qianjue. Although she didn't have much affection for Yang Di, after all, he was the alternate guest elder of this sect, and she didn't want to see Yang Di being hurt.

However, Wu Qianjue's martial arts are more skilled than Chen Yirong, and from his name as the Thunder Hand, we can know that he is a master who is good at his own abilities, and Chen Yirong has no time to stop him.

Wu Qianjue shouted loudly, his figure was shot against the ground like a cannonball. The wind suddenly surged on the ground, tearing the soil. His energy was swelling, and a torn explosion sound came from the air.

Wu Qianjue's fist wrapped in colorless aura, brought a long trace, and suddenly rushed towards Yang Di's back.

Chen Yirong was shocked: How could "Elder Yang" who had a small internal strength level be able to withstand such a powerful blow? I am afraid I will die on the spot. The best ending will be lifelong disability!

"Bang!", a sound of gold and iron clashing sounded throughout the audience, deafening everyone present.

Wu Qianjue, who attacked Yang Di, was stunned at the moment, and his eyes looked at Yang Di were full of disbelief.

When Wu Qianjue's fist reached an inch away from Yang Di's back, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall and could not move forward in an inch. Wu Qianjue's entire arm was completely numb due to the recoil of power, and the qi and blood in his body were churning everywhere.

"Condensing the Qi into the Gang?"

Wu Qianjue and Chen Yirong exclaimed at the same time, shocked by what happened in front of them.

Condensing qi into a gang is a state that only Master Huajin can reach.

When martial arts enter Huajin, the internal energy in the body will be transformed into a more pure true qi. This is also the reason why many peak internal martial artists are blocked from the threshold of the Huajin Master and cannot enter.

As long as you enter the realm of transformation, the true qi can be formed by itself, and the true qi can be condensed to form a protective circle outside the body surface, which is extremely mysterious and powerful.

Wu Qianjue was completely stunned. He now realized what kind of person he was provoking.

Every master of Huajin can be said to be a master of his generation and can establish a sect.

Yang Di turned around and looked at Wu Qianjue with cold eyes as much as the substance.

A chill surged in Wu Qianjue's heart. The Grandmaster of Huajin cannot be humiliated, and his majesty cannot be violated. If Yang Di took action to kill him here, even if his Wu family has a huge power, there would probably be no way to deal with Yang Di.

Every Grandmaster of Huajin is a person with great hands and eyes. It is as difficult as climbing to heaven if you want to catch him or even kill him.

Chen Yirong's eyes shone brightly, and she looked at Yang Di carefully from head to toe. She never expected that Yang Di would be a powerful man of the Grand Master of the Warrior.

"At the age of twenty-four or five, I am the Grandmaster of Huajin. Such talent is definitely rare in a century, at least the first person I have seen so far!"

Chen Yirong was shocked inexplicably. She herself was a genius in martial arts, but compared to Yang Di, her talent was nothing.

Thinking that Yang Di is still so young and has countless room for growth, a chill in her heart, she felt aroused her expectations for Yang Di’s future.

Wu Qianjue had already stopped and retreated. Without any hesitation, he bowed directly to Yang Di and said, "Qianjue did not know that Master Huajin is here. He is really rude. Please forgive me for overestimating my ability and offense."

The arrogance in Wu Qianjue's heart has disappeared at this moment. He can face the pride of others, but he dare not be at all presumptuous when facing a master of Huajin.

Wu Qianjue is also a warrior, so he understands the terror of Grandmaster Huajin. Moreover, he is a young Grandmaster Huajin who is only twenty-four or fifteen years old, and his future achievements are limitless.

Wu Qianjue was covered in cold sweat. In fear, another sense of frustration rose from the depths of his heart.

Wu Qianjue asked himself that he was extremely talented and was already a peak warrior at the age of twenty. However, compared with Yang Di, the so-called martial arts genius, he was a different story.

Wu Qianjue noticed that Chen Yirong's beautiful eyes were quite brilliant behind him, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

Such a young and handsome master of Huajin is definitely the object of admiration for thousands of beauties.

Yang Di put away the protective ring circle. He glanced at Jiang Qianjue, turned around and left without even saying a word.

Wu Qianjue was very angry, but he dared not speak.

Yang Di's performance obviously let him go, but this is also an alternative ignorance, which shows that Wu Qianjue is not even qualified to let Yang Di take a look.
Chapter completed!