In this era of numerous geniuses, the yellow-robed saint might not be too surprised to be broken out of the saint's domain by a Taoist spiritual master, but the sudden action of the opposite party's clothes still showed off his face.
The dignified saint and strong man was actually dumbfounded, staring closely at the bare-butted boy in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.
This guy has so much money!
His eyes swept downwards, and such an idea appeared in the mind of the saint in yellow clothes unconsciously. Then he shook his head, trying hard to separate what he saw from his memory.
The golden sand sculpture with a bruised nose and swollen face could not help but show envy and jealousy.
Zhong Wen succeeded in testing his spiritual skills. He knew that from now on, he was qualified to fight the saint head-on. He was filled with pride. He was about to say a few provocative words when he suddenly heard Shangguan Mingyue's sharp exclamation. .
He turned around and saw that Miss Shangguan was looking at him in great surprise, her face flushed.
He looked down at himself, then looked up at Shangguan Mingyue.
He lowered his head to look at himself, then turned his head to glance at the saint in yellow shirt in the distance.
Throughout the entire process, Zhong Wen remained silent, and his expression gradually went from excitement to excessiveness, and finally turned into an indescribable cartoon face.
An awkward atmosphere lingered around, and even the air seemed to freeze.
Damn it!
What a trick!
Don't I want to lose face?
Only then did he remember that the introduction to "Breaking Realm True Dragon Qi" seemed to mention "it has the effect of exploding clothes", and his face suddenly turned blue, wishing that there would be a crack in the ground so that he could get in.
The saint in yellow shirt looked at the young man in front of him who had the courage to expose himself. He was not sure about the other person's direction for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, he finally opened his mouth and wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start.
Then, he watched helplessly as the muscular naked man took out a white gown from nowhere and began to put it on himself while facing the enemy.
However, this small-sized white gown was completely incompatible with his muscular body.
Drape it from the back, from the head, from the feet...
The fit and naked man tried every angle and every method, but he couldn't put this gown on himself. He couldn't help sweating on his forehead, feeling restless, and exerting slight pressure on his hands.
"Bah!"
With a soft sound, the white gown experienced an unbearable weight in life, and finally couldn't bear the burden and split into two halves.
The saint in yellow shirt: "..."
Shangguan Mingyue: "..."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
The already embarrassing scene suddenly became extremely embarrassing. There was silence all around, and the air seemed to be frozen.
The muscular man chuckled, trying hard to pretend that he was not embarrassed. He casually tied two pieces of white cloth around his waist and tied a knot, making a temporary pair of "shorts", finally reluctantly ending his journey of letting himself go.
"Hey! You are such a scoundrel, you are so disrespectful, and you actually bully a woman based on your cultivation!" Then, he looked at the saint in yellow sternly and righteously, his eyes widened, and he yelled indignantly, "Let me do it." Learn from me, how much do you weigh?"
Lu Jianjing's righteous lines, coupled with his weird and absurd half-naked appearance at the moment, made the scene look extremely funny.
"You want to fight me?"
Being offended by a junior under twenty years old pointing at the nose is a situation that no saint can bear. However, for some reason, the saint in yellow shirt is not too angry. Instead, he faintly wants to laugh, "Do you think you have practiced this? Can a half-baked secret method compete with a saint?"
The Ghost Dragon Clan existed in an earlier era. Although the legend still existed, the Yellow-shirted Sage had never witnessed the unique skill of "Breaking Realm Dragon Qi" with his own eyes.
Zhong Wen's very eye-catching special effects of popping clothes made him completely unable to associate with this nation.
This is because the people of the Ghost Dragon Clan don't wear much clothing, and most of them only use a few pieces of fabric to cover their vital parts.
And these pieces of fabric are all made of special materials, which can stretch freely and will not be broken by the sudden burst of muscles.
Is this a half-baked secret technique?
After all, this was Zhong Wen's first confrontation with a saint. The last time he faced Saint Lingxiao, he just got beaten and it was not considered a fight at all.
Hearing the saint in yellow shirt ridicule his "realm-breaking dragon energy", he couldn't help but feel worried. He also said that the other party really saw through the reality and knew the weakness of this ghost dragon clan's spiritual skill, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to attack for a while. .
Little did he know that the saint in yellow didn't recognize this spiritual skill at all. Based purely on the dazzling special effects of exploding clothes, he concluded that it was definitely not a serious secret method.
Although he was not a person of noble character, he was a saint anyway, but he was embarrassed to take the lead on a young man. The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, with big eyes and small eyes, and they were frozen on the spot for a moment.
After a moment of confrontation, Zhong Wen finally felt that it was somewhat indecent to wear such a pair of "shorts" in front of Shangguan Mingyue. Seeing that the other party did not take action, he quietly launched his attack on the white light man with the idea of finishing the fight early and getting dressed early. Raid orders.
"boom!"
"Zhong Wen No. 2", which had been lying in wait near the saint in yellow for a long time, received his message. His eyes lit up, he grinned, and punched out, hitting the saint in yellow hard on the face.
It was clear that he had not yet drawn the "Friendship Breaking Face Fist", but through his unremitting efforts and research, he achieved similar momentum and effects.
Like the Lingxiao Saint, although the Yellow Shirt Saint's cultivation level was much higher than Zhong Wen's, he still couldn't detect the existence of the White Light Man. He was caught off guard by the punch on his face, and his figure immediately fell to the ground like a meteor, fiercely pointing downwards. Fall.
After a successful blow, Zhong Wen did not stop, as if he was given a boost, he suddenly ejected and instantly appeared in the direction of the yellow-robed saint's whereabouts.
The three secret arts of "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique", "Purple Qi from the East" and "Realm-Breaking Dragon Qi" were used at the same time. The dragon energy on his body was swirling, purple smoke was lingering, and the dazzling defensive spirit patterns were shining and exuding. The terrifying power that shakes the earth, the gorgeous appearance, and the vastness of the momentum have reached a level that no spiritual master can even imagine.
He raised his right arm high and punched hard, heading straight for the chest of the saint in yellow.
Wherever the punch passed, a deafening crackling sound erupted. Before it hit, there was already a faint and frightening power that shattered the void.
Is this guy really a spiritual master?
The saint in yellow shirt was still in the process of falling. Feeling the momentum of Zhong Wen's punch, his face suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, and he had a vague illusion that he was fighting another saint.
At the same time, he felt that the spiritual power in his body suddenly became extremely chaotic, and unexpectedly surged out of his body uncontrollably.
What kind of magical skill is this?
Why does it feel a bit like the "spiritual palm" of suffering?
His heart became more and more shocked, and his body suddenly stagnated in mid-air. His left hand gently brushed his Dantian, and with the supreme cultivation of the saint level, he forcibly stopped the spiritual riot in his body.
At the same time, he used his right hand as a claw, and his entire forearm became gleaming with golden light, and he grabbed Zhong Wen's fist fiercely.
"boom!"
The fists and claws of the two people did not touch each other, but they just hit each other in the air, and a deafening sound erupted. A terrifying air wave swept in all directions. The entire area was suddenly violently windy, with flying sand and rocks, creating an exaggerated scene of the sky collapsing and the earth shattering. Shangguan Mingyue, who was in the distance, was dumbfounded, and his mind was shaken. Even his thoughts about complaining about Zhong Wen's naked male style were much lighter.
A strong counter-shock force came from his arm, and Zhong Wen was uncontrollably knocked back several feet.
The figure of the yellow-robed saint dropped slightly, and then hung in mid-air, seemingly unharmed.
So hard!
Zhong Wen curled his lips in displeasure.
No matter how brilliant he was, the visual effects were extremely cool, but the saint in yellow just took action hastily. In this duel between the two, the saint's side actually had the advantage.
"Boy, you..."
Realizing that Zhong Wen's strength was not simple, the yellow-shirted saint was about to speak out and negotiate, but saw the other party duck and punch him again, as if he was determined to solve the problem with violence.
You really think I'm afraid of you!
After all, he has a noble status. Being provoked by a spiritual master like this, he couldn't help but feel angry. Suddenly, an extremely vast aura erupted from his body. A huge golden rooster appeared in the sky within a radius of several hundred feet. Under this golden rooster Surrounding the rooster were actually thousands of golden hens.
"Oh oh oh!"
The golden rooster cheered up, raised its head and crowed loudly.
"Kick-clack-clack-clack-clack-clack!"
The surrounding hens immediately flapped their wings and responded in unison. The scene instantly became extremely lively, and the style of the painting was once out of control.
Zhong Wen: “…..”
