69: C69 Zhu Ling Martial Grandmaster

C69 Zhu Ling Martial Grandmaster

"Martial Grandmaster disciple, advanced Gang Stage?"

Chen Xinwu did not know much about this. To her, a Martial Grandmaster was already a high and mighty existence, let alone a Martial Grandmaster.

Even if he was a Gang Stage Upper Tier, It was almost heaven and earth apart from her.

Yun Mobing looked at Ye Loongyue and Yu Mengzi, who were the focus of everyone's attention. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a cold light.

"There are only three Martial Grandmasters in the entire Jiangnan area. One of them is the Martial Grandmaster of the Southern Mountain, Zhu Ling."

"Martial Grandmaster Zhu Ling has been in seclusion in the Southern Mountain Range for many years. Even so, there are many legends about him in the Jiangnan area."

"A Martial Grandmaster is already a dragon amongst men. A single stomp of his foot is enough to shake the entire Jiangnan area. With a wave of his arm, the Jiang family will obey his orders."

Yun Mobing's peripheral vision fell on Chen Yi. "A Martial Grandmaster represents absolute strength. It is enough to crush the rules of the secular world. Even the Sixth Mountain would not dare to offend it."

"Apart from the legendary martial practitioners who live in seclusion and who knows if they still exist, martial grandmasters are already peak existences."

These words of hers seemed to be explaining to Chen Xinwu, but in reality, she was talking to Chen Yi.

When Yun Mobing saw Yu Mengzi appear, she already had a guess in her heart.

Ye Loongyue definitely did not come to praise the Grandmaster of the overseas King Tai Sect.

He was here for Chen Yi!

He was the one who had killed the last disciple of Zhu Ling's Grandmaster, Chen Yi. Among them, it was very likely that Yu Mengzi was trying to connect the dots and even instigate a conflict.

The reason why she had chosen this Martial Exchange Meeting was probably because she knew that she would come with Chen Yi. If she could borrow the name of Ye Loongyue, she would be able to increase the prestige of the Yu family.

Secondly, he could make Yun Mobing lose all her face and suffer great losses. Even if Chen Yi could create a miracle and defeat Ye Loongyue at the age of eighteen, how could Nan Yue's Grandmaster sit idly by?

Ye Loongyue was different from Li Ziheng. The death of Li Ziheng had caused the Martial Grandmaster to lose face, so he would not rashly attack Chen Yi.

However, Ye Loongyue was the first disciple of the Zhu Ling Martial Grandmaster. If Ye Loongyue was defeated, Chen Yi would be slapping the face of the Zhu Ling Martial Grandmaster.

No matter how good the temperament of a Martial Grandmaster like Zhu Ling was, no matter how deep he hid himself, he would eventually walk out of the Southern Mountain.

This was a scheme. Yu Mengzi was shrewd and shrewd, and even Yun Mobing could not help but feel a chill in her heart.

In Yun Mobing's eyes, Chen Yi still had a calm expression.

"A peak existence?" Chen Xinwu was so shocked that she covered her lips.

Yun Moxuan's expression also became ugly. He did not know anything else, but Ye Loongyue's appearance was definitely aimed at Chen Yi.

"Chen Yi, are you confident?" Yun Moxuan took a deep breath.

When Chen Yi killed Li Ziheng that day, he was helping him. If Ye Loongyue really wanted to avenge his junior brother, he would not turn a blind eye to it.

Cao Binhai, who was standing at the side, was puzzled. What did this have to do with Chen Yi?

"A Martial Grandmaster disciple?" Chen Yi said calmly, "If his master came, he might be able to fight me."

"I wonder if he can stop me..."

Before Chen Yi could finish his words, Ong had already made his move.

Purple red patterns appeared on his arms once again, as if there was Stellar Energy swimming in his blood and appearing on his skin.

With a furious roar, Ong charged towards Ye Loongyue like a white shadow.

Ye Loongyue looked at him and smiled contemptuously.

"I'll let you know what a late Gang Stage is and what a late Gang Stage is!"

As he spoke, Stellar Energy gushed out of his body like flames.

With a bang, Ye Loongyue took a step forward.

In the air, Ong's body suddenly froze. His fist collided with Ye Loongyue's fist.

A layer of Qi appeared around the two of them. Immediately, a violent wind blew, and soil flew everywhere.

Ye Loongyue did not move, but the veins on Ong's arm bulged. He clenched his fists tightly, and a drop of blood dripped down.

If Ong spread his arms, his nails would turn dark red, and blood would ooze out of them.

Ong immediately retreated. His face was filled with shock as he looked at Ye Loongyue.

A purple flame was burning on Ye Loongyue's body, making him look like a human.

He smiled disdainfully, "Is that all you have?"

Ong's expression was extremely gloomy, and the anger in his eyes intensified.

Following a thunderous voice, Ong's body was revealed. The Stellar Energy that seemed to have fused with his blood had gradually spread throughout his entire body.

As if he had gone mad, Ong let out a low roar, and his aura doubled.

Ye Loongyue smiled and said, "The King Tai Sect's Stellar Blood Secret Art can even match my strength!"

As soon as his voice faded, Ong's body tore through the strong wind and charged towards Ye Loongyue.

The two martial grandmasters' fists and kicks intersected. Every time they attacked, there was a thunderous sound.

As expected of the experts of the King Tai Sect. Fist, feet, elbows, and every part of his body seemed to form a killing weapon.

Ye Loongyue also kept blocking the attack, his Stellar Energy surrounding his surroundings like fire.

After about twelve moves, Ye Loongyue suddenly punched forward. The Stellar Energy fire on his body kept gathering toward the fist in his hand.

Boom!

Ong's body was suddenly sent flying.

Twelve meters away, Ong was forced back again and again, removing the remaining force.

He looked at Ye Loongyue in disbelief, completely different from his previous cold arrogance.

"How dare you underestimate the martial arts of Huaxia?" Ye Loongyue suddenly shook his hands, "Fine, let me tell you what a true martial arts master is!"

As he spoke, the blazing aura-qi around his body gradually gathered in his arms. Then, the purple-red aura-qi on his fists faintly transformed into the head of a golden-red fire dragon. The wisps of flames had almost solidified. How shocking was his ability to control aura-qi to such an extent?

"This is the Three Forms of Zhu Rong, Martial Grandmaster Zhu Ling!?" Ma Wanyuan, the Martial Grandmaster in the distance, exclaimed in shock.

"The transformation of a Gang Stage into a real thing, I thought it was impossible, but someone actually did it!?" Wu Zhan was also shocked to the extreme, "It is said that Zhu Ling is the leader of the four most powerful martial grandmasters in the Southern Mountain Range, and that Zhu Rong Mountain has comprehended the Zhu Rong Three Styles, which was created only after ten years of comprehension. It can condense astral energy into a real thing, and transform it into a true dragon!"

This was the technique of a martial grandmaster. Condensing astral energy into solid form was like turning mist into water, condensing water into ice. If one were to face it head on, an ordinary martial grandmaster's astral energy would be no different from striking a rock with an egg.

Ong's expression changed as he stared at Ye Loongyue. In the next moment, he suddenly stomped his foot.2

However, this time, he did not attack Ye Loongyue. Instead, he turned around to flee.

Earlier, he had killed without batting an eye. He had even provoked the four Grandmasters. This did not mean that he wanted to die here.

"You killed my Huaxia martial artist. Do you still want to leave alive?" Ye Loongyue laughed out loud. He walked towards Ong. Ordinary people did not even see the shadow of his legs crossed. In just three breaths' time, he caught up to Ong, who had turned around and was about to run away.

His fist was like a dragon's. With just one punch, it landed on Ong's back.

With a bang, Ong's entire body almost fell together. It was as if his entire body had been broken.

Even if Ong had gathered all of his Gang Qis in one place, he wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from the Ye Loongyue Fist of the Zhu Rong Three Moves.

After Ong died, Ye Loongyue put away the Gang Qis on his fists and stood with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, he was like a god in the mortal world. In the martial gathering, all the disciples, warriors, and grandmasters had respectful looks on their faces.

This was a martial grandmaster's disciple!

This was Nan Yue's number one martial grandmaster, Ye Loongyue!

Chen Xinwu's eyes were filled with extreme admiration.

Yun Mobing and Yun Moxuan's expressions had become extremely ugly.

Yu Mengzi gave a lovely laugh and glanced at Yun Mobing. There was a faint trace of complacency in her eyes.

Ye Loongyue looked around. He slowly turned his eyes and looked at Yun Mobing and Yun Moxuan.

"Yun family, have you and the young Grandmaster of Zhenjiang ever thought about killing my junior brother today?"

"Although my junior brother is useless, he is still my junior brother. He belongs to the same bloodline as me. Do you think you can kill him just like that?!"

A murderous look appeared in his eyes.

"Where is the young master of Zhenjiang?"

"Hurry up and send yourself to death!"

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