The main meeting hall of Chenghua Palace - Black Spring Hall. In the main hall, Shen Yifeng, many elders and some powerful people from Wanjin Bank Headquarters were discussing matters. Shen Jialong led the two people in, and everyone saw Shen Shuiyue. They all said hello and showed their goodwill.
"Dad, I'm back, and I've brought back the people you want to see." Shen Shuiyue saw Shen Yifeng sitting on the main seat, jumped up to him, and said excitedly.
"Oh, Shuiyue, you're back." After seeing Shen Shuiyue, Shen Yifeng's originally majestic face suddenly brightened up with a smile, even faster than Shen Jialong's face change, and refreshed Yang Ming's face. Cognition.
"Hello, uncle, I am Yang Ming." Yang Ming bowed his hands politely. Shen Yifeng looked at him, his face immediately became serious, and he simply replied with "hmm". For a man who wins the heart of his daughter, Shen Yifeng will not look good. The elders on the side also looked at Yang Ming's figure and talked a lot, not knowing what to say, leaving Yang Ming standing there awkwardly.
Seeing that the atmosphere seemed not right, Shen Shuiyue immediately said to Shen Yifeng: "Dad, what are you doing? You asked me to bring Yang Ming back to show you before, but now that I have brought him back, you are so rude. , If I had known it, I wouldn’t have brought it back.”
Shen Yifeng saw that his daughter was angry and quickly coaxed her: "Shuiyue, don't be angry. I just want to see if there is something special about this kid that can win my daughter's favor."
"This is not simple. Our family is martial arts. You have told me since you were a child that you should not find a husband who can't beat you. Now you have a competition with Yang Ming. If he beats you, doesn't it mean that he is qualified to marry me? ." Shen Shuiyue said frankly in front of everyone.
The Shen family's family tradition is like this. They say what they say and don't mince words. That's why Wanjin Auction House's business can last for such a long time and have such a good reputation. Shen Shuiyue also grew up in such an environment, so she will not hesitate. Hiding his affection for Yang Ming.
Shen Shuiyue's suggestion was immediately opposed by everyone. The objection was not about the competition, but about Shen Yifeng's participation in the battle.
Shen Jialong said: "Father, what my little sister said makes sense. None of the men in the Shen family are cowards. However, your body has just recovered and is not suitable for fighting. Let me test for you whether Yang Ming is qualified to be the son-in-law of our Shen family. .”
Shen Shuiyue smiled secretly. She hadn't told Shen Yifeng that Yang Ming was already a black soul demon warrior. They all thought that Yang Ming was still in the purple soul realm, so she simply didn't say anything. When Yang Ming showed his strength, everyone Everyone will be shocked by it.
When Shen Yifeng saw Shen Shuiyue snickering, he felt something was wrong, but he had confidence in his son. Although Shen Jialong's talent was not as good as Shen Shuiyue's, after years of hard training and baptism in the dragon pond, he was now It was the Purple Soul Consummation state, and it was half a step away from breaking through to the Black Soul. In addition, Shen Jialong said just now that "men in the Shen family are not cowards", so even if he knew that Shen Shuiyue was cheating him, he would not stop him.
He said loudly: "I support Shuiyue's proposal, but it's not easy to show off your fists in the meeting hall, so let's go to the competition ground at the back."
After saying that, he got up and headed to the competition ground. Yang Ming was still stunned. How could it turn into a competition?
Shen Shuiyue came over, held his hand and said as he walked: "My family is like this. Everyone loves martial arts. Let's have a fight first. You will gradually get to know the customs of my family in the future. Let's go to the martial arts field first. . ”
Not long after walking out of the meeting hall, Shen Shuiyue stopped. Before Yang Ming could react, he heard her say that in front of Yang Ming was a competition ground a hundred times larger than the meeting hall. It turned out that Shen Shuiyue What Yifeng said about "the back" really meant it literally. This competition ground was separated from the meeting hall by a wall. Yang Ming originally thought it was the building at the back, and judging from the area, it was larger than an ordinary venue. He was very impressed by Shen The martial ethos of the family deepened some understanding.
Shen Shuiyue walked over to Shen Yifeng and sat down. Shen Yifeng asked her: "Shuiyue, tell dad honestly what state this Yang Ming is in. Don't think about hiding it from dad. I just saw you smiling. .”
Shen Shuiyue knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she whispered to him: "Dad, I told you not to stop the competition. I want to make my eldest brother suffer a little, because he was rude to Yang Ming in front of the gate just now."
"You girl, you are still so worried about the world being in chaos. I am also rude to my father. Do you want Yang Ming to teach me a lesson?" Shen Yifeng lightly tapped Shen Shuiyue's forehead and said pretending to be angry.
"Hehe, that's why I asked you to compete with Yang Ming. Who knew that the eldest brother would be so attentive and hug you directly? It's because Yang Ming is here for the first time and he doesn't want to leave a bad impression on you, so he keeps putting up with you. To be honest. , I think even if you play as dad, you may not be able to win." After Shen Shuiyue said that, she stuck out her tongue and made a little face for Shen Yifeng to see.
When Shen Yifeng heard this, he was immediately shocked. His daughter said that even if he played, he might not be able to win. Is this an exaggeration or a fact? He looked at the figures in the competition arena and began to pay attention.
Shen Shuiyue continued in a low voice: "Dad, actually I don't know where Yang Ming's current limit is. He just told me that he had an adventure in the water board block and that he had reached the black soul realm. What is his specific strength? He didn't Tell me."
"Black Soul, Black Soul at such a young age, how old is he now?" Shen Yifeng was shocked. He was also a leader among his generation, otherwise he would not inherit Chenghua Que, but he is like Yang When Ming was so old, he was only in the green soul realm, so Shen Shuiyue reached the green soul realm at the age of fifteen, and her talent was far superior to him, so he decided to directly appoint Shen Shuiyue as the next leader of the palace.
"Yang Ming seems to be one year younger than me." Shen Shuiyue recalled the first time she met Yang Ming, and her love mind was overflowing again. She kept patting Shen Yifeng's arm, leaving him speechless for a while.
"This girl is hopeless, but a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old black soul demon warrior is really a monster. I guess only the two Yin and Yang Sects can compare with him." Shen Yifeng looked at Yang Ming solemnly. , said to himself.
Yang Ming didn't know about the conversation between father and daughter in the audience. He looked at Shen Jialong in front of him at a loss. To be honest, he didn't want to fight because he was afraid of hurting his future brother-in-law and leaving a bad impression.
Shen Jialong thought that Yang Ming was not confident in himself, so he said loudly: "Yang Ming, you're welcome. Let's discuss it. Just let go and attack."
After hearing this, Yang Ming took a deep breath. Now that I'm here, I can't be timid. Since my uncle said I'll go all out, well, I'll let you all see my strength.
"Brother Shen Jialong, you attack first."
"Then I won't be polite. Just wait and see."
Shen Jialong didn't even take out his weapon, just with his bare hands. Just when he finished speaking, the soles of his feet touched the ground, and he appeared directly in front of Yang Ming. Above his fists, rich orange light surged rapidly, and fierce winds , all showing the perfect strength of his purple soul.
When Yang Ming saw this, he didn't use any magic elements and just punched forward. Compared to Shen Jialong's momentum, his fists seemed a bit mediocre.
"Well, the eldest young master's strength seems to have improved a bit. He is already at such a level when he is less than thirty-five years old. He has surpassed many people." The elders saw the momentum of Shen Jialong's punches and started talking to each other. praised.
"This Yang Ming seems to have no magic energy fluctuations. Could it be that he wants to block the young master's fist with only his physical strength? He is too arrogant!" After discovering Yang Ming's actions, an elder mocked in a low voice, but the next moment Slap him in the face.
"boom!"
The two fists, each containing fierce wind, finally collided suddenly in the nervous eyes of everyone. An invisible wave of air spread out, a low sound sounded dullly between the fists, and the strong energy , blowing away all the dust on the nearby ground.
The fists collided. Yang Ming, who everyone expected to be defeated, did not appear. His body was firmly rooted on the ground like a rock. Facing the angry punch of Shen Jialong, who had perfected his purple soul, he He actually took it with only physical fists.
"Deng Deng!"
The two fists were separated as soon as they touched, and a figure stepped back. This figure turned out to be Shen Jialong. He twisted his fists. The punch just now felt like it hit a stone as hard as iron. The huge reaction force made him My fists ached.
"The physical body is good. If I'm not wrong, you must be refining your body. But if you don't use magic, you are looking down on me."
As he finished speaking, Shen Jialong's claws were filled with a rich luster, and the fluctuations of magic energy spread out. From the looks of it, he was going to use more powerful magic skills to fight against the enemy.
Yang Ming looked calm. There was indeed a huge gap between the Purple Soul and the Black Soul. However, facing the full strength of the Perfect Purple Soul, even if he was physically powerful, he would not dare to continue like this.
"Huh..." Yang Ming exhaled slowly, and there was a very faint light flashing on his palms, which was a sign of using magic.
"Are you going to use magic..."
In the audience, Shen Yifeng stared at Yang Ming intently. He wanted to see if this Yang Ming was really as powerful as his daughter said.
"Shattered Gold Claw!"
"Golden Thunder Palm!"
Shen Jialong's eyes became sharp, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, he used the force to rush towards Yang Ming. His five fingertips flashed with orange light, tearing the air, and pointed directly at his chest without any fancy. Catch him.
Facing Shen Jialong's claw wind, Yang Ming not only did not retreat, but directly took a step forward amidst the astonished eyes of many people. He suddenly slapped the palm of his right hand, and actually slapped it towards the sharp claws.
"Qiang Qiang!"
The two attacks collided with each other, making the sound of metal and stone clashing. Shen Jialong's claws could not hurt Yang Ming at all. Instead, thunder and lightning wrapped around Shen Jialong's hands, making him numb for a while.
No advantage was gained!
This was the unanimous thought of everyone watching the battle. They were very familiar with Shen Jialong's strength. Facing Yang Ming, who was only in his teens, he failed to gain the upper hand with both moves. This made them feel incredible. Looking at Yang Ming's appearance, It's obvious that he didn't use his full strength. What level of strength is he?
