Super System Plundering the Heaven

boom!

Zhao Yang pushed horizontally with one hand, and the strong palm force broke the air.

The wind pressure of Ling Yan swept away towards Xing Meng.

Faced with a slap of heaven, Xing Meng couldn't help but feel despair.

Is this the strength of the Qipin martial arts?

I can't even stop him with one hand!

Xing Meng looked at Zhao Yang's palm like Taishan's top, and his body was tense in place.

"Xing Meng, remember! It is not the level of the warrior that limits your combat power, but your belief!"

Suddenly, what Ye Yu said to Xing Meng rang again in Xing Meng's mind.

"belief?"

Xing Meng muttered softly in his mouth, his stiff body trembled slightly, his eyes were drooping, his mind was restrained, and he didn't pay attention to Zhao Yang.

"This is Li Wuzhen's nephew? Known as the Eighth Tiger?"

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed with contempt, and he said in a disdainful tone, "Dare to be distracted during the war, I'm afraid it's frightening! Eight pole tigers!"

boom!

In the deafening sound boom, Zhao Yang's palm print was about to be printed on Xing Meng's chest.

"belief···"

Xing Meng slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "I think I understand what Uncle said!"

Roar!

Tiger howling!

A slightly illusive shadow of the tiger and the beast appeared behind Xing Meng and issued a terrifying roar.

"Eight poles collapse!"

Xing Meng's forehead crumbled, blood and blood surged like a tide, and behind him a tiger phantom wrapped in Xing Meng's body and smashed into Zhao Yang's palm.

boom!

The sound of a terrifying explosion.

A dark shadow flew up.

噔 噔 噔 ···

Xing Meng's feet landed, and after taking a few steps back, he finally stopped his figure.

"blocked!"

Xing Meng's eyes radiated an astonishing flash of light, looking at Zhao Yang's stopped figure, a smile filled his face.

"Do martial faith?"

Zhao Yang watched the phantom of the tiger behind Xing Meng gradually dissipate, a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes, "It seems Li Wu really teaches well!"

"Do not!"

Xing Meng shook his head and said solemnly, "This is what Ye Yu taught me. It is not the level but the belief that determines a person's combat power!"

Snapped!

Ye Yu patted Xing Meng's shoulder with satisfaction in his eyes. "Good job! Leave it to me!"

"Zhao Yang, you have been promoted to the Seventh Grade Warrior. If you don't celebrate at home and come to me specifically, it will make me a little flattered!"

Ye Yu looked up and looked at Zhao Yang, a hint of playfulness appeared in the corners of her mouth.

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed coldly, "Did you hurt Gao Qiang?"

"Yes!" Ye Yu asked with interest, "Do you want to avenge him?"

Zhao Yang snorted coldly, "You are very young to be able to defeat Liupin Baodan Wushu, you are very good!"

Ye Yu shrugged and said casually, "You can't praise you, you can only say that Gao Qiang is too weak!"

"Boy!" Zhao Yang's face was gloomy, and he sang loudly, "Don't think that you can hurt Gao Qiang and you will be blind!"

"The world is invincible," Ye Yu said calmly, "but winning you is not a problem!"

"Crazy! I'll let you know how big the gap between Liupin and Qipin!"

boom!

As soon as Zhao Yang's voice fell, he patted Ye Yu with another palm.

Ye Yu's face remained unchanged, raising her palm, stopping Zhao Yang's blow.

"Zhao Yang, if you are just like this, it really disappoints me!"

Ye Yu looked at Zhao Yang, with a disappointed expression in his eyes, "You still take the dragon blood to promote the Seventh Grade Warrior. You ca n’t even move me. You are really the Seventh Grade Warrior?"