Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1169: Slight Trembling

Unexpectedly, he ran very fast, but Ye Fengsheng's voice was even faster. As he took three steps forward, Ye Fengsheng's voice appeared ghost-like in front of him. As his pupils contracted, attempting to unleash his power and evade, Ye Fengsheng's arm trembled slightly. From the "Boundary Altar Scripture," the Martial Monk's might suddenly emerged. When he collided with the chest of the one who heard the internal voice, he didn't wait for the body to emit a dull sound. The lifted knee directly targeted a small impact to his abdomen.

The heavy force convinced people that the scent of rain was chaotic. Now Ye Fengsheng's attack came again. How could he dare to neglect it? He didn't even shake his sleeves. Hastily, he pressed down with both hands. He couldn't easily suppress Ye Fengsheng's knee. Shocked by this immense force, Ye Fengsheng's fist fiercely struck his temple.

Suddenly unable to withstand half the force, the white-clothed youth Shengxue flew out from the top and dragged his body under Ye Fengsheng's fist. He skidded for about five meters before crashing onto a cracked table, making a sound of tattered cloth and friction.

The twelve avatars disappeared without a trace.

Ye Fengsheng loosened his fist, flexed his knuckles, and paused on the ground, looking at the ragged, paralyzed youth

, raising an eyebrow: "A half-step Core Formation dares to boast in front of me?"

After a few breaths, the man jumped down from the fourth floor of the Black Tower, started arguing with others, convinced that rain had collapsed like a dead dog. Such speed was fast enough to be called lightning firestone, surprising all onlookers. Moreover, some young people quickly jumping off the stage could not react to what just happened.

It was merely a twisting move. How could people believe that fierce scent had turned into rain like this?

Atop the Black Tower, even the man with a face like a Han character was long stunned by the sight before him.

Human belief and rain's power are half-step Core Formation, but he barely moved under Ye Fengsheng's hand. Isn't this Ye Hu's domain? How old is he? Could he not possess spirituality?

Raising his voice came effortlessly. Upon hearing people say rain wanted to move his limbs, he staggered up from the ground, spat out a blood-stained black and red mouth, opened his mouth, revealing blood-stained teeth: "Ye's heritage, truly deserving of its reputation."

Light footsteps sounded in people's ears, yet thunderously loud. They watched the young man dressed in Royal robes step by step toward the crowd barely standing. For a while, they hadn't reacted to the situation or didn't believe the next event would happen as described just now.

A foreigner wanting to kill his fellow countrymen in public seemed mysterious. Even if it happened at that moment, they still couldn't believe it was real.

"Could I say my last words?"

Ye Fengsheng's eyes gleamed with turbulent light. Moments later, the elf around his fingertips transformed into sharp arrows. The arrow trembled slightly, showing its vibrating space.

Death God was also content, hearing people believe the rain reached out trembling hands to arrange tattered clothes, placing one hand against his heart, shaking his head.

"Then die."

Ye Fengsheng's words were indifferent. Suddenly his arrow shot out, and his voice fell. Shortly, the arrow hit the forehead of the person believed to have rain.

People believed the rain could be absorbed by closing eyes and taking deep breaths, like a dying person taking a fresh breath before death.

But that was breath. The arrow formed by omens had no reason to stop at the rain three miles ahead. It was as if it encountered a transparent barrier. No matter how the arrow struggled, it couldn't break the barrier.

Seeing this, hearing the disciples of People Academy were stunned, uncontrollably clenching their fists. A hot flame burned in their eyes.

Qi should follow each other, never changing.

Wen Renshi's Zen practice is a skill of self-cultivation. Those in the High Realm can sense the plants, flowers, and birds with massive aureoles within a hundred miles.

This isn't perception! But emotion!

Practice to great success, and you can rely on your mind to blossom the spring over a hundred miles!

This strange scene, previously only seen among the clan elders, now appeared among peers in the same realm. How could we not be excited?

Though people believed rain hadn't achieved great success, as soon as the body calmed and relaxed, with just a millimeter distance between heart and spirit, it was effortless to stop the arrow.

A hint of clarity showed in his eyes, Ye Fengsheng's voice nodded slightly but didn't say much. He began moving toward Wen Renxu. His speed wasn't fast, his hands and feet opened and closed, somewhat resembling a stone-shattering person. Step by step, he arrived in front of Wen Renxin.

People believed the rain would slowly exhale, cultivating a solid foundation, filling the entire body with spirit, and the body wasn't discharged.

Allowing Ye Fengsheng to walk into the wind and rain, ignoring wind and rain. It was as if rooting under his feet. He moved not an inch from the same spot. Ye Fengsheng punched and punched, elbowed and elbowed, constantly hitting the vital points on Wen Xinyu, causing countless Spiritual Energy ripples. Yet, he couldn't break the invisible transparent barrier, truly affecting Wen Xinyu.

On the contrary, he came in barehanded. He could see blood stains seeping from his white fists. On the contrary, such pain made Ye Fengsheng's heart intense. His fists and feet combined, each punch shattering stones. The only shout in the air scared the people below.

Happy to hear people believe the rain was still, using the skills cultivated since childhood to withstand the attack. Ye Fengsheng's voice was enough to break mountains and stones, yet failed to break his 20-year practiced Zen.

Time wasn't long; the domain of both was utterly destroyed.

Hearing people believe rain's power couldn't be defeated, even shrinking obstacles couldn't be produced, letting Ye Fengsheng do what he wanted, he'd never move.

Ye Fengsheng's attack gradually slowed. His fists and feet weren't as powerful as before. When he heard the rain was considered an opportunity, his eyes turned, his heart weakened. However, he didn't think Ye Fengsheng's fist would just fall. Visible fist marks like waves piled on the obstacle before him.

"Boast!"

As if lightning struck, people believed rain's mouth spouted blood, kneeled on one leg, while the Spiritual Energy-maintained face turned paper white.

Breathe disorderly. The spirit once present on the chest disappeared after this punch, countless complete barriers printed by fists all over the body became priceless at this moment.

Ye Fengsheng stood with fists clenched. At a glance, he spewed out four words:

"Not very useful."

Believed, there's a red light on the amplifier.

Numbed loss of consciousness. Only body muscles conditionally twitching upon hearing people believe the rain rushed away, after all, it's for you Fengsheng to leave the stage and return to the base of the Black Tower, waiting a long time under the trunk.

Yu Wei was still there.

If these people's eyes looked at you Fengsheng, to see them with ability and collusion deceiving his family, they all knew this person, what kind of powerhouse in Royal robes, when he crossed thousands of miles, arrived at Pei's heritage.

Said it's half true, but Ye Fengsheng just showed strength, indeed qualified to stand on the Heavenly Ladder with the family heritage. Whether he truly killed Yuan Ying's right-hand man Pei Qi remains unknown.

However, this doesn't matter. As long as he possesses the strength he doesn't have now and needs respectful recognition, he can receive the respect he deserves. Even if disagreeing with his face, no one dares look at Ye Fengsheng with disgust and hatred.