Chapter 9: Fight

A breeze blew, blew lightly around the two of them. However, at this moment, the breeze seemed to have suddenly solidified and disappeared here.

When Yu Jinglei said this, He Yiming just hesitated for a moment and immediately dispersed all his true energy.

When facing the unfathomable old man in front of him, he also had the idea of ​​trying it out.

Only by constantly challenging stronger masters in martial arts practice can we continue to make progress. Even if Yu Jinglei never mentioned this, He Yiming would seek opportunities and ask this person to give some advice. Now, since he has spoken, He Yiming naturally wants it.

As the true energy continued to gather, He Yiming's body began to shake extremely slightly. Every slight tremor seemed to have some magical impact on the surrounding environment.

The power of the water system ripple Technique spread little by little, and it had even gradually affected Yu Jinglei's body.

In the eyes of the Supreme Elder of the Hengshan lineage, although He Yiming was still standing there, he had become an illusory shadow. As for him, he had turned into a cloud of clouds, a storm, and became illusory.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Jinglei's eyes again. After seeing the storm and mist that He Yiming had at this moment, he finally confirmed something, that is, He Yiming does have outstanding strength that is enough to match any of the three elders of this sect.

At his age, he was able to cultivate to this level. So what level will he grow to with the full support of the sect?

When he thought of this, Yu Jinglei's eyes became more and more eager.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and He Yiming had disappeared, and then his eyes were covered by a cloud of mist.

Yu Jinglei calmly stretched out a hand on his face and gently patted him in a certain direction.

It was like this casual beat, as if it had not even used any strength. However, after taking it out, the clouds in front of me suddenly disappeared, like the red sun rising from the horizon, driving away all of these clouds.

He Yiming's body flew out of the clouds like a ghost. The moment his figure appeared, the clouds also dissipated.

In He Yiming's eyes, there was a sense of excitement and a strong desire to try.

Although he had used the wind, rain, cloud and fog technique to defeat Cheng Fu, he knew that the old man in front of him was definitely not comparable to Cheng Fu. However, the opponent's strength was beyond his imagination. He could see his own position at a glance from a scene of innate clouds and fog. Moreover, the palm that seemed to be a random attack actually had such a powerful and incredible power. He knocked him away so easily, and the countless changes connected could not be continued to be displayed.

Only then did he realize that the powerful strength of the old man in front of him was far greater than all the innate powerhouses he had encountered before.

Compared with this person, neither Cheng Fu, Shui Xuanjin, nor Yao Dao Ren seem so weak.

At least, above the power it has, it is like the difference between an adult and a child. No matter how hard the child exerts, it cannot cause any harm to an adult.

However, He Yiming was not surprised but happy. In terms of martial arts practice, only such a powerful opponent can allow him to continuously achieve breakthroughs and even reach the highest peak of martial arts.

His body was as lightning as lightning. After retreating, He Yiming stomped his feet heavily. The moment his feet came into contact with the earth, the entire medicine garden seemed to tremble.

Although the people who were caring for herbs in the medicine garden could not sense what was happening here, they were stunned in their hearts, as if they had sensed something, and looked in this direction.

After all, those who can take care of the herbs in the garden here are all elites in the Lingyao Peak. Even if they are not included in the innate powerhouse, they have seen the so-called innate masters many times, so they naturally have a vague awareness.

He Yiming's figure jumped up with the force, but he did not continue to attack Yu Jinglei, but ran towards the distance like lightning. At the same time, a subtle voice that reached the extreme came: "Let's go down the mountain and fight again."

Yu Jinglei smiled silently and had already chased after him as his body floated.

He Yiming's body turned a few times and had arrived in a courtyard. He only stayed for a second before reappearing. The only difference was that there was a rectangular package on his back.

Yu Jinglei glanced at the wrapper, and a clear smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. However, his heart became more and more surprised.

It seems that what this young man is really proud of is not his fist skills, but the big hurdle behind him.

Their movements were so fast that no one could find their traces, and they had left halfway through the mountain in an instant. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, an equally fast figure rushed up, which was the Yao Daoist who was hurriedly returning.

He Yiming and Yu Jinglei did not say hello to him, but rushed past him as if he was unconscious.

Yao Taoist was slightly stunned. The two of them had already run out for hundreds of meters. The elder Hengshan smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he and He Yiming would fight when they first met, and the uncle of the master never calmed down when he met him.

With a light turn, Yao Taoist had already turned one direction and chased them in the direction they were running.

However, after a while, Yao Dao Ren's eyes showed a look of horror. He suddenly realized that the distance between him and the two people in front seemed to be constantly moving away.

Although he had tried his best to use his strength to feed himself, it is undeniable that he could no longer see or sense the existence of these two people.

The reason why we can continue to track is entirely because of the magical sensing ability of the innate masters to the outside world.

Finally, Yao Taoist stopped and looked ahead. A dense jungle blocked his view.

With a long sigh, an unexplained feeling of depression suddenly appeared in his heart. This feeling came so strong that even when he was at a disadvantage in the fight with He Yiming, he did not feel this way.

However, Yao Taoist was a master who had already entered the innate world. In just a moment, he had already broken free from this decadent feeling.

Although he was at a disadvantage when fighting with He Yiming in the past, it was somewhat related to the mutual restraint of martial arts. Moreover, the Taoist Yao still had the last unique skill that he had never used, so when facing He Yiming, he still felt a little confident.

But at this moment, under the real competition of light body skills, he was completely thrown away by the two people in front of him.

This can only explain one problem, that is, his light body skills are not on the same level compared to He Yiming and Yu Jinglei.

As soon as he thought about this, Yao Taoist felt bitterness in his mouth.

It would be fine if Yu Jinglei had such a light body technique, but He Yiming, who was only sixteen years old, had such a powerful force in the light body technique, which was far beyond his strength, so it would be hard to accept.

Yao Taoist looked ahead quietly. In a trance, his thoughts seemed to have returned to the past.

He thought that when he had just been promoted to the innate realm, his teacher had looked at him silently with a look that he could not understand at the time.

That kind of look was so complicated that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

And until now, the Yaodao people vaguely understood the true meaning contained in that look.

With the wind and clouds, masters emerge in many ways, new generations have replaced old people, and each has been leading the way for decades.

Yao Taoist sighed sadly, turned around and left, and returned toward the direction of Lingyao Peak.

He Yiming's speed was getting faster and faster because he could clearly sense that behind him, Yu Jinglei's speed was also slowly increasing. If he could not speed up, he would soon be caught up.

It is precisely because of such strong pressure that his potential has been further stimulated.

At this moment, his speed had reached the fastest limit in his life. However, the more He Yiming ran, the more happy he felt in his heart, and he even felt like he was floating in the air, as if he could just run forever.

At the same time, the true energy in his body was also turning and wishful, as if it was becoming increasingly harmonious with the world. Slowly, a strong pleasure that only arises in his heart will appear when he suddenly realizes.

With him as the center, the entire forest seemed to have come alive. Every giant tree and every grass seemed to be emitting energy representing the life of the wood system. And his body was like a huge vortex, absorbing these life forces into it to the fullest.

Although he was not in a state of practicing the exercises, the power of life he absorbed at this moment was not inferior to when he was practicing the innate dead wood technique.

The huge amount of energy gradually accumulated in his body and climbed to the highest level.

Yu Jinglei behind him became more and more frightened. In his feeling, as the two of them continued to run, He Yiming seemed to be increasingly integrated with the surrounding environment, especially the continuous power of life generated from the dense forest, rushing towards He Yiming like crazy.

His momentum was turbulent and increasing, and he gradually reached the peak of Baisantian.

At this point, Yu Jinglei could no longer control himself.

A sixteen-year-old boy was able to really raise his true energy to such a level. As long as he went further, he could cross the barrier of Baisantian and advance to his first-line sky.

His heart was full of words, such a genius, such a genius...

Suddenly, the power of life absorbed by He Yiming had reached the limit that his body could accommodate, and at this moment, his momentum had also risen to the unprecedented strongest realm.

If He Yiming showed his powerful momentum at this moment when fighting with Lu Xinwen or Cheng Fu, then it would be guaranteed that the two of them would even be extinguished in an instant, and they would escape as far as they could.

His feet landed on the ground again, and then bounced high. However, this time the direction He Yiming rushed out was not in front, but towards Yu Jinglei, who was chasing behind him, and he rushed towards him.

His figure suddenly disappeared in the air, and then he heard countless sounds of treading on the ground like fried beans.

He Yiming's feet had been trampled on the ground countless times in an instant. Every time he touched the earth, he would make a faint sound, like the sound of a mountain rain falling to the ground. Similarly, on He Yiming's hands, he also formed his best hidden needle marks.

Every time he stepped on the ground with his toes, a tiny, almost undetectable true energy shot out from his hands.

These true qi flew towards the thunder like a storm, just like the endless mountain rain, trying to wet the entire mountain forest and spread everywhere.

He Yiming was completely addicted to this move, and even his eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

It is definitely the limit to be able to play this move to such an extent. Even if Cheng Fu and Yao Taoist are trapped, they must pay a considerable price to escape.

Yu Jinglei's face was neither happy nor sad, but his expression had begun to become solemn, and he no longer had the casualness he had at the beginning.

Facing the needle-shaped true energy that seemed to be overwhelming, a blue-green color suddenly rose on his body. Not only that, even his cheeks quickly faded.

Afterwards, countless needle-shaped true qi stimulated by He Yiming hit him without exception.

However, once all the true energy hit him, a series of "puff" sounds suddenly came out, as if it had pierced the steel needle into the wood, and instantly dissipated without a trace.

He Yiming's eyes suddenly condensed. He looked at Yu Jinglei's face and exclaimed: "Dry Wood Kung Fu?"

Yu Jinglei laughed loudly, and his face immediately returned to normal, but the green color on his body still did not fade away, and it became increasingly rich anyway.

A bitter smile appeared on He Yiming's face, and his confidence that had just boiled was immediately hit hard.

The hidden needle mark he just now seemed simple, but this was the handprint technique that was activated after running for a long time and absorbing a large amount of wood power from the forest, pushing his momentum to the peak.

It can be said that the power of this move has reached the limit he can reach at present. Apart from the Five Elements Operation and the Thirty-Six Styles of Creation that can stimulate all potential, it is impossible to emit more powerful power.

But even so, the countless needle-shaped true qi still did not repel Yu Jinglei, and even his protective true qi was not destroyed. This is definitely an unacceptable thing for He Yiming, who has always been invincible.

He Yiming's hands subconsciously touched the back and barely touched the Daguan Sword, but he stopped immediately.

At this moment, it was just a martial arts competition. If you use the last one, it would be inappropriate.

As if seeing through He Yiming's thoughts, Yu Jinglei smiled and said, "Elder He, what are your unique skills? You might as well use them. No need to worry, you won't hurt me."

His words were full of confidence, and his face naturally had a kind of arrogant arrogance.

He Yiming nodded deeply and said, "Elder Yu, I have another sword technique. Although I only have one move, it is my ultimate trick for me. Be careful."

After saying that, he slowly untied the rattan and knife cover and took off the Daguan knife.

His movements were not fast, without any flaunting elements, but his every move seemed to have a unique charm, as if it was integrated with the entire world.
To be continued...