The cracks in the space were slowly torn open.

A figure gradually became clearer in the depths of the crack.

All kinds of gods surround the body, stepping forward, and the clear and powerful footsteps are as crisp and powerful as stepping on marble.

Everyone's minds couldn't help but become tense, not knowing who was coming.

"Pretend to be a ghost, come out here!"

The young man on the golden chariot roared loudly, raising his hand and a silver thunderbolt rushed into the sky, trying to penetrate the rift in the void.

However, the silver light could not get closer, and a mysterious stone tablet wrapped in nine colors of light appeared again. The stone tablet had no words, but it seemed to be worth a thousand words.

The thunder and lightning instantly turned into foam and suddenly dissipated in front of everyone.

"It's really easy to use, but it's a pity that it can only imitate 40% of the power..." Ding Xiaoyi nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.

This is the rule he created by imitating Yu Niang's wordless tablet.

It's just that the power is far different from Yu Niang's.

It's not even half as powerful as Yu Niang, but even so it's enough.

As for why he suddenly imitated his wife's wordless monument? Well... a long-term illness makes a good doctor. After being beaten a lot, you will naturally learn it.

Thinking of this incident, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but greet this old lady Meng Po.

Seeing that his thunder technique was easily dismantled by the opponent, the silver-haired young man on the chariot was filled with surprise.

He was not the only one who was horrified. Although the other foreign envoys had no expression on their faces, they were also surprised in their hearts.

They didn't expect that there would be such a strong person in this world, it was simply unbelievable.

"Ding Xiaoyi!!"

When Wang Zhao saw the coming figure, his eyes turned red and he rushed towards him like crazy.

When he came here this time, his biggest purpose was to beat up Ding Xiaoyi.

This guy has done so much harm to himself.

The voices in his head challenged his nerves every time.

At this moment, when he was shouting angrily, a burst of cheerful laughter still came from his mind: "Go, Pikachu! For the sake of my eldest cousin!"

The humiliating voice in his mind made him extremely angry.

When Ding Xiaoyi saw this dumbfounded young man, he rushed towards him and suppressed him with a wordless tablet.

The stone tablet fell and was suppressed with mysterious power.

Wang Zhao was trapped in the formation flag before. He didn't know the power of the stone tablet. He just raised his hand to hit it. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got closer, the spiritual energy in his body disappeared without a trace in an instant like the receding tide.

Even the resonance spell was forcibly removed.

His limbs waved unwillingly in the air for a while, and then fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, Wang Jialiang had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed Wang Zhao by the collar, thus preventing him from being thrown half to death.

Ding Xiaoyi looked up and said angrily: "How much hatred do you two have? Why does he act like a mad dog every time he sees you and wants to bite you!"

"Ugh..." Ding Xiaoyi touched his nose in embarrassment.

To be honest, he didn't know how to explain his feud with Wang Zhao. At first, he didn't like the guy and wanted to harm him.

But now that Wang Zhao has been transformed, Ding Xiaoyi can no longer hate him.

As for the hatred between the two of them, it probably has something to do with the thing he gave him in the first place.

While the two were talking, a group of reporters below were filming frantically. On the one hand, they were shocked that Ding Xiaoyi, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, was so powerful.

It is understood that he seems to be the founder of Beimang College.

A slap knocked the alien messenger from mid-air to the ground, and even the Beast King suppressed it casually. This power is a bit unbelievable.

As for the conversation between them, no one could hear it.

I just don’t know why the Beast King suddenly attacked Ding Xiaoyi, and then started chatting with Fairy in the Rain. They seemed to be having a great time chatting.

One look at the angry look on the face of the Rain Fairy immediately made these reporters' gossip hearts burn brightly.

Pick up a small notebook and record it down. This is all material.

"Ahhhh!!"

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the ground, and Tan Shuang, who had just been slapped underground, turned into a stream of light and rushed up from the ground, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

When he saw Ding Xiaoyi in mid-air, the bloody robe suddenly shouted: "I want your life!"

Fourteen large flags were seen flying, constantly changing directions: "Blood Divine Power, Ancient Demon Formation."

The fourteen bloody flags vibrated violently and made a clanging sound. They had unparalleled power and could literally tear the sky apart. It was so majestic.

The sky seemed to be dyed red, and the doomsday-like scene frightened countless people watching the live broadcast.

If such a destructive force were to crush them, who could stop it?

The reporters at the scene felt more like their throats were being strangled, all of them looked pale and could hardly breathe.

In the sea of ​​​​blood, a giant slowly took shape, flicking the bloody light that covered the sky, and patted Ding Xiaoyi's head.

"boom!!"

The big hand slapped down, and the space in front suddenly collapsed. The fourteen big flags shook violently, creating ripples visible to the naked eye, like thousands of powerful waves, unrivaled in their dominance.

At this moment, the eyes of other foreign envoys became solemn. Tan Shuang's strength was not strong, at least among them, there were many people who could beat him.

But the trouble is that these fourteen Blood Demon Flags are like artifacts.

Not only can it disturb people's minds, but it can also summon blood sea trolls. If they were to deal with it, they might not be able to take advantage.

"Hahahaha! I will destroy you both physically and mentally in a moment!"

Tan Shuang's face was full of madness, and her hands were waving slower and slower. She saw that the void in front of her eyes had been filled with a sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood was churning, covering the sky and the sun, like a bottomless abyss. Even if the opponent was stronger than herself, he would definitely die if he fell into it.

.

Just when Tan Shuang was shouting and celebrating.

But he saw the sea of ​​blood suddenly twisting uncontrollably, "What's going on?" Tan Shuang's smile froze, and she found that her blood demon flag also began to move unsteadily.

No matter how he controlled it, the flag became more and more out of control.

I saw Ding Xiaoyi's figure floating up in the sea of ​​​​blood, stepping on the palm of the blood sea troll. Not only was he unaffected, but it was more like he was controlling the blood god's flag.

"What's going on??" Tan Shuang's face was horrified, and she found that the Blood God Flag had completely severed contact with him.

"It's a good thing, it's mine!" Ding Xiaoyi sneered, and then in Tan Shuang's shocked eyes, he danced with his hands, and a trace of blood-red light shone through his fingertips, which actually made the fourteen blood demon flags buzz.

, as if this set of Blood God flags were originally his treasures.

"How could you..." Tan Shuang's face suddenly turned pale: "How could you have blood nerves!"

"So it's called Blood Nerve? It's such an unpleasant name." Ding Xiaoyi had a look of sudden realization. In the eyes of everyone, he was just pretending to be stupid.

In fact, he really doesn't have any blood nerves, but he can imitate and create the same power of rules.

Combined with the assistance of the stealing technique, it was easy to control the fourteen blood god flags in his hand.

For this reason, he must thank Jie Zhi for giving him the Book of Thieves. Many of the theft techniques in it were perfect for him.

Seeing Tan Shuang's furious look, Ding Xiaoyi's smiling expression suddenly turned cold: "I'm recruiting students, and you're causing trouble in front of my school? Who gave you the courage?"

As he spoke, his figure suddenly flashed, and he rushed straight in front of Tan Shuang, raised his hand and punched him down.

Tan Shuang hurriedly turned into a ball of blood and fled back.

But as soon as he made a move, Ding Xiaoyi called out the nameless stone tablet again and suppressed it head on.

The stone tablet hit the bloody light, causing Tan Shuang's spiritual energy to disappear.

The feeling of being deprived of all power came back again, making Tan Shuang's face turn pale and she screamed for help from other messengers.

But at this time, no one was willing to take action.

Because Ding Xiaoyi's ability was so weird, it was so weird that they all felt baffled. What's more, Tan Shuang's Blood God Flag still fell into Ding Xiaoyi's hands, so they were unwilling to take risks to save others.

"Stop shouting, it's useless even if your throat is broken."

Ding Xiaoyi quickly caught up with him and punched Tan Shuang in the lower abdomen. Even though he had a dragon-level body, this punch made Tan Shuang roll his eyes:

"Since you have come to my school to cause trouble, I am here to teach you the school motto of my Beimang College! This punch is called patriotism!"

Before Tan Shuang could catch her breath, Ding Xiaoyi kicked her forward with a loving kick. The huge force caused Tan Shuang to take off directly on the spot. Everyone felt their scalps numb just by looking at it.

"It has appeared, it has appeared! Is this destiny??" Through the live TV screen, some elders in the family burst into tears when they saw this familiar painting style.

They had been tortured by the "Eighth Exercises", and they thought that after Chen Xinghe's death, this humiliating name should not appear again.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, they would actually see the emergence of this boxing technique again.

And it became more powerful, even envoys from foreign lands were beaten.

When I think of Qingmang Mountain as the place where Chen Xinghe is buried, I can't help but laugh at this feeling of fateful reincarnation.
To be continued...