Fengshen: Deduce the practice method at the beginning, scaring the sky
Chapter 189 Everyone: I finally know how powerful Boss Ye is!
Patriarch Styx never thought about him.
No, it's his soul that has such a connection with this ghostly sea of blood.
If it weren't for Ye Changqing's strength, this silk thread similar to cause and effect would appear in front of his eyes.
He was afraid that he would never know about it.
At this moment, Ye Changqing was no longer an enemy in the eyes of Patriarch Minghe.
But his reborn parents!
It was not until this moment that Patriarch Styx understood.
Why is it that other people can accommodate their own body in the body, only he can't.
Good guy!
This ghost blood sea is not his body at all.
It's useless for him to try.
If it wasn't for Ye Changqing's help this time, he doesn't know how long it would have taken him to know about it.
Thinking of this, the figure of Patriarch Styx hovering in the void was about to kneel down to express his gratitude to Ye Changqing.
"Don't move around."
Frowning, Ye Changqing sensed what Patriarch Minghe was going to do, and waved his hand directly to help him up.
In Ye Changqing's eyes, what he needed was never verbal thanks from Patriarch Styx.
If the other party really appreciates him, it would be serious to come up with something substantive to thank him after he cut off the connection between Xuehai and Patriarch Styx.
Patriarch Minghe didn't know what Ye Changqing was thinking.
After he was supported by Ye Changqing, his whole body adored Ye Changqing.
It was like a torrential river, endless.
If it wasn't for Ye Changqing's tone, he would have sensed that the matter was not over yet.
No way, Patriarch Minghe was about to throw himself under Ye Changqing's trousers and kowtow a few times.
How could Patriarch Styx, who knew nothing about Ye Changqing, guess it.
Ye Changqing didn't let him be grateful, and didn't let him worship.
I want Patriarch Styx to show some substantial gratitude.
Of course, even if you know it.
In the eyes of Ancestor Minghe, who has become a fan of Ye Changqing at this moment, Ye Changqing didn't want him to be too uncomfortable, so he asked for a little thank you gift casually.
Ye Changqing, who was completely ignorant of Patriarch Styx's thoughts, did not look at the gratitude in his eyes.
After his palm, the countless silk threads behind Patriarch Minghe's back were almost all cut off.
But in the prehistoric world, it is different from the world where Ye Changqing evolved Moon Moon Palm.
In that world, the moon-watching palm could easily break the connection between the black fox and Jin Chenxi.
Arriving in the prehistoric world, it just made Xue Hai temporarily forget his connection with the ancestor Styx.
Ye Changqing could clearly see behind his palm.
Let's not talk about the silk threads that were not directly blown off.
Those silk threads that had been broken, or disappeared, reappeared after a few breaths.
But this time, Ye Changqing could clearly perceive that the connection between these silk threads and the ancestor Styx was even closer.
If he wanted to repeat what he did the first time, slapping the silk thread that would kill nine out of ten of them with one palm, it would be hopeless.
"interesting."
Ye Changqing looked at the silk thread that reappeared in his vision, and there was a little interest in his eyes.
You know, in that Chaoge Tavern, Ye Changqing never showed his strength.
On weekdays, if you compete with Tongtian, you also need to suppress your strength.
Otherwise, Tongtian would not fight Ye Changqing.
As for some problems of other drinkers, they can be solved almost by the tavern itself.
It can be said that the slap just now was made by Ye Changqing without suppressing his own strength.
It didn't take much effort though.
But with the strength contained in that palm, if it is thrown on Tongtian's body, Tongtian will be directly crushed, okay?
Now it is used in the relationship between the blood sea and the ancestor of Minghe, but it has not been completely resolved.
How can this prevent Ye Changqing, who is extremely boring, from being very interested.
If it weren't for knowing the magic mirror, there would still be many people watching him.
Ye Changqing even wanted to take out some self-made equipment, and take a good look at the silk thread, what's going on!
Now it seems that Patriarch Styx must have a problem with this sea of blood.
Even, this problem is still very big.
Otherwise, it is impossible for a sea of blood that gave birth to a quasi-sage among the prehistoric ones to have such special properties.
For the idea in his heart, Ye Changqing became more and more certain.
What happens in the end will wait until this sea of blood is moved to the west.
He'll see a thing or two when everything is settled.
Thinking in his heart, Ye Changqing took a step forward, raised his right hand to the top of his head, and pressed down hard.
"Forgetting the palm!"
The phantom of the emerald green palm suddenly emerged from the sky.
This time, the phantom of the palm alone was thousands of miles in size.
The palm of the hand falls from the clouds, covering the sky and covering the sun to play, as if the end is coming.
At the very beginning, Ye Changqing wanted to use Tu Shan Rongrong's palm technique.
Thinking about it later, Tu Shan Rongrong's Moon-Moving Palm was originally called Wangyue Palm.
He thought, anyway, let him be in the wilderness now, and no one knows these things.
Therefore, Ye Changqing separated the two names and used them as two moves.
From a certain point of view, Moon-Moving Palm is Wangyue Palm, but Wangyue Palm is not Wangyue Palm.
The palm print that Ye Changqing took for the first time just now is Moon Moon Palm.
Now, he saw that Mochizuki's palm might not be strong enough.
Only then did he choose to use Wangyue Palm in his second shot.
The difference between the two is clear to Ye Changqing, but not to others.
In their view, Ye Changqing just increased the energy of his moves.
Until, Wangyue Palm was completely revealed.
Only then did everyone discover the difference between Ye Changqing's two palm techniques.
For the first time, Ye Changqing used the Mochizuki palm.
After the palm wind was slapped, the palm print directly penetrated the body of Patriarch Ming He.
But this time, Ye Changqing's palm print hovered above Patriarch Styx, and then the endless coercion suddenly broke out, pressing straight towards Patriarch Styx in the west.
Everyone in Chaoge Tavern watching this "battle".
Looking at the palm prints that kept pressing downwards in the picture, and the spiritual pressure engulfing them, they felt terrified in their hearts.
In this tavern, Ye Changqing has always behaved like a good talker.
Except for the occasional drinker who violated the rules of the tavern, he would get angry.
It is also for this reason that the guests in the tavern, knowing Ye Changqing's extraordinary strength, still dare to chat with Ye Changqing.
Even, in their hearts, they really didn't have much respect for Ye Changqing.
And these previous thoughts, all stayed at just now.
After Ye Changqing's palm print that was not mainly attacking fell, the burst of spiritual pressure passed.
The drinkers in Chaoge Tavern finally had a clear understanding that Ye Changqing is a saint.
No, it's his soul that has such a connection with this ghostly sea of blood.
If it weren't for Ye Changqing's strength, this silk thread similar to cause and effect would appear in front of his eyes.
He was afraid that he would never know about it.
At this moment, Ye Changqing was no longer an enemy in the eyes of Patriarch Minghe.
But his reborn parents!
It was not until this moment that Patriarch Styx understood.
Why is it that other people can accommodate their own body in the body, only he can't.
Good guy!
This ghost blood sea is not his body at all.
It's useless for him to try.
If it wasn't for Ye Changqing's help this time, he doesn't know how long it would have taken him to know about it.
Thinking of this, the figure of Patriarch Styx hovering in the void was about to kneel down to express his gratitude to Ye Changqing.
"Don't move around."
Frowning, Ye Changqing sensed what Patriarch Minghe was going to do, and waved his hand directly to help him up.
In Ye Changqing's eyes, what he needed was never verbal thanks from Patriarch Styx.
If the other party really appreciates him, it would be serious to come up with something substantive to thank him after he cut off the connection between Xuehai and Patriarch Styx.
Patriarch Minghe didn't know what Ye Changqing was thinking.
After he was supported by Ye Changqing, his whole body adored Ye Changqing.
It was like a torrential river, endless.
If it wasn't for Ye Changqing's tone, he would have sensed that the matter was not over yet.
No way, Patriarch Minghe was about to throw himself under Ye Changqing's trousers and kowtow a few times.
How could Patriarch Styx, who knew nothing about Ye Changqing, guess it.
Ye Changqing didn't let him be grateful, and didn't let him worship.
I want Patriarch Styx to show some substantial gratitude.
Of course, even if you know it.
In the eyes of Ancestor Minghe, who has become a fan of Ye Changqing at this moment, Ye Changqing didn't want him to be too uncomfortable, so he asked for a little thank you gift casually.
Ye Changqing, who was completely ignorant of Patriarch Styx's thoughts, did not look at the gratitude in his eyes.
After his palm, the countless silk threads behind Patriarch Minghe's back were almost all cut off.
But in the prehistoric world, it is different from the world where Ye Changqing evolved Moon Moon Palm.
In that world, the moon-watching palm could easily break the connection between the black fox and Jin Chenxi.
Arriving in the prehistoric world, it just made Xue Hai temporarily forget his connection with the ancestor Styx.
Ye Changqing could clearly see behind his palm.
Let's not talk about the silk threads that were not directly blown off.
Those silk threads that had been broken, or disappeared, reappeared after a few breaths.
But this time, Ye Changqing could clearly perceive that the connection between these silk threads and the ancestor Styx was even closer.
If he wanted to repeat what he did the first time, slapping the silk thread that would kill nine out of ten of them with one palm, it would be hopeless.
"interesting."
Ye Changqing looked at the silk thread that reappeared in his vision, and there was a little interest in his eyes.
You know, in that Chaoge Tavern, Ye Changqing never showed his strength.
On weekdays, if you compete with Tongtian, you also need to suppress your strength.
Otherwise, Tongtian would not fight Ye Changqing.
As for some problems of other drinkers, they can be solved almost by the tavern itself.
It can be said that the slap just now was made by Ye Changqing without suppressing his own strength.
It didn't take much effort though.
But with the strength contained in that palm, if it is thrown on Tongtian's body, Tongtian will be directly crushed, okay?
Now it is used in the relationship between the blood sea and the ancestor of Minghe, but it has not been completely resolved.
How can this prevent Ye Changqing, who is extremely boring, from being very interested.
If it weren't for knowing the magic mirror, there would still be many people watching him.
Ye Changqing even wanted to take out some self-made equipment, and take a good look at the silk thread, what's going on!
Now it seems that Patriarch Styx must have a problem with this sea of blood.
Even, this problem is still very big.
Otherwise, it is impossible for a sea of blood that gave birth to a quasi-sage among the prehistoric ones to have such special properties.
For the idea in his heart, Ye Changqing became more and more certain.
What happens in the end will wait until this sea of blood is moved to the west.
He'll see a thing or two when everything is settled.
Thinking in his heart, Ye Changqing took a step forward, raised his right hand to the top of his head, and pressed down hard.
"Forgetting the palm!"
The phantom of the emerald green palm suddenly emerged from the sky.
This time, the phantom of the palm alone was thousands of miles in size.
The palm of the hand falls from the clouds, covering the sky and covering the sun to play, as if the end is coming.
At the very beginning, Ye Changqing wanted to use Tu Shan Rongrong's palm technique.
Thinking about it later, Tu Shan Rongrong's Moon-Moving Palm was originally called Wangyue Palm.
He thought, anyway, let him be in the wilderness now, and no one knows these things.
Therefore, Ye Changqing separated the two names and used them as two moves.
From a certain point of view, Moon-Moving Palm is Wangyue Palm, but Wangyue Palm is not Wangyue Palm.
The palm print that Ye Changqing took for the first time just now is Moon Moon Palm.
Now, he saw that Mochizuki's palm might not be strong enough.
Only then did he choose to use Wangyue Palm in his second shot.
The difference between the two is clear to Ye Changqing, but not to others.
In their view, Ye Changqing just increased the energy of his moves.
Until, Wangyue Palm was completely revealed.
Only then did everyone discover the difference between Ye Changqing's two palm techniques.
For the first time, Ye Changqing used the Mochizuki palm.
After the palm wind was slapped, the palm print directly penetrated the body of Patriarch Ming He.
But this time, Ye Changqing's palm print hovered above Patriarch Styx, and then the endless coercion suddenly broke out, pressing straight towards Patriarch Styx in the west.
Everyone in Chaoge Tavern watching this "battle".
Looking at the palm prints that kept pressing downwards in the picture, and the spiritual pressure engulfing them, they felt terrified in their hearts.
In this tavern, Ye Changqing has always behaved like a good talker.
Except for the occasional drinker who violated the rules of the tavern, he would get angry.
It is also for this reason that the guests in the tavern, knowing Ye Changqing's extraordinary strength, still dare to chat with Ye Changqing.
Even, in their hearts, they really didn't have much respect for Ye Changqing.
And these previous thoughts, all stayed at just now.
After Ye Changqing's palm print that was not mainly attacking fell, the burst of spiritual pressure passed.
The drinkers in Chaoge Tavern finally had a clear understanding that Ye Changqing is a saint.
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