Supreme Medicinal God

After Ye Feng hit the first type of surge of the Thai Emperor's fourth type, Mr. Mo Da felt that he was trapped in a vast ocean, and Ye Feng's fist in all directions.

Where does Mr. Mo Da know that Ye Feng's surge has been refined to the seventh wave, and each surge will be superimposed with the previous wave's power, and even the seventh wave, and the accumulated power will be the first wave Ten times.

Mr. Mo Da's face was pale, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. He felt Ye Feng's fist, a wave of rushes, a wave of waves higher than a wave, which made him breathless and almost collapsed.

He had to close his fist and evade, not daring to take Ye Feng's fist.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, Mr. Mo Da is playing wonderfully. The wind and thunder fist is unstoppable, but the fist against Ye Feng escapes like an electric shock, which is incomprehensible.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth outlined a teasing smile, and another punch came, and Mr. Mo Da hurriedly dodge.

Aroused the appeal of the audience.

Outsiders can't feel it. The powerful pressure Mr. Mo Da encountered, he couldn't feel the first style of the four strikes of the Emperor of Thailand, and the row of mountains and sea like stamina.

The surge is not so much a move, it is a way of transportation, a martial art unlike any other.

Stacking the surge to the seventh wave was recently figured out by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng has never forgotten the strange shadows in the cave, the artifacts left by the ancient Demon Race, the kind of fear that even dare not resist the thought, the kind of spiritual crush.

The world looks calm and calm, but in fact the current is turbulent. If it is not the critical moment, the divine personality automatically triggers the fighting intention and hits the fourth type of the four emperors of the emperor. It is feared that the top of the Huashan Mountain has long been dead.

After that day, Ye Feng realized that his strength was still very weak and needed to improve his cultivation.

In case the Taiko Mozu returns to the world, the forces of the ancient martial world alone cannot compete with it. He hopes that day will not come, but if that day does come, he will make all preparations.

He is studying the four strikes of the Emperor of Thailand these days, this ancient archaic prodigy, mysterious mystery, although he has learned the basic moves, there are still many places to be discovered.

He can now train the surge to the seventh level, which has prevented Mr. Mo Da from parrying, but the seventh-level surge is not the limit, and can be practiced to the ninth level, or even more.

He feels that any martial arts is like this kind of surge, there is no limit, it is endless.

Chongxu Dao whispered with Master Chi Kong whispered: "This kid has exquisite swordsmanship and mediocre moves. Why didn't Mr. Mo Da dare to take it?"

"Amitabha, did not feel the subtlety of his boxing skills, but the wind and thunder god boxing is Fang Cunshan's famous boxing method. Why is Mr. Mo Da always evading, is he deliberately letting this kid?"

Jiang Yixue and all the disciples in Yihua Palace have been holding their hearts. Ye Feng has been suppressed by Mr. Mo Da, but like Xiaoqiang who can’t die, he has been struggling with Luo Yanbu in the boxing shadow. Instead, Mr. Mo Da feared, and thus prevailed.

The situation on the field was reversed, and the disciples of Yihua Palace cheered happily together.

"Sovereign cheer."

"Brother Ye, come on. You can win."

This time the ancient Wu Dabi was a training exercise for the disciples of the Yihua Palace, and Ye Feng had gained valuable experience no matter winning or losing.

Ye Feng always wanted to test the power of the multiple surges he had only practiced. Today he finally found a suitable opponent and also discovered that this trick has the biggest disadvantage.

The frequency of multiple surge attacks is a bit slow, from the first to the seventh, it takes a breath to breathe. If the frequency is faster, the instantaneous surge is seven, and Mr. Mo Da may have no chance of evading.

It is not so easy to increase the frequency of attacks. Ye Feng has been thinking about it for a day and has not found a good way, but now playing against Mr. Mo Da, a flash of light flashed through his mind, letting him stunned and thinking of speeding up the surge frequency Methods.

Thanks to Mr. Mo Da, without the help of his fascinating wind and thunder fist, there will be no way to increase the frequency of surge attacks.

Ye Feng changed the angle of punching, strengthened the power of the first surge, and shouted excitedly: "One more surge."

Boom, the faint sound of wind and thunder came from the field, and it was like a storm breaking the shore. Waves of invisible coercion surrounded Mr. Mo Da.

"Nine-fold surge."

Every time a surge is lifted, the power is a geometric multiple increase. When the surge is raised to the ninth level, the power of Ye Feng's surge is already 20 times the first.

Moreover, the attack frequency of the surge was doubled. Mr. Mo Da thought that he could avoid Ye Feng's fist as he did several times before. He did not expect that one of the waves of punching was several times faster than the original one.

He felt that no matter which direction he hid, he couldn't escape. He had to grind his teeth and transported the wind and thunder fist to the limit. The wind and thunder surged, and Ye Feng took a hard fist.

He felt that all directions were full of turbulent energy, like a raindrop, his wind and thunder punches were beaten and shattered as soon as they touched.

The potential is like a storm, impacting his internal defense, especially the most powerful punch, making him feel a terrified fear.

He couldn't close his eyes slowly, and accepted the failure.

I heard a buzz, the internal defense scores fell apart, but did not feel the pain, everything was calm, and even the audience outside the stadium was silent.

He opened his eyes slowly, Ye Feng's fist was only a little away from his chest.

Ye Feng closed his fists and smiled, "Mr. Mo Da, why didn't you fight, did you intentionally let me win?"

Mr. Mo Da smiled bitterly in his heart, but it was not that he didn't fight anymore, but he had no energy to fight anymore.

He knew that it was Ye Feng who finally withdrew his fist and gave himself a little dignity.

Although defeated, Mo Daxin did not have any resentment in his heart, convinced by mouth.

He was even more amazed by Ye Feng's strange boxing technique, which was different from the boxing techniques he had ever seen. The boxing strength could be superimposed one by one, making it unpredictable.

"Brother Ye, you laughed. I am qualified to let you. You are the one who made me right. I am willing to give up. You won this game."

After that, Mr. Mo Da left the field in a stride.

Elder Lu announced that Mr. Fang Cunshan Mo Da failed to challenge, Ye Feng is still the champion.

The cheers of the disciples at the Yihua Palace came out of the court: "We won, Brother Ye won again."

"Brother Ye is still the champion."

"Brother Ye, come on."

Chongxu Daochang and Master Zhikong glanced at each other with complex eyes, surprise, doubt, and worry. They all made a decision. If they challenge Ye Feng later, they must use weapons, and never confront Ye Feng empty-handed.

(End of this chapter)