Ye Wentian ignored the person in front of him.
The spiritual power in his body was fully charged, and the aura around him increased again.
"I have a punch that can shake a dragon."
"break!"
"..."
Ye Wentian's figure brought out a golden lightning, and a punch fell suddenly, as if a dragon's roar broke through the air.
The fists roared and gathered into dragon shapes.
Like a giant golden dragon, it opened its mouth and wanted to devour the world.
"Old... Palace Master." Li Qiye looked forward. His poker face changed for the first time. Looking at the back in front of him, it seemed to overlap with the figure in his memory.
Li Qiye's eyes were moved.
Everyone in the venue, including the two members of the Xuan family, looked forward with their mouths agape for a while.
What kind of punch is this?
Then Ye Wentian, is there no limit to his spiritual power?
These two young masters of the Xuan family have not seen the top martial arts masters before, but no matter how strong they are, there is a limit, and at this moment, it seems that the Great Flame Dragon King is getting stronger with each fight!
"boom!"
"boom……"
The fist fell.
The palace master's expression finally changed, he raised his hand and exploded with spiritual power, launching a defense.
However, under the gaze of everyone, her figure was still directly shaken back, retreating dozens of feet in a row. After stabilizing her figure, the aura around her body was obviously disordered.
"It's not an absolute defense." Ye Wentian glanced ahead and loosened his fists.
If you can impress, you can kill.
It's not a big problem to throw more punches.
"You..." The palace owner frowned slightly and did not take action immediately. For the first time, there was a complex look on her face.
"Do you know our village chief?" Ye Wentian glanced at the person in front of him.
The opponent obviously recognized the Shaking Dragon Fist. This boxing technique was passed down to him by the village chief. Combined with the state of the ninth level transformation, it is undoubtedly Ye Wentian's strongest offensive now.
"Village... village chief?" The palace owner frowned and whispered repeatedly unconsciously.
After a moment, she slowly raised her head, her eyes a little more determined.
"Little thief, you killed the young master of Tiangong. I must investigate this matter, but I don't necessarily have to kill you to pay for it. Let me ask you, are you willing to be my adopted son?"
The palace owner spoke slowly, with a more serious expression on his face.
Everyone in the venue was stunned for a moment.
Xuan Ran and Xuan Bai Bing couldn't help but shine with light in their eyes.
"Great Flame Dragon King, promise her."
"If you become the young master of Tiangong, your future will be limitless. This is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step." Xuanran reacted quickly, his whole body became excited, and he quickly reminded him.
With this relationship, his Xuan Ran's status will also increase.
In the future, maybe we can get a glimpse of the position of the head of the Xuan family.
In contrast, Xuan Baibing's face was extremely gloomy.
"This Ye Wentian is really lucky. My martial arts talent is not bad. Why don't I have this opportunity?" Jealousy arose in Xuan Baibing. .z.
The Great Yan Dragon King became the young master of the Heavenly Palace, and he was afraid that he would never be able to kill him in this life.
Ye Wentian looked stunned.
For a moment, his body froze on the spot.
"Junior, have you thought about it?" The palace master glanced over and asked slowly.
Ye Wentian's eyes narrowed.
The next moment, long-lost anger rose in his eyes.
"Think about your uncle!"
"You, why the hell don't you recognize me as your father?" Ye Wentian's aura increased, and the terrifying spiritual power emerged from his body.
Her defense was broken by her own boxing skills, so she didn't want to admit defeat. Why did she really want to be her own mother?
What's the point of this?
Ye Wentian was angry, really angry.
When this scene fell into the eyes of everyone present, the expressions on the faces of An and others did not change much.
The two young masters of the Xuan family were buzzing in their minds, and their hearts were
Unable to stop trembling.
How dare this Ye Wentian do this?
It’s okay if you don’t cherish such an opportunity, but you dare to anger the Lord of Tiangong.
"presumptuous!"
"Little thief, why are you talking to me?" The palace owner frowned. She didn't expect the other party to react like this, so she couldn't help but yelled angrily.
I go!
Why did this woman assume her identity?
Ye Wen's eyes flashed red, and the aura around him rose again.
"Stop talking. You haven't even grown your hair yet. Why are you pretending to be in front of me?" Ye Wentian's eyes flashed and he glanced at the person in front of him.
The next moment, the golden light on his fist condensed again.
The air around him solidified, and an indescribable force swept across.
The Palace Master's face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, the spiritual power in front of him formed an invisible defense, blocking the other party's prying eyes.
"I am born with this."
"Junior, I will give you one last chance to become my adopted son, so that your relationship with the Heavenly Palace can be overturned." The Palace Master narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke again.
"Call me daddy first!" Ye Wentian responded immediately.
The words have not yet finished.
His figure once again brought out a golden light, approaching in an instant.
The fist roared, and the dragon's roar broke through the air.
The face of the palace master in front turned sharply, and his eyes returned to coldness again: "I have given you a chance, but in this case, I can only kill you."
"Tiangong Order, lock!"
"Buzz..."
The palace master raised his hand and quickly made a gesture.
Above his head, four Heavenly Palace Orders that were originally scattered without a trace suddenly appeared out of thin air and floated above Ye Wentian's head.
A four-sided barrier instantly enveloped his figure.
At this moment, Ye Wentian could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly passing away, which was somewhat similar to the previous situation where his spiritual consciousness was trapped.
"Huh? Here we go again." Ye Wentian glanced around. This time, his spiritual power didn't dissipate immediately, so it wouldn't be difficult to break through this thing.
at this time.
"call!"
"Whoosh."
A long-lost sense of threat struck Ye Wentian's mind.
That was the feeling I had when I first entered the novice village when I was six years old, and was thrown into the deep mountains and wild forests by the village chief, and was stared at by wild beasts.
"You little thief, go to hell." The palace master snorted coldly. The cold air in front of her body condensed and gradually formed a huge ice cone, spinning rapidly and tearing the air.
"Split the sky!"
"Go... huff..."
The palace owner pointed down.
The terrifying huge ice cone, with the force of breaking through the air, instantly penetrated the blocking barrier and appeared in Ye Wentian's chest the next second.
The faces of An, Jincheng and the others on the Anban list suddenly changed at the same time. Under the focused gaze, their faces showed worries.
