I'm not a villain

"It's really physical training!"

Zhuge Jing's expression flickered.

Since Si Mobai can easily resist the attack of his seventh level of strength, then Si Mobai's physical cultivation level is at least in the middle stage of Ming Zang!
Even in the later stages of the Ming Dynasty!
One must know that physical training requires much more resources than spiritual training of the same level.

Moreover, this gap will double with the improvement of the monk's realm!
For example, the resources consumed by a body training at the skin refining level are about ten times that of a monk at the Qi training level, and it will increase to thirty times in the tendon training period, and it will reach [-] times in the viscera period where Si Mobai is. A hundred times more terrifying!
And this is also an important reason for the sharp decrease in the number of physical training.

Nowadays, cultivation resources are very scarce compared to ancient times. Ordinary monks don't even have enough resources for spiritual cultivation, let alone body cultivation?

Therefore, in today's world, there are very few physical cultivators, and there are even fewer physical cultivators who have cultivated their bodies above the bone-imprinting stage. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is no one in a billion.

Because of this, Zhuge Jing was shocked by Si Mobai's body training.

"Boy, who are you?"

To be able to cultivate the body to the state of viscera at such a young age, the resources required behind this are undoubtedly terrifying.

If it is said that Si Mobai is not from a powerful background, I am afraid that a fool will not believe it.

Si Mobai didn't know what the other party was thinking, nor did he want to know what the other party was thinking.

"Naturally, they are passers-by who draw their swords to help."

Seeing Si Mobai evading and not answering, Zhuge Jing's face darkened, and he said, "Don't think that you can be an opponent in the transformation stage just by virtue of your physical body in the Ming Zang stage."

"The means of transforming the gods are beyond what you, a little cultivator in the primordial spirit stage, can imagine."

"Boy, seeing that your cultivation is not easy, this old man can't bear to kill you."

"In this way, as long as you apologize to the old man and stop meddling in the affairs of Wushuang Sect, we will be cleared, how about it?"

Zhuge Jing expected that Si Mobai was from the top power, so he was timid before fighting, so he took a step back and gave Si Mobai a step.

However, Si Mobai did not accept his kindness.

"No way!"

"Whether Zhou can deal with you or not is not up to you to decide, but to try!"

"Old man, don't forget, you didn't get cheap just now!"

"As for apologizing to you and not participating in the Wushuang Sect, that's even more nonsense, don't even think about it!"

At this moment, Si Mobai suddenly changed his expression, looked at Zhuge Jing with a smile on his face, and said, "Old man, you are babbling, it's not because you have no idea in your heart, you are afraid of me, Zhou, right?"

Zhuge Jing's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "In that case, let me see your methods."

He had already retreated in his heart, and wanted to wait until he had investigated Si Mobai's background before deciding whether to kill him.

Today, just teach the other party a lesson.

Zhuge Jing no longer suppressed the aura on his body, a powerful aura that truly belonged to the stage of transforming gods surged out, causing the expressions of everyone present to change.

They only felt that Zhuge Jing in front of them seemed to have turned into a terrifying demon god, who could wipe out everyone with just one breath.

"Humph!"

Si Mobai snorted coldly, his voice neither salty nor weak.

"You just use it!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Jing quickly slapped his palm, and the spiritual energy in his whole body immediately flowed out with the wind of the palm, and a palm print several feet in size appeared in the sky immediately.

"Boy, try my square-inch palm!"

Zhuge Jing is a spiritual cultivator, so naturally he didn't want to rely on his body to win. The palm he slapped casually was just a top-grade martial art of the ground level - the opening gesture of the square inch palm.

"It seems that your skills are rare and ordinary!"

In terms of power alone, Zhuge Jing's palm prints are not as extraordinary as those two fat men before.

Although he knew that there must be something inside, and that this exercise would not be as simple as it appeared on the outside, but this did not prevent Si Mobai from showing his prestige verbally.

However, the condensation speed of this palm print was more than a hundred times faster than that of the two fat men. Almost at the moment when Zhuge Jing clapped his hands, the palm print was completed, whistling all the way, smashing towards Si Mobai.

"Is this the power of the god transformation stage?"

The gust of wind brought along the palm prints blew the Wushuang sect's people hundreds of feet away, and in the middle of the martial arts field, a no-man's land with Si Mobai as the center was formed, hundreds of feet away.

The faces of all the people who were blown away changed drastically, and there was a lot of discussion.

"I don't know if this benefactor can still receive this palm."

These words spoke out the aspirations of everyone present.

However, the situation in the field changed too fast, but they couldn't allow them to think too much, because the palm print had already fallen.

"Can this mere fist mark of several feet trap me?"

Although physically strong, if he received this slap for no reason, he must be quite embarrassed, destroying his own prestige in front of everyone, which is naturally unacceptable to Si Mobai.

Si Mobai's movements were faster than his words, and everyone felt that Si Mobai disappeared in place in a flash.

"Hehehehe!"

"Boy, do you think my palm print will be so simple?"

"If a small Yuanshen stage monk can easily escape from the palm of my seat, then I am too incompetent in this stage of transformation!"

"Square-inch palm, shrink the ground into an inch!"

As soon as Zhuge Jing's majestic voice fell, Si Mobai immediately felt something was wrong.

Although his escaping speed is very fast, he appeared thousands of miles away in just one breath. According to common sense, he should have gotten rid of the range of the palm print long ago, but when he swept away with his spiritual sense, he clearly Seeing that the palm print was still above him, he quickly landed impartially.

Si Mobai never expected this sudden appearance.

"Square inch palm?"

"interesting!"

After only two exclamations, Si Mobai was slapped into the floor by the palm print in front of everyone's eyes!

"boom!"

After a loud noise, the air wave rolled in again, and everyone in Wushuang Cult was blown hundreds of feet away again.

"Oh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The crowd was like a pile of rocks, blown up by the wind, and then smashed to the ground, there was a messy sound of falling to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Amidst bursts of coughing, everyone slowly got up from the ground, enduring the overwhelming pain in their chests, and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, using their spiritual power to recuperate, and only then did their pale faces regain a tinge of blood.

"hiss!"

All the people who came back to their senses couldn't help but gasped. Looking at the battered slabs of the Martial Arts Arena, they said in unison: "The power of the stage of transformation is really terrifying!"

"I'm afraid the benefactor of my Peerless Sect is in danger."

Over there, Jiang Hu's expression was equally solemn.