2808: C2808 Inheritance

C2808 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 powerful that it had never been seen before.

How could they continue fighting like this?

Yang Ping crawled up again. Who knows how many bones his body had broken. He gritted his teeth and said, "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's cousin's house, it was known as the most powerful mental attack, the Ancient Martial Arts. Once it was used, even he would be scared of it.

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 did not hold back his words. It was one of his most powerful moves, yet it had no effect.

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 he was at his peak state, he still wouldn't be his match. No wonder Madame Zhu and the old man had entered here before he had entered the Subsaint realm, which resulted in a narrow escape.

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 he was unable to resist. It seemed that this punch could split the heavens and earth, and could pierce through the void. 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 try to dodge his punch, but chose to take it head on.

The result could be imagined.

Yang Ping was sent flying. The bones in his arms were broken. It was unknown if he had a comminuted fracture 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 his 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 interval between the man's punch and Yang Ping's recovery was three minutes.

Three minutes later.

The linen man attacked again.

Another punch.

Yang Ping flew out again. He laid on the floor, revealed a wry smile and said helplessly: "I really can't beat him. He 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 he had known earlier, he 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 hit the stone wall hard, the pain was 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 cursed: "You have such a high level of cultivation, but I am only a ninth level pinnacle, how can I fight against you?"

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 be furious and try to attack, but he didn't. Because his injuries hadn't fully healed yet, attacking recklessly would only make it worse. At this moment, Yang Ping was very 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. However, before he could celebrate, his fist had already arrived. He flew out gloomily, not being able to injure his opponent. He 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 surprised for a moment and thought to himself, "Yeah, the other party's condition is to defeat him and not say anything else. It's just a one-sided wish." He gritted his teeth and got up again. He found that the shorter the recovery time was, the better it would be.

Following that, Yang Ping entered 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 something, and that was the recovery ability of Body of Top Yang. Although he was beaten to death, his understanding of Body of Top Yang became more and more profound.

Suddenly.

Yang Ping looked up and stared at the Body of Top Yang and shouted: "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 he was said to be a trash, it could be a catchphrase from the other party, as long as they can't reach his level, they'll all be trash. However, Yang Ping was very happy because he clearly understood that it wasn't because he needed to accept a powerful energy at once, but because he needed to develop himself.

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 his 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 became more and more excited. He laughed crazily at the sky and shouted, "Come on, let the storm come more violent."

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 the opponent's punch. Yang Ping was sent flying, but he stopped vomiting blood.

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

Take my punch!

Yang Ping laughed. Although he was not a match, he still dared to attack.

BOOM!

The previous unbreakable thunder stone wall was now forcefully smashed by his body into a hole, which showed the terrifying strength of the linen man. More importantly, Yang Ping's body strength had reached an unimaginable level.

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

Staring at the linen man, he said seriously: "Senior, although I do not know why with your cultivation level and strength, you fell here, but I can understand the true Body of Top Yang from your teachings, next, it will be time for me to make a move."

The linen robed man coldly replied, "Trash."

BOOM!

With a stomp of his feet, the ground trembled and the stone walls trembled. Yang Ping's recovery ability had reached its peak in a second, his actions causing the air in the secret room to tremble, almost causing cracks to appear on the ground. Just the pressure on his body was enough to reach such a degree, that even Saint Stage was unable to compare with his physical body.

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 the strongest punch, he only forced his opponent to take a few steps back. He shook his 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 surprised, "Senior, you aren't 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!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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