The most powerful emperor in the city

Chapter 111 Really Weak
However, when hearing President Luoye's shout, Lin Yu gave him a reassuring look.

After that, the young man stood upright, his face calm, and the soul fire between his brows began to work at this moment, ready to fight.

"I invite the five ghosts and five monsters, Asura Yaksha, to gather evil spirits and destroy demons, and return to the Yuan!"

After Zhang Lang finished reading the incantation, he quickly pasted the talisman paper on his right arm.

In an instant, he became ferocious. The soul fire on his right arm fluctuated, and with a fierce violence, he went straight to Lin Yu, which made people feel suffocated.

"Suffer to death!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Lang swung his fist and rushed towards Lin Yu in a menacing manner, like a ghost rushing out of the cage, trying to blast the target into pieces.

This punch was Zhang Lang's vent of anger. He used all his strength almost as soon as he came up, and he didn't intend to let Lin Yu live at all.

"My God, this... is this the strength of the Zhang family? It's terrible!"

Longying's eyes narrowed, even though he was hiding in the distance, his whole body was trembling with fear.

"It's over, Xiaoyu is really over this time, why didn't he listen to me, run away early, and go to Miss Luo, at least he can save his life!"

President Fallen Leaf's eyes showed despair, he really wanted to come up to help, but now he doesn't even have a soul fire, he simply has more energy than heart, and he can't help if he wants to.

"Thirty-nine soul powers, this punch... is very strong. If it were me before, I would probably have to choose to dodge it, but now, I can do it with one hand."

Lin Yu's expression remained unchanged. He really couldn't take this punch before his soul concentrating technique reached the perfect level.

However, unfortunately, his soul concentrating technique just reached perfection yesterday, so even if Zhang Lang's punch reached 49 soul powers, Lin Yu could still follow it.

Because the soul fires of the two are not at the same level, Zhang Lang's soul fires are all ordinary soul fires, while Lin Yu has ice soul fires, wood soul fires and ghost fires.

Converted into power, it has already exceeded 49 soul powers.

Under the same strength, it depends on whose soul fire is better.

Obviously Zhang Lang is not as good as Lin Yu.

"Let me break your evil gathering spell with one punch!"

With a soft drink, Lin Yu made a move, and his right fist blasted out at an incredible speed. The sound of soul power breaking through the air was melodious, as if it came from outside the sky.

Bang!
The two fists collided, and there was a roar in the spirit energy hall.

"What a powerful punch!"

Longying hid at the door of the inner room and watched, thinking that Lin Yu was going to die, but when he saw the scene of the pair of fists, his heart shook and his palms broke out in cold sweat.

"impossible!"

Even President Fallen Leaf's eyes widened, subconsciously shouting these three words.

Gathering evil talisman, President Fallen Leaf was very familiar with this talisman when he was still very prosperous.

It can increase the strength of the soul power of the performer in a short period of time, and the effect has almost reached the perfect state of low-grade spirit art, which is very terrifying.

However, such a powerful spell has a disadvantage, that is, after using it, the caster will have serious sequelae, and will not be able to use the soul fire again for several days.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of spell is used by spiritual masters to deal with evil spirits. When they are desperate, they use this spell to fight back.

Zhang Lang used such a terrible spell as soon as he came up, obviously with the idea of ​​killing with one blow.

As a result, this blow did not kill the opponent in seconds, but was caught by Lin Yu.

At this time, the deciduous president seemed to be dreaming.

"It turns out that Xiaoyu is such a powerful young man. I... I have been kept in the dark by him."

Taking a deep breath, President Luoye no longer worried about Lin Yu's safety, but began to feel sorry for Zhang Lang, thinking that Zhang Lang would be beaten badly by Lin Yu today.

"hateful!"

Zhang Lang couldn't kill Lin Yu with one punch, and Zhang Lang became even more angry. He forcibly stabilized his figure and prevented himself from retreating. He swung his right arm with the spell paper on it again.

This time, he even used the Zhang family's low-grade spiritual skills. It seemed that he would not give up until he killed Lin Yu.

"43 soul powers?"

Lin Yu looked at Zhang Lang in surprise, and said to himself, no wonder Luo Ling told him to be careful about Zhang Lang, but he really has some strength.

"Try another punch from me, I want to see how long you can last!"

Waving his fist with 43 soul powers, Zhang Lang's aura became stronger, the mixture of evil energy and spiritual power made a sharp sound like glass rubbing, which was very ear-piercing.

"idiot……"

Lin Yu looked as usual, and cursed in a low voice.

It's just 43 soul powers, not more than fifty, and it's destined to be killed by himself.

After all, the Linghuang Pagoda in his body is not there to look good.

"This is the Zhang family's demon-killing spirit technique, and Zhang Lang has actually cultivated it to the level of great success!"

Guild Leader Luo Ye took a look at it and recognized that it was the Zhang family's low-grade spiritual art, but he didn't expect that Zhang Lang would cultivate it to the level of Dacheng at such a young age, which is really terrifying.

"Xiaoyu, can you take it? The Gathering Charm and Dacheng's low-grade spirit art, this is not a joke, you must not have any accidents!"

President Fallen Leaf's tense clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and he felt like he was several decades old.

"It's really weak..."

Lin Yu shook his head in disappointment, and after a long time, Zhang Lang's limit was only at the level of 43 soul powers, which couldn't even bear his punch.

"Soul Concentration."

Lin Yu didn't dodge, and directly cast the soul concentrating technique. Suddenly, his spiritual pressure skyrocketed, and 49 soul powers were fully displayed, which made the air in the whole spiritual energy hall start to surge.

"impossible!"

This scene stunned Zhang Lang for a moment, his eyes opened wide and his mouth opened wide.

The power formed by the 49 soul fires, just relying on spiritual pressure, made it impossible for him to punch half a point further.

It stands to reason that they are both at the fourth level of the soul refining stage, even if there is a gap in strength, they will not be suppressed by the spiritual pressure of the same level.

The only thing that can be explained now is that the opponent's soul fire is a five-element soul fire, not an ordinary soul fire!
"I don't believe it. How could a boy who relies on a woman be a genius of the Five Elements? I wouldn't believe it even if I was killed!"

Zhang Lang yelled frantically.

Different from Zhang Lang's shock, at the door of the bedroom, President Luo Ye seemed to be petrified, and he roared in his heart: "Consummation Realm... This is the low-grade spiritual art of Consummation Realm!"

All spiritual masters who can cultivate to the perfection state are all geniuses with strong comprehension power. Such geniuses are even rarer than five-element geniuses!
It's no wonder President Fallen Leaf lost his composure.

"What's the matter? Can't this punch come down? Well, if you don't punch, I will."

Lin Yu said softly, and then raised his right fist, like a bow and arrow ready to go, flashing a terrible killing intent, ready to blast at Zhang Lang at any time.

Zhang Lang couldn't help shivering, and finally woke up from the shock.

His complexion changed drastically, fear flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously blurted out: "You dare to bombard me? I am the young master of the Zhang family. If you hurt me, you will only die..."

(End of this chapter)