Starting from the Wilderness, I worked hard to get a Heavenly Saint

“Qi Du, since the Five Crazy Immortals want to see the strength of our Ye family’s younger generation, then don’t let the distinguished guest slack off.”

"Yes." Patriarch Ye said hurriedly.

Then he looked towards the Five Crazy Immortals.

The Five Crazy Immortal smiled and looked at Ji Zheng beside him, "Disciple, go ahead."

"Yeah." Ji Zheng nodded and walked out amid the mixed gazes of everyone.

Slowly landing on the topmost arena of the gladiatorial arena, he stood upright, looking indifferently at the many Taoist Yuanshens, waiting calmly.

Just this profound and majestic temperament made Ye Qianzhong's face darken. A good temperament means confidence and broad knowledge.

But when he thought about the strength of the three little guys in his family, his expression looked a little better.

He admitted that the disciples of the Black and White Academy were all very strong and were geniuses in the same realm, but this battle was not a competition among people in the same realm.

But it’s a crushing victory from a higher realm!

He looked at Patriarch Ye, who nodded hurriedly and sent a message to the other three people in the arena.

"Qingya, you fight Ji Zheng from the Black and White Academy first. Remember, don't expect to win, but try to find out what cards the other party has."

Patriarch Ye knew very well that Ye Qingya had just reached the Perfection of Purple Mansion and could not possibly be a match for Ji Zheng who was at the same level, but in the eyes of others, that was not the case.

As long as Ye Qingya can fight for a few moves and force Ji Zheng to reveal some of his cards, then the one who will be shocked will only be the genius of their Ye family, not Ji Zheng.

It is only natural for the disciples of the Black and White Academy to win, but it is inappropriate to be forced to reveal their trump cards.

Ye Qingya pursed her lips and nodded softly.

There was a hint of unwillingness in her beautiful eyes. She was standing in the arena facing Ji Zheng's black-armored young man. They were both at the same level of cultivation, so why was she bound to be the loser?

Whoosh!

The wind blew across Ye Qingya's moon-white robe. Her beautiful eyes looked closely at Ji Zheng's figure. She raised her jade hand, and nine icy swords floated in the air, pointing fiercely at Ji Zheng.

“Ye family, Ye Qingya!”

The crisp sound of her biting her lips echoed in the arena.

But Ji Zheng just glanced at her indifferently, his expression indifferent.

Ye Qingya gritted her teeth, her pretty face showing anger.

"Ice Mysterious Sky Scale Dragon!"

She urged her spiritual power vigorously, and the nine icy swords instantly combined together and transformed into an ice-blue sky-scaled dragon dozens of feet long. It circled high in the air and killed Ji Zheng fiercely!

boom!

The cold killing force made a crackling sound, covering the Ice-Blue Sky Scaled Dragon with a layer of frost along the way. Some Yuanshen Taoists couldn't help but nodded.

Just this one move "Ice Mysterious Sky Scale Dragon" has reached the level of the true meaning of Tao, and the Purple Mansion realm has divine consciousness. He is a genius. An ordinary early stage Wanxiang Zhenren will face this attack.

You have to try your best to avoid it to survive.

I don’t know how many moves Ji Zheng will make.

But in the arena, Ye Qingya, who was trying her best to urge the Sky Scale Dragon to kill Ji Zheng, suddenly saw a finger stretched out in her sight.

Immediately.

Finger presses.

boom!

A figure suddenly flew out from the ice and frost, his pretty face pale and bleeding, and he slammed heavily into the shield of the arena formation.

He hung there for a long time before slowly falling unconscious.

Ji Zheng retracted his finger, looked towards the golden auditorium, and said calmly:

"next."

Chapter 82 I will win this battle (Please subscribe!)

Ye Qianzhong looked grimly as he looked towards Patriarch Ye.

He didn't expect Ye Qingya to be able to block a few of Ji Zheng's moves, but she couldn't stop him with just one finger. As the clan leader, have you not paid much attention to the training of your younger generations recently?

Patriarch Ye wiped the sweat off his face and quickly sent a message to the second man, "Ye Zhong, you go ahead. Remember not to be like Qing Ya, who couldn't even hold up a finger."

Ye Chong was a tall and sturdy young man. He nodded steadily, then walked onto the arena to face Ji Zheng.

"Ye Clan, the early stage of God and Demon Body Refining, Ye Chong."

Ye Zhong looked at Ji Zheng in a deep voice.

But Ji Zheng still just looked at him calmly without responding.

Ye Zhong was not angry. Being ignored by the weak was certainly irritating, but what if the person he was facing was an unparalleled genius?

Then whatever the other party does is right.

All he had to do was to force Ji Zheng to reveal his true identity for the last person in the clan.

"The law of heaven is like the earth."

He spoke in a deep voice, and his body slowly grew larger, reaching a height of three feet. Standing in the arena, he could only look down at Ji Zheng.

Not only that, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist again, and the golden light turned into a boxing glove, merging into his whole body, like a furious King Kong, slowly raising his fist in the arena.

call!

Ye Zhong was standing in horse stance and punching, his eyes fixed on Ji Zheng. The golden light on his body kept gathering strength and growing bigger, and the arena made of black rocks was vibrating.

Some gravel floated up, and many Taoists became serious when they saw this scene.

The head of the Ye clan reported to Ye Qianzhong, "Ancestor, the divine and demonic body that Ye Zhong is practicing is one of the top five great diamond bodies in our clan. The early stage of Wanxiang is comparable to the ordinary middle stage of Wanxiang."

"He also has a set of top-grade golden boxing gloves that can defend and attack. Most importantly, he can continuously accumulate momentum and deliver the strongest attack."

“In theory,” Patriarch Ye paused and said, “Even those in the late Wanxiang period dare not face it directly.”

In fact, ordinary Wanxiang may be killed if encountered in the later stage.

However, he did not dare to make any promises in front of the disciples of the Black and White Academy, and could only try to speak in a safe way.

Ye Qianzhong did not comment. He just looked at Ye Zhong who was gathering his strength to the extreme in the arena.

Ye Zhong felt that he had accumulated strength to the extreme. His fist was as bright as the blazing golden sun, and the power was so overwhelming that he wanted to release it immediately.

Therefore, he stopped gathering his strength and looked towards Ji Zheng, saying in a deep voice:

"Ji Zheng, be careful."

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Zhong's golden fist instantly crossed a distance of a hundred feet and smashed down on Ji Zheng's head!

The fist as big as a carriage made the pupils of some of the Qi-cultivating Wanxiang Zhenren shrink sharply. They felt their scalps tingling. They thought they were under the divine and devilish fist of Ye Chong.

It can't be stopped at all.

Being approached.

Just die!

How can Ji Zheng stop this?

Use a gun?

They all know that Ji Zheng’s most powerful weapon is the gun. Even if they don’t know, there will be people around who know the information and can share it with them.

So at this moment, most people were waiting for Ji Zheng's gun.

Even the head of the Ye clan was the same. He was already calculating how much of Ji Zheng's spear skills Ye Zhong could bring out.

But in the eyes of both sides in the battle.

Ye Zhong had no other thoughts at this moment. There was only one thing in his eyes at this moment.

The fist suddenly enlarged!

At the moment when Ye Zhong’s golden fist hit him on the head.

Ji Zheng finally moved. He took a step back, and under the spiritual gaze of many Yuanshen Taoists, he suddenly took a step forward, tightened his waist, stepped forward, and his body rose up like a giant, slamming forward fiercely!

And punch!

boom!

The two fists collided, and the violent air exploded at this moment. Countless black rock fragments on the arena were instantly expelled and swept onto the formation shield.

The dozen or so Wanxiang Zhenren who were responsible for maintaining the defense of the arena formation changed their expressions slightly, and hurriedly increased their output of energy to maintain the stability of the shield.

The pupils of Patriarch Ye and others' eyes shrank as well. They looked at each other, shook their heads slightly, and sighed.

"The Black and White Academy is worthy of its reputation."

They did not continue to watch the outcome of the fight.

As for the two people in the arena, Ji Zheng slowly retracted his fist, and his body expanded to the height of two stories standing on the black rock floor.

Ji Zheng turned his head and looked at the golden auditorium, and said calmly:

"Let's move on to the next one."

What next?

Before the people in the ordinary audience seats could come to their senses, the little giant standing in the golden light just opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes dimmed.

The body exploded from the head down with a crackling sound.

Only a head was left, falling to the ground, its soulless instincts restoring its flesh and blood.

The power of Ji Zheng's punch just now blew up all the remaining flesh and blood from his head.

He even had a feeling that the opponent's fist was stronger than his early stage divine and demonic body.

His earth-grade, top-grade golden boxing gloves were good, but Ji Zheng's divine power also exploded in an instant, destroying all his accumulated strength with overwhelming force.

It can't be stopped at all.

What kind of supernatural power is this?

So strong.