Chapter 47

The faces of Yan Chengcai and the others were extremely ugly. Although they were covered with turbans, everyone's eyes were filled with anger.

This young master who jumped out suddenly, uttered such wild words, which naturally aroused everyone's anger. Moreover, at the moment when they had just won a complete victory, they were so imposing and full of confidence, how could they stand such a provocation.

Daniel roared loudly and said, "I'm coming!"

He rushed up with a stride, and swung his iron fist, which turned out to be the sound of the wind, full of momentum.

Among the twenty people who participated in the night fight, his strength was one of the best, and only the unlucky big man with a broken leg could compete with him. Even Yan Chengcai and Huang Jingtian are slightly inferior.

However, when Danu's punch was about to hit the young master, a sneer of disdain flashed across his face.

With a slight turn of the body, Brother Young Master turned half of his body, allowing Daniel's punch to pass by. At the same time, he stumbled slightly, and Daniel couldn't hold back his body immediately, and fell forward with a whoosh, and fell to the ground abruptly.

Many sergeants were shocked, and their eyes became serious.

Ouyang Ming, who was hiding behind, had his eyes brightened even more. When he saw Brother Young Master's hand, it was as if a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across his mind, as if he had vaguely seen and understood something. .

And in the next moment, the purple light cluster in his mind had activated by itself, split his consciousness into two, and once again looked forward from the perspective of a bystander.

Yan Cheng gave a soft drink, and said, "Daniu, are you alright?"

Daniu sat up, his face flushed, and he said, "Boss, it's all right, I accidentally fell down just now."

Although he was very tough verbally, everyone understood that it was definitely not a matter of being careful or not.

Brother Young Master looked at them proudly, and said, "Don't worry, I won't bully you either." He clapped his hands and said, "I'm the same as you, with a fifth-class cultivation base, and I don't wear any equipment." He did not hide his contempt, and said: "If you don't come up, I will come over by myself!"

"Okay, since Your Excellency is so interested, I'll come to experience it." Yan Cheng stretched out his hand and pressed down to calm down the emotions of the brothers. Then, he strode forward, clenched his fists, and walked towards the opponent.

Although he has already seen that this young master must be difficult to deal with. However, he has two pieces of attribute equipment on him. This extra strength and agility are his greatest confidence.

Brother Young Master is still carrying his hands on his back, looking at his expression, it seems that he is not about to meet the enemy, but just walking in the garden, indescribably chic and at ease.

"Be careful!" Yan Cheng shouted lightly, and punched out his chest.

However, although this punch was violent, it left some leeway.

However, the opponents he has encountered recently are obviously different. The Young Master's figure swayed slightly, and he flashed past Yan Chengcai's fist.

If he shakes his body and slaps at night, Yan Chengcai's punch can hit. And if it was that early in the morning, Yan Chengcai could change on the spot. However, the time this young master chose to avoid was just right, and he made a change right at this moment. He deftly dodged Yan Chengcai's punch, and even got closer.

Yan Chengcai was terrified, quickly restrained his strength, and with a wave of his arm, he continued to throw at Brother Young Master. But at this moment, a strong force came from his side, and he flew out involuntarily.

With just one move, just the same move, Yan Chengcai could no longer control his figure and was thrown flying abruptly.

Ouyang Ming was dumbfounded, his face was slightly flushed. With the help of the purple light cluster, he clearly saw what happened just now.

This son's cultivation is just as he said,

It is the pinnacle of the fifth-class power product. If it is only in terms of strength, it is even slightly inferior to Yan Chengcai who has the blessing of strength. However, his skills are too powerful, and the timing of the battle he chooses is extremely ingenious, which makes people feel like a poem.

In fact, if there were other people present, even if it was Yan Haobo Huochang, or Liu Zhengye, the captain of the hundred people, it would be absolutely impossible to feel this way.

Only Ou Yangming, who sees everything clearly and understands the difficulty and reason behind it, can feel this way. Moreover, he faintly felt that the other party's ability was extremely important to him.

"Brothers, let's attack together!" When Daniel fell down, he didn't care, but when he saw Yan Chengcai being beaten into the air, his face turned livid and he roared loudly.

The remaining eight sergeants responded loudly, shaking their fists one by one, and filed forward.

At this moment, even Yan Chengcai did not stop him, because he also understood that if he fought alone, the difference between himself and the other party did not seem to be a single star. So, when he stabilized his body, he gritted his teeth and rushed up silently.

Once ten well-trained sergeants are encircled, their combat effectiveness will be more than doubled.

However, that Young Master Brother was happy and fearless, and instead showed a smile on his face, saying: "Hehe, didn't I say that you should have done this a long time ago."

His body was swaying, and he walked with strides. Under the siege of ten people, he glides like a fish. No matter how Yan Chengcai and others siege him, he is walking on flat ground and unscathed.

Huang Jingtian and others were lying on the ground, they had been dumbfounded for a long time.

It was not the first day they met Yan Chengcai, so it was obvious that these people had already tried their best. But even so, there was nothing he could do to that young master. Moreover, from their point of view, there is always a sense of incongruity, as if it is not Yan Chengcai who is in control of everything, but the young master who is alone and alone.

Ouyang Ming's eyes were full of radiance, and at this moment, he had already substituted himself into the battle group.

Under the siege of ten sergeants, the young master's footwork and skills were extremely strange, and he was often able to do what no one else could. And it is precisely because of this that he can control the overall situation like a monkey walking.

That's right, in Ou Yangming's eyes, this young master is walking a monkey, and it's a very enjoyable one.

However, it was this weird battle situation that gave Ou Yangming huge and unimaginable gains.

The consciousness of being an outsider gradually grasped the various key points of the movement of the young master, and consciously began to simulate it in his mind.

This is an indescribable feeling, but Ou Yangming just felt that he seemed to have transformed into that young master, walking gracefully among the crowd, despite the fierce wind and fists around him, he was like a broad road, relaxed and freehand.

That day when he fought against Yan Chengcai, although Ouyang Ming relied on the wonderful effect of the purple light, he was able to deal with him, and finally defeated the strong with the weak.

But the performance at that time was all figured out by Ouyang Ming's own exploration and thinking. In other words, it broke out under forced and helpless circumstances.

But now, this son's performance seemed to open a door leading to a peak in front of Ou Yangming, allowing him to see the bright and beautiful scenery inside the door.

It turns out that fighting skills can reach such a powerful level.

If there is a huge difference in strength, fighting skills will naturally have no effect. However, if the skill has reached a certain height, it can also be challenged beyond the next level.

Ouyang Ming's fists had been clenched unknowingly, his heart was surging and he couldn't control himself.

If he had seen this technique a long time ago, would he still be so embarrassed when facing Yan Haobo's seemingly majestic and unstoppable strike?

No, even in the face of Yan Huochang, he will have the strength to fight!

Skills, it turns out that real skills are so gorgeous.

Suddenly, he finally figured out something.

So, just when his mood was shaken and he was eager to try, the purple light cluster in his mind surged again.

This time, there was a trace of purple light entering the spiritual power between the eyebrows.

Spiritual power was originally invisible and colorless, but Ouyang Ming succeeded in stimulating it at a critical moment of life and death, and became a form under consciousness. It's just that this mental power is so weird that he can't control it at all.

However, at this moment, after seeing the miraculous method displayed by Brother Young Master, it is suddenly enlightened.

This is no longer an ordinary trick, but a super ability that can leverage spiritual power.

The moment Ziguang came into contact with the spiritual power, Ouyang Ming finally felt a sense of control. That is, these spiritual powers can already be used by him.

Sure enough, according to his intention, that trace of spiritual power was released from between the brows, and existed in a way that was many times thinner than a silk thread.

Of course, if you observe this trace of spiritual power with the naked eye, you will never see any clues. But Ouyang Ming knew that it really existed.

Well, although I can mobilize my spiritual power, it doesn't seem to be of any use...

"Hey!" Brother Young Master's slow voice sounded in the field: "That's all your abilities, I'm too lazy to play with you."

He had been dodging before and did not strike back, but at this moment his face changed, and his hands slapped out continuously like lightning.

There was a sound of wailing in the arena. Although Yan Chengcai and the others watched the opponent's attack, and the speed of the attack did not seem to be fast, their bodies rushed forward foolishly, and were hit hard by the opponent.

Just a moment later, there was no one else standing in the arena except for that son.

The Young Master flicked his sleeves, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

However, just when he was about to leave gracefully, a figure was glimpsed out of the corner of his eyes, and this figure was walking towards him slowly. However, for some reason, the figure that was clearly coming in a straight line gave people a strange feeling of swaying and swaying.

Brother Young Master's face became serious for the first time.