Especially Hou Yifei, he knew that Yang Yao did not have a sea of spiritual power and could not practice spiritual skills. Now I saw spiritual energy fluctuations appearing on Yang Yao's fist. I was very excited.
Hou Yifei asked: "What was that green light on my brother's fist just now?"
Zhang Zhimeng and Zhang Yuee stood beside Hou Yifei.
Zhang Yue'e said: "It looks like the spiritual power of the wood system. Yang Yao has spiritual power in his body." At this point, Zhang Yue'e's heart was filled with joy, and her tone was full of joy.
Hou Yifei said: "Ah, doesn't eldest brother have no spiritual power? How come he can suddenly release spiritual power out of the body?"
Zhang Yue'e said: "Who knows this? He doesn't even know his physique. How can you know it? This is called a late bloomer, fat man. The pressure on you is getting bigger and bigger. The gap is getting bigger and bigger."
Hou Yifei pinched his nose and said: "Zhang Yue'e, isn't it the same for you? At the beginning, you were first in combat power, but now the eldest brother is the first. You have also been surpassed. Don't just laugh at me."
Zhang Yue'e smiled and said: "Humph, I don't care, as long as I'm better than you anyway."
Hou Yifei was speechless for a while and said: "Zhang Yue'e, please be polite, you always hit me."
Zhang Yue'e said: "No, Fatty, I am treating you well and training your ability to resist being hit."
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Brother has become stronger again, and the pressure is so great. Ahhhhh, why am I making such slow progress?"
Zhang Yue'e said: "Don't be anxious, Xiao Meng, just practice hard. There's no need to rush. Don't just focus on cultivating your spear intention. You must know that your own cultivation is the source of all combat power. You must first improve your cultivation." That’s all.”
Zhang Zhimeng said: "I know, but there are not that many pills to take. In this prison, it is difficult to get pills, and the spiritual power in the air is not enough, and the acupuncture points awaken too slowly."
Zhang Yue'e said: "If we want to improve our cultivation quickly, we need to be able to swallow demon pills directly like Yang Yao. We must learn a detoxifying spiritual skill, so that we can directly swallow demon pills."
Hou Yifei said: "Different demon pills have different poisons. How can one detoxification skill be enough? What if the detoxification is wrong?"
Zhang Yue'e smiled and said: "The wood spiritual skills that I mainly practice can also be developed into medicine refining, and sooner or later all the poisons will be detoxified. You two are in some trouble. I don't know if the Ice Horse Sect has a corresponding solution. But I think there should be some, such as fire spiritual skills, which can theoretically burn out all poisons. It’s just that you don’t know how to do it yet.”
Zhang Zhimeng said: "I plan to practice gold spiritual skills. Does this spiritual skill have the function of detoxifying?"
Zhang Yue'e said: "There must be one. There is no unparalleled path in the world. Let alone the metal spiritual skills, all other spiritual skills should have the function of detoxification. It just depends on whether everyone has found this way. After all, all things are unified. , all things originated from Pangu.”
Zhang Zhimeng felt slightly comforted and said, "That's good."
The leading commentator above the grass continued: "Although the prisoner is strange, our King of Hundred Battles, Overlord, is not a vegetarian. His fist light, look, his fist light..."
The colorful lights above the grass focused on Overlord Hu Fei's fist, and moved their focus position with his fist.
Hu Fei forgot his hatred for Yang Yao for a moment. When the commentator praised Yang Yao, Hu Fei was filled with indignation and was about to explode. But as soon as the lights focused on him, he immediately let his anger dissipate and put on his clothes. smiley face.
Hu Fei raised his bright fist and showed it off to everyone on the playground. The bright light, even under the colorful lights, still looked extremely bright.
Among the prisoners who were watching, when Hu Fei looked at him, many of them were excited and cheered.
"Overlord, overlord, overlord."
"Bleeding, bleeding"
"Crush him"
"If you're a man, just hold on for one hour."
. . .
The top commentator said from above: "Look, King Baaah has raised his iron fist, and his fist intention has reached a terrifying level four. This is unique among the monks who have been training in the foundation building stage. It is unparalleled in the world. Among him, With just one punch of iron fist, can the new young prisoner survive one round?"
Another commentator followed: "Although Overlord's fist intention has reached the fourth level, the prisoner's reputation is not in vain. Did everyone see the fluctuation of spiritual power in the prisoner's fist just now..."
The green light glowing from Yang Yao's fist suddenly appeared in the sky.
Yang Yao's eyes were shocked when he saw this scene in the air. He had already put away his spiritual power, and the time when his fist glowed was only a few seconds. Such a short time was actually recorded by the commentators using magic tools, and Launched into the air.
What kind of magical weapon can achieve such a terrible recording effect, and what kind of terrible magical weapon can achieve the effect of projecting images in the air.
The world is full of wonders.
Yang Yao secretly lamented in his heart that he knew too little. He was like a country bumpkin entering the Grand View Garden, ignorant and pretentious.
The commentator continued: "The prisoner quickly put away the spiritual power fluctuations in his fists. It seems that his strength is not simply martial arts, but also hides terrifying spiritual skills. The prisoner intends to use spiritual skills to give the Overlord Is it a surprise? It seems that this will be a battle full of strength and wisdom. Who can be the strongest and who can be the winner of this battle is full of suspense."
Yang Yao whispered: "You're scolding me. I'm not familiar with my spiritual skills, so I didn't reveal them, so I asked you to step on the horse and call it a hidden ultimate move. You're such a grandma, you can talk nonsense."
Wang Baochui's words suddenly reached Yang Yao's ears. Wang Baochui said: "Boy, it turns out you have a hidden spiritual skill. Is it a wood-type spiritual skill? Is it a healing type, or is it poison? I'm afraid it's poison. I'm afraid. I don't mean to cause trouble for you. I have nothing to do with you hiding your spiritual skills. You have to buy time later and don't let the fight end so quickly, you know? If it takes more than half an hour, I will give you five hundred thousand spiritual stones. Remember half an hour Above, if it ends early, no matter whether you win or lose, you will have no money. The sound transmission technique I use can only be heard by you, so don’t watch."
Yang Yao glanced at Wang Baochui, saw him looking at her, and knew that these words were indeed spoken by the other party, and said secretly: "It turns out that it is a sound transmission technique, and this kind of spiritual skill. I didn't know about it before. I didn't know this What kind of spiritual skill is it? Is it a voice skill? The world of spiritual skills is really complex, covering almost all aspects of life."
The commentator focused all the lights on Yang Yao and said: "Prisoner, are you willing to show everyone your mysterious green spiritual power fluctuations again, so that everyone can open their eyes in advance."
As soon as the commentator finished speaking, a virtual microphone appeared next to Yang Yao's mouth.
Yang Yao thought for a moment and realized that even if he hid it, it would be useless. He might as well show it to everyone generously and said, "Of course." After saying this, his two fists were filled with yellow-green spiritual power and emitted a strange light. .
Yang Yao raised his fist above his head and showed it to the prisoners around him.
