766: C766 Inheritance

C766 Inheritance

The entire stone wall was dyed red.

It was all Yang Ping's blood.

He didn't know how many times he had been knocked down, but no matter how many times he had used Ancient Martial Arts, he still wasn't his match. The linen robed man was also a Body of Top Yang. His physique was so strong that it had never been seen before, and even when he stood at his original position, allowing Yang Ping to make a move, he was still rebounded to the point of vomiting blood.

How could they continue fighting like this?

Yang Ping crawled back up again, there were countless broken bones in her body, as she said while clenching her teeth: "I don't believe that I can't even win over a corpse."

His spiritual sea!

This was a Spirit Secret Technique that he obtained from Cheng Cheng Yun's cousin's house, it was known as the most powerful mental attack, the Ancient Martial Arts. Once used, even he would be afraid.

He swept his gaze at the man in sackcloth, and layers of ripples appeared in the air. If it was a normal Subsaint, the moment they were affected, the man in sackcloth would have collapsed. However, the man in sackcloth remained unmoved and coldly looked at him.

F * ck!

Yang Ping could not help but curse. One of her strongest ultimate moves was actually ineffective.

Just how strong was this person?

Spiritual Force.

Endurance.

In fact, if he combined the two, he was far from being a match for him.

Yang Ping knew that even if it was at her peak state, it was impossible to be her opponent. No wonder when Madame Zhu and the old man entered here before he had even entered the Subsaintly State, they would have a slim chance of survival.

The linen robed man threw a punch at him.

The void collapsed.

Each crack was capable of killing an expert of the early stage of Subsaint, let alone the fist that had triggered the spatial tear.

The fist arrived.

It was a great coincidence.

It was as if the universe itself was the most fundamental principle.

Yang Ping had a feeling that she was unable to resist, as if this fist could split heaven and earth, and could pierce through space. This was only 1/10000 of the strength. If she was at full strength, she would probably be able to compete with the strength of the Peach Blossom World.

Yang Ping did not attempt to dodge the tyrannical fist but chose to block it.

The result could be imagined.

Yang Ping flew horizontally, the bones in her arms were broken, she did not know if there were any shattered bones, because it was really painful. He did not make a sound, but managed to stand up and wipe away the blood at the corner of her mouth. Fortunately, the opponent only threw out a punch and did not follow up. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the second round.

He calculated that the time interval for the linen man to punch was three minutes. These three minutes were exactly the time for Yang Ping to recover.

Three minutes later.

The linen man attacked again.

Another punch.

Yang Ping flew out once again. Lying on the floor, he revealed a bitter smile and said helplessly: "I really can't beat him. She was simply too strong. There was no way he would have a chance to win against him. The toughness of Spiritual Force's flesh was not on the same level. If she had known earlier, she would have waited for death outside. This place is simply suffering. It will not die, but every time I get seriously injured. "

He didn't want to get up, but the man in sackcloth struck with his fist.

Pfft!

Yang Ping smashed into the stone wall ruthlessly, the pain excruciating.

The linen robed man stopped and looked at him coldly: "Too weak. How to accept the inheritance? Body of Top Yang s are known as the Ultimate Constitution, the Strongest Constitution. You are truly a disgrace. "

Yang Ping got up, and scolded: "Your realm is so high, but I am only at the peak of the ninth level, how can you fight me?"

The linen robed man said faintly, "This is an excuse for the weak." You are a piece of trash. "

Trash!

Yang Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If it was anyone else, they would probably explode with anger, and work hard to attack. But he did not, because the injuries on her body had not recovered yet. At this moment, Yang Ping was extremely calm and would not act rashly.

With every breath he took, he calculated his attack power.

Two minutes fifty-nine seconds.

Body recovery.

Yang Ping was overjoyed, but before she even had the chance to celebrate, a fist had arrived. He flew out gloomily, not being able to injure her opponent. She glared at the linen robed man and shouted, "You tricked me. No matter what, you're a supreme expert. How dare you act so shamelessly?"

The linen robed man said indifferently: "When did I say 'attack interval'?"

Yang Ping was startled, and thought, that's right, the other party's condition was to defeat him, and not to say anything else, it was just a one-sided dream. He gritted her teeth and got up again. She found that the shorter the recovery time was, the better it would be.

Next, Yang Ping entered into a cycle of pain and happiness.

It was the same as walking around the eighteen levels of hell, sometimes suffering, and sometimes being reborn. Amidst the destruction and freshmen, Yang Ping gradually understood one thing, and that was the recovery ability of the Body of Top Yang. Although he was beaten to death, her understanding of the Body of Top Yang became more and more profound.

Suddenly.

Yang Ping raised her head, stared at the Body of Top Yang and said: "I understand, the so-called inheritance is …"

Pfft!

The linen robed man punched him, sending him flying as he spoke, "Trash."

Yang Ping laughed out loud. Although she was called a trash, it was possible that it was just a catchphrase from the other party, people who were unable to reach his level would all be trash, but Yang Ping was extremely happy. This was because she was clear about the inheritances, it was not because she needed to accept a strong energy at once.

He was now clear that he was previously ignorant of the Body of Top Yang's potential.

Only now did he realize that Body of Top Yang could be used in such a way. It was fortunate that he had exhausted all the Qi of Top Yang in her body, otherwise he would not have been able to comprehend it so quickly, because having the Qi of Top Yang would have delayed the development of his flesh.

If the linen man had wanted to kill him, he would have blown him up with a punch.

This place didn't belong to anyone else, but rather to his ancestral land, his own land of good fortune.

This was the place to train the Body of Top Yang.

Yang Ping got up, and she became more and more excited. She faced the sky and laughed crazily, and shouted, "Come, let the tempest come strike even more fiercely."

Two minutes and forty seconds.

Two minutes and thirty seconds.

Two minutes and twenty seconds.

"..."2

When the recovery time reached one second, he was still unable to stop the speed of's punches. Yang Ping was sent flying, but he did not vomit blood, the bones in her body were connected well, the recovery rate was too high for him to imagine.

He stomped his foot on the stone wall and pounced on the man in the sackcloth.

Take my punch!

Yang Ping laughed, although she was not an opponent, she still dared to attack.

BOOM!

The fist and fist collided, causing Yang Ping to scream miserably. A hole had appeared on the stone wall, the previously unshakable stone wall had now been forcibly smashed by's body, showing the terror of the linen man's strength. More importantly, the strength of Yang Ping's body, had reached an unimaginable realm.

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

Yang Ping landed on the ground, stared at the man in sackcloth and said seriously: "Senior, although I do not know why with your cultivation level and strength, I can only comprehend the true Body of Top Yang from your teachings. Next up, it's time for me to make a move."

The linen robed man coldly replied, "Trash."

BOOM!

With a stomp of his foot, the ground trembled and the stone walls trembled. Yang Ping's recovery ability reached its limit in a second, his actions caused the air in the secret room to shake, as even cracks almost appeared on the ground. Just the pressure on his body was enough to reach such a degree, that even Saint Stage was incomparable to him.

This was a pure path of physical body cultivation.

It did not fall within the category of Ancient Martial Arts.

His eyes were incomparably bright as he focused all of his strength into his fist. When it reached its peak, he threw a punch out.

The linen robed man raised his head to stop him.

The fist hit the arm.

The force of impact.

Then the man in the sackcloth moved his feet, leaving a mark on the floor.

Yang Ping was disappointed. After seeing her strongest punch, she had merely forced her opponent to take a few steps back. She shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, I still need to train."

Strangely, the man in the sackcloth didn't attack. He returned to the corner, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

He had turned back into a corpse.

Yang Ping was startled, and said in surprise: "Senior, you're not going to attack me anymore?"

There was no response.

He still wanted to continue asking. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. He lowered his head and saw that there were golden energy runes circulating on his arm. It was as if there was a dormant energy beginning to awaken within his body, causing the heavens to tremble.

Qi of Top Yang, reborn!

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