Genius commoner

Chapter 191 Breakthrough
The sound of flowers blooming?
A simple sentence changed the expressions of Master Kuhua and Monk Huang Yi. Perhaps many people present did not know what it meant, but they both knew that flowers bloomed with a sound, but few people in the world could hear the sound of blooming. It is slightly like a ray of air, silent, and only people in the realm of masters can recognize the listener.

Dead Flower and Bao Qinglong are also considered to be the top powerhouses in the world, anyone can easily destroy a hall, but they have never heard the sound of flowers blooming, so Ye Zixuan's words made them narrow their eyes and carefully examine this new situation. The kid who stood up wanted to capture the changes in him, he looked a little different, but he couldn't tell for a while.

At the VIP seat, Xu Sanshao yelled, holding a cigar: "Old guy, go up, go up and kill him."

Although Ye Zixuan was seriously injured and still on the verge of falling, perhaps withered flowers and Bao Qinglong could kill each other with a single move, but for some reason, Xu Sanshao and Song Sifei couldn't feel at peace until Ye Zixuan turned into a corpse, so seeing When Ye Zixuan stood up again, they were very upset and yelled at Mrs. Kuhua to kill Ye Zixuan.

It's a pity that withered flowers don't bother to make a move, and Bao Qinglong still needs to adjust his breath.

Most of the three gangs were silent, although they also wanted to win, but tonight's victory was somewhat disgraceful. Originally, the three gangs had the upper hand in the confrontation with 150 people. Later, they also joined the masters of the Song family to fight instead, and now they are even two major priests Attacking Ye Zixuan, they were really embarrassed to applaud, it was tantamount to slapping themselves.

Ye Kuangren played with a small knife with his fingers, and the knife fluttered like a butterfly between his fingers. It seemed that he had been immersed in knife skills for many years.

He looked at the three people in the ring with complicated expressions.

"Father, why don't we admit defeat."

Seeing Ye Zixuan fight against the two major priests, Bai Qiuhua panicked slightly: "Zixuan can't beat their teaming up."

She was holding a small white flag in her hand, ready to admit defeat if something went wrong.

Before the Great Buddha could speak, Tang Xueyi, who was adjusting his breath, said coldly: "Wait a minute."

He believed in Ye Zixuan.

Gu Dafo also nodded: "Not in a hurry." He coughed lightly, and a smear of blood flowed out. When he wiped it, his eyes jumped, and he suddenly caught the seat space that did not belong to the two parties. There was a middle-aged man He sat down without attracting attention, looking listless and downcast, but with a special temperament.

The middle-aged man tightly wore his clothes, and his gaze fell peacefully on the ring, with a depth in his eyes that no one could see through.

Jin Ziyan sat two meters away like a follower.

The ancient Buddha squinted his eyes and scanned carefully, with a hint of surprise on his face: "It's him?"

Long Aotian was stunned, followed the gaze of the ancient Buddha, and was also stunned: "Why is he here?"

Just as Gu Dafo and Long Aotian stared at the middle-aged man, Xu Sanshao and others and shouted to attack, Ye Zixuan breathed out a long breath, and a warm current gushed out from his dantian, like a volcanic eruption. It exploded, warming every joint in his body. At this moment, Ye Zixuan was finally sure that he might break through.

He stayed on the last layer of "Yi Jin Jing" and "Washing Sutra" for almost two months. Ye Zixuan is very confident in his own strength, and he does not forget to keep practicing every day, but he is always at the bottleneck Unable to break through, several times of life and death did not work, unexpectedly, this time the monk in yellow helped him.

It is about the life and death of tens of thousands of children, the future of Ye Gong brothers, and his own bleak life. All these put tremendous pressure on Ye Zixuan, and also made his fighting power and will at the peak of his life. With one kick, Ye Zixuan opened the door just in time, and the tiredness on his face and the pain in his body slowly faded away.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

The monk in yellow knew the strength of his kick, so he was very surprised by Ye Zixuan's elegant demeanor at the moment, how could this kid still stand up?The dry flower master took a look at him, and replied in a flat tone: "Didn't you hear what he said just now? The sound of flowers blooming must be because he suddenly had an epiphany, so his will and body have reached a new level."

The monk in yellow snorted heavily: "How is this possible?"

Ye Zixuan ignored their conversation, a kind of extremely quiet spiritual sense was rising from the depths of his mind, stretching far and wide, the world became small and transparent at this moment, and his own It is the center of the sky, every breath I take is the rising and setting sun, and every step I take is thunder and lightning.

With inexplicable joy, Ye Zixuan is immersed in the realm of heaven and earth singing. There is a long way to go in the future, but after all, he is stepping into another new world.

"Boy, pretend to be a ghost?"

The monk in yellow clasped his hands and shouted, "The Lord Buddha sent you to the west."

Just as he was about to yell and rush up to kill Ye Zixuan, he suddenly smelled a dangerous aura. At this moment, the turning light shone on Ye Zixuan's body through the blowing cloth strips of the ring, and the shadow moved with the light, becoming It became more and more slender, like a sword being pulled out of its sheath, slowly forcing everyone's throat.

Ye Zixuan exhaled his last breath, and politely said, "Come."

His tone exudes strong self-confidence, and those deep eyes like a pool, and the power of looking at the world made the monk in yellow unable to speak for a while. At this moment, the monk in yellow suddenly found that there was a gap between himself and Ye Zixuan. Compared with just now, Ye Zixuan is completely reborn, with a kind of majesty like a god.

The monk in yellow shouted in surprise, "How is this possible?"

Ye Zixuan smiled: "Grand Monk, thank you for your fulfillment!"

The monk in yellow didn't understand Ye Zixuan's words at first, but his expression became grim at the next moment: "Have you made a breakthrough?"

Seemingly sensing the danger of Ye Zixuan, without waiting for the latter to make any response, the monk in yellow rushed up with all his internal injuries, and disappeared from the spot in an instant. Wherever the figure passed by, the wind howled, piercing and piercing, and the VIP seat exploded. Seeing this scene, Concubine Song Sifei and the others all sat up slightly with their slender bodies. The speed of this treasured green dragon is really astonishing.

Qing Wushuang and the others also stared wide-eyed, Bao Qinglong obviously tried his best, but in the blink of an eye, the monk in yellow rushed to Ye Zixuan.

With a punch of both fists, the stone was shocked.

"Boy, go to hell."

Facing the imposing yellow-clothed monk, Ye Zixuan's expression was still indifferent, neither happy nor sad, his eyes were as clear as water.

This was an extremely terrifying feeling, which gave the monk in yellow a sense of powerlessness that was completely seen through and seen through by others.

While thinking about it, Ye Zixuan raised his hand and slapped him on the chest. It seemed slow but arrived instantly.

The eyes of the monk in yellow instantly widened. Ye Zixuan's slap looked simple, but it possessed an unspeakable terrifying force. Bao Qinglong's scalp exploded instantly. He would only do this when he was facing extreme danger. With such a reaction, he withdrew his palms without hesitation, and the monk in yellow used defense instead of attack to resist Ye Zixuan's palm with all his strength.

The fists and palms hit hard in mid-air, and the tumbling air wave rolled up the bloody breath that had just subsided, and spread out to the surroundings with the cold wind of the night. The monk in yellow felt as if his body was hit by a high-speed train, and he was not affected. Falling out in a controlled manner, Ye Zixuan withdrew his right fist, and didn't take advantage of the moment when the yellow-clothed monk fell back to chase him.

He just blew his fists and smiled faintly: "Vulnerable."

"Bao Qinglong."

Seeing that his companion was at a disadvantage with a single move, Kuhua Shitai subconsciously took a step forward and reached out to catch the yellow-clothed monk who kept retreating, but unexpectedly, as soon as the arm touched, a force came from the yellow-clothed monk, and the Mrs. Withered Flower also took two steps back, a look of shock finally appeared on her face, Ye Zixuan's breakthrough was too domineering.

The monk in yellow shook his body to absorb the rest of his strength, and then gave a low voice: "Boy, take the move."

As soon as he moved his footsteps, his body jumped up suddenly, and he attacked Ye Zixuan again.

The two sides quickly closed the distance, and the yellow-clothed monk swept out one after another, majestic, and directly attacked Ye Zixuan's chest.

He knew very well that Ye Zixuan had just made a breakthrough, and all his foundations were not stable. If he tried his best at this time, he might have a [-]% chance of winning. After tonight, he would definitely not be an opponent.

Therefore, the monk in yellow had to kill Ye Zixuan even though he was seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)