Those who are familiar with Ip Mantian know that Ip Mantian's blood and qi power is just over one million catties, and this kind of blood and qi power is quite rare, but it is impossible to defeat Zhao Ziren.

As for people who are not familiar with Ip Mantian, many people think that Ip Mantian is crazy, and Zhao Ziren, who is at the peak of the Spirit Emperor, has the Turtle Martial Spirit, and is known for his strength, isn't this looking for his own death?

"Could it be that Brother Ye has improved again?" Long Yuming whispered.

"Don't forget the divine blood he gave us!" Xiang Shaowu said in a low voice.

"However, how long has it been, no matter how much progress can be, it will take me at least half a month to absorb a bottle of holy blood, what about you?" Li Changtian said.

The "......" people looked at each other and could only be silent.

In the field, Zhao Zicheng was waiting for him, looking like he was going all out, on the other hand, Ye Wentian didn't seem to care if he stood at will.

In contrast, Zhao Zicheng blushed for a while, feeling a sense of self-embarrassment, and at the same time, the anger in his heart was even stronger, vowing to destroy Ye Wentian with one punch, completely cutting off his refining path, knocking him down into the abyss and trampling him fiercely.

"Boy, you will pay the price!" Zhao Zicheng no longer hesitated, his whole body flashed with black light, and he did not use the martial spirit possession, but a layer of pincer phantom appeared outside the iron fist, and a punch went straight into the palace, hitting Ye Wentian's chest, where the fist passed, the air was instantly displaced, making a crisp sound.

This punch did not break through the speed of sound, but it already had the power of wind and thunder!

Most of the people in the audience immediately changed their faces, and the power contained in this punch had already exceeded four million catties! An ordinary Spirit Emperor with weak defensive power, if he was directly hit by this punch, he would probably be directly bombarded into a meat pie!

Everyone subconsciously looked at Ip Mantian to see how Ip Mantian responded, and those spoilers wanted to appreciate Ip Mantian's frightened expression.

It's a pity that they were disappointed, Ye Wentian was not frightened, but there was a trace of disdain in his eyes, his blood and qi rushed and let out a snake hissing sound, and he casually punched towards Zhao Zicheng's iron fist.

One small and one large, two disproportionate fists collided in the air.

With a bang, a strong sonic boom spread from the place of collision, and many people couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic state of Ye Mantian's broken bones and tendons.

However, the scream after the collision didn't sound like the voice of a young man, let alone the magnetism in Ip Mantian's voice.

"Ah......h

"This can't be!" exclaimed one of the spoilers, his eyes wider than a bull's eye, and his face full of horror.

Immediately after, exclamations resounded throughout the Brilliant Great Temple, and those who closed their eyes hurriedly opened them and immediately saw an unexpected scene.

Standing in the middle of the arena was Ye Wentian, still maintaining a punching posture, and his feet didn't seem to move.

But Zhao Zicheng is gone, where is Zhao Zicheng? People who missed the wonderful scene can't help but start looking around.

"In that ......" A well-wisher stretched out his hand to point, and they hurriedly looked out, and sure enough, when they saw Zhao Zicheng, they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

It turned out that Zhao Zicheng had already flown upside down, and he was still flying!

The original disproportionate punch was shocked, but it turned out to be Zhao Zicheng was seconded.

"I've flown so far, I'm going to fall off the edge of the main peak, right?"

"It's okay, the Spirit Emperor can fly, and he can't die. ”

"But look at the blood flying in the air, can he still fly?"

"Well, I don't know about this!"

"What are you two discussing? The point is not whether this is good or not, just now Zhao Zicheng's punch had a force of at least four million catties, but he was blown upside down and flew out, don't you think it's strange?"

"Yes, it's definitely more than four million catties, I can't even withstand this kind of power, and it's too strange to lose!"

"Ye Wentian seems to have just thrown a random punch, and he shouldn't have used all his strength. ”

"This hasn't used all his strength, how strong is he? I'm cowardly, don't you scare me, okay?"

For a while, there was an uproar again, but this time it was not a criticism of Ye Wentian, but exclamation, surprise, and horror.

Not to mention them, even the thirty supremes of the alliance were frightened, and they all opened their mouths and their faces were stunned.

Xiang Shaowu grinned and said, "This, is this punch a second kill?"

"It's definitely a second kill, four million catties in seconds, has Brother Ye eaten a god-level big tonic pill?"

"It's over, we're being left behind again. Li Changtian had a bitter face.

In the middle of the field, Ye Wentian glanced out and said hesitantly: "Let him fly for a while, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back for a while." ”

After speaking, Ye Wentian was just about to turn around, but another person came out of the crowd and stood in Zhao Zicheng's position just now.

"Stop!" the man shouted.

Ye Mantian paused, turned around and looked at the man, who was eight feet tall and extremely majestic, with three strands of black beard under his chin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and extremely thick arms, which looked full of explosive power.

"Qianjun Sect Director Wan Chong?" Ye Wentian recognized it at a glance, this person was Ren Qianzhong's father, the contemporary Qianjun Sect Master, Martial Spirit Qianjun Ant, ninety-level supreme, and his huge strength far surpassed Zhao Zicheng.

In fact, in terms of strength alone, Qianjun Ants are far superior to Aogui, and even the four martial spirits of Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu are far inferior to Qianjun Ants in terms of strength.

Qianjun Sect is a super-first-class sect, without a holy blood forging body, it is impossible to cultivate blood and qi power, but their huge strength, but even the Qinglong royal family can not be compared, legend has it that the founding ancestor of Qianjun Sect once tore an adult black dragon alive, and since then he has made a feud with Black Dragon City.

Tearing the black dragon alive, how powerful this power is, there is no need to say more.

Ye Wentian still remembers that when the rookie list was in the competition, Ren Qianzhong was only more than 60 levels, and the huge power that erupted was as high as 800,000 catties, almost approaching the peak of the power of the horned python. This Wanzhong, as the sect master of the Qianjun Sect, a ninety-level supreme, how strong is the huge power that can burst out?

"That's right, it's despicable. Ren Wanzhong said.

"What, do you want to help Zhao Ziren get back on the field?" Ye Wentian asked in a cold voice, he knew very well that the Qianjun Sect was one of the subordinate sects of the Chaos Sect, and he was the enemy of the Five Sects, and it was natural for the Qianjun Sect to be hostile to him.

Ren Qianzhong said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if you get back to the field, I just don't accept you as the leader of the alliance." Since you can fly Zhao Zicheng with one punch, then you can try to see if you can beat me with one punch, if you can't do it, then get out obediently, do you dare?"

Ye Wentian looked Ren Wanzhong up and down a few times, but he didn't expect that the words "do you dare" would be used on himself in the end, and turned around and stood back in his original position: "Since you are bent on defeat, then I will fulfill you!"

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