2999: C2999 Eyesight

C2999 Eyesight

Elder Li smiled and shook his head. His tone was tinged with regret, but it also contained anger. "Young people are full of vigor after all. They don't know their place."

Old Master Muu frowned and said, "Old Li, your seniority is very high, so don't bother with me."

Elder Li sighed, "Old Mu, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but this brat doesn't want to give you face. Elder Li sighed," Old Mu, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but this brat doesn't want to give you face.

Old Master Muu still wanted to help, but Yang Ping said, "Old Master Muu, it's better if you don't persuade him. He's determined to fight me, and I can't avoid him. It's better to fight than to blabber on for half a day."

Old Master Muu hurriedly said, "Yang Ping, don't be rash." Actually, he knew a bit about Yang Ping's aura, so he didn't believe that Yang Ping could compete with Old Li. After all, experience was there, Old Li was a famous battle maniac in the military and most people didn't want to provoke him.

Dong Ming watched from the side and cursed inwardly. Yang Ping, I don't care how strong you are, but compared to Martial Uncle, you are nothing but an ant. Fight, ruthlessly stomp on the ground. Let me see how miserable you look when you get slapped in the face.

Yang Ping took a step forward and said, "Old Master Muu, please step aside."

Old Master Muu hesitated, but when he saw Yang Ping's resolute expression, he sighed secretly. He understood that it was impossible to stop him. It all depended on Old Li. If it really wasn't possible, he would stop him.

The battle was about to begin.

Elder Li's casual battle had displayed the demeanor of a saint. The red clouds above his head had become even denser like blood, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to be covered with a layer of red carpet.

Old Master Muu was unhappy. He felt that Old Li, who was a great Saint, still needed to use Saint's methods when fighting with juniors, was actually bullying others.

Bloody Dusk.

Old Li's domain was extremely terrifying, able to cause his opponent to hallucinate. Those with weak willpower would die the moment they entered the Bloody Dusk.

Luckily, Yang Ping's calm face was not affected by the domain, so Old Master Muu could relax a little.

"One move."

Old Li shouted in a domineering manner. He decided to use only one move to suppress it, or else, with three moves, he would appear to be powerless and would have to struggle so hard to deal with a single Subsaint.

When he made his move.

The sky was filled with red clouds, and it was as if a hand had drilled out from the sky, bringing with it an unparalleled aura as it swept away all the inequalities in the world.

Red Hands!

This was an elegant move, but its power was extremely tyrannical. With Elder Li's famous ultimate move, with one move, he could sweep away all obstacles and burn away many injustices.

Old Master Muu looked at the palm and felt the strength of it. He scolded, "Old Li, you are too shameless. This is the power of Saint's Middle Stage. "

Elder Li's expression did not change as he said indifferently: "If he can't even take one move from me, what about protecting the Dragon City?"

Old Master Muu's eyes flickered. He really wanted to intervene and stop Yang Ping, but he resisted because Yang Ping's calm expression showed that he was confident.

Dong Ming looked at the hands and almost sat down on the ground. He was scared out of his wits and only realized his insignificance in the face of absolute power. He was not on the same level as senior uncle. At the same time, he pitied Yang Ping and offended him. If he were to offend senior uncle, he would at least suffer a heavy injury.

Just when everyone thought Yang Ping wouldn't be able to take the hit, he made his move.

Facing the palm, he threw out a punch.

Top Yang Divine Fist's Three Yang Opening Tai.

Yang Ping's Fist Aura had a faint sense of innovation. No matter how powerful the power was, as long as it was something from the old era, it could be removed. The fist looked tiny under the hands of the red hand, but it was like a needle and the red clouds in the sky were like a balloon. When the sharp needle stabbed into the red balloon, only the faint sound of thunder could be heard.

The balloon broke.

Elder Li's move lost its effect.

The world was quiet.

Other than the cold wind on the river and the occasional sound of waves, the rest were the breathing of the crowd. Dong Ming's eyeballs were about to pop out. The image of that fist appearing in his mind was filled with awe.

He finally understood the difference between him and Yang Ping.

How could he compare with someone who could fight against the Intermediate Stage of a Saint? Recalling his previous arrogance, he wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. At the same time, he felt fear and hatred towards Yang Ping.

Would you resent a saint?

Obviously not.

This was because the two of them belonged to different levels of people.

The one with the most interesting face was Old Master Muu. He did not expect Yang Ping to not only remain uninjured, but also easily break Elder Li's ultimate move, the Red Beard Hand. Old Master Muu could not help but reveal a satisfied smile.

This child was not someone from the pond.

Elder Li stared at Yang Ping and wanted to attack again, but Old Master Muu coughed, "Old Li, you still want to continue? Forget it. "

Elder Li's eyes flickered. He withdrew his power and turned to leave.

Yang Ping looked at Elder Li's back. He knew that without the support of the Power of Dragon City, it would be hard to fight against Saint's Middle Stage. Unless he were to comprehend the second level of Top Yang Divine Fist, the Six Paths of the Eight Trigrams, Elder Li would definitely be at a disadvantage if he were to erupt with someone like him, who was at the peak of Saint's Middle Stage.

Dong Ming left with his tail between his legs.

Old Master Muu laughed out loud, patted Yang Ping's shoulder and said, "Amazing, at your age, I think you can kill me with one finger."

Yang Ping said humbly, "Old Master Muu, you have to be serious. I am far from being your opponent at the moment. You must be almost in your late stages. "

Old Master Muu was surprised for a moment and then revealed a surprised expression.

He had the Intermediate Stage of a saint and was showing signs of a breakthrough. However, other than himself, no one knew what had happened. Old Li didn't expect Yang Ping to see through it.

"Great Sage, it's available." Yang Ping sincerely congratulated him.

Old Master Muu smiled and looked at him meaningfully, then walked towards the mansion, "Yang Ping, you are the most promising young man I have ever met. Work hard, Old Master Mu will support you. "No matter what mistakes you make, as long as Old Master Mu is here, nothing will happen to you."

Yang Ping revealed a warm smile.

Yes, all these years, he had seen too much betrayal and oppression, but Old Master Mu had always cared about himself. No matter what others said, even if he took out evidence, Old Master Mu would overturn it and choose to believe Yang Ping. This trust could not be described with words.

For the sake of Old Master Mu's earnest gaze, he couldn't let the Dragon City become chaotic.

Old Master Mu meant to be stable.

For the sake of the country's overall situation, the Dragon City was in chaos. Many foreign enemies took advantage of the situation and entered, restricting the development of the entire China, so they had to ensure the stability of the Dragon City.

Yang Ping clenched his fist and Old Master Mu's figure appeared in his mind. His kind face was full of hope the whole time. It was a gaze towards the future of the Chinese nation, a gaze towards the growth of the Chinese nation.

"Li Mu, are you willing to leave this place and go to Yanhuang?"

Li Mu was still there as he sent Yang Ping off. When he suddenly heard these words, his legs trembled and he almost kneeled down. He said excitedly, "Hall Master, you mean …"

Yang Ping laughed, "That's right, I intend to recommend you to Yanhuang."

Li Mu's expression turned serious as he replied, "I'm willing."

Yang Ping patted Li Mu's shoulder and said, "Let's go. I'll call Old Master Muu later. He probably won't stop us. After that, you leave Dragon City and go to the Yellowish Training Base. Take my letter. "

Li Mu was so excited that he couldn't find the north. He was extremely excited along the way.0

Becoming a member of the Scorching Yellow Temple was the dream of all the Martial Cultivator in China. He was so excited that he was on the verge of tears.

Li Mu sent Yang Ping to the Yang's Small Clinic, then reluctantly left.

Yang Ping was about to open the door, but he felt a loathsome aura. Moreover, it was quite strong, right in front of the Huahang Edifice's entrance.

It had the same dark black aura as Ai Lun, and it was even stronger than Ai Lun by a lot. This was a dark expert at the peak of Subsaint, with the same blood flowing from him as Ai Lun.

When Yang Ping noticed the other person, that person stopped at the door and looked over, revealing a mouthful of white teeth!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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