Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Mingyang's sixth-level aura burst out.

The strong power of blood and qi, and the majestic blood pressure, danced with the rising flames.

The scorching flames surrounded Jiang Mingyang, as if his derivative limbs, swaying around him.

There was no terrifying scene, no abnormal breath, the flames were simply swaying.

But everyone had an illusion, as if they saw the boundless sea, as if they were in the boundless magma.

That kind of natural pressure made everyone feel suffocated, as if they would suffocate in the next moment.

Jiang Qiming was more unbearable than everyone else, and the terrifying suppression of his blood made his mind tremble violently.

The flames that were emanating from his body began to tremble and collapse, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

"He! He can actually manifest energy properties!"

"This is impossible! He is only at the sixth level of the Body Refining Realm, it is impossible for him to control energy!"

"Nothing is impossible. As long as psychic weapons are bred, the Body Refining Realm can manipulate energy."

"But how did he obtain the spirit seeds and how did he breed psychic weapons?"

"No wonder the top management dotes on him. It turns out that this is his capital for arrogance."

At this moment, everyone knew why Jiang Mingyang dared to be arrogant and why the top management allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

Because he has the capital for arrogance, because he has the confidence for arrogance.

Although he is only at the sixth level of the Body Refining Realm, his actual combat power far exceeds that of the sixth level of the Body Refining Realm.

"Hmph, you are just trying to attract attention! The genius of the clan breeds psychic weapons because of his outstanding talent and abundant resources.

You are a small foreign bloodline, not only your blood is thin, but also you don't have enough resources to nourish it. Even if you can breed psychic weapons, what's the use?

Without enough talent and foundation, it is a waste to breed psychic weapons, and it is even more of a burden to use them.

I can only say that you found a good teacher who exhausted all the resources of Dongsheng to train you.

It's just that you have limited qualifications, and you can't draw a tiger but a dog."

Jiang Zhenliang was also shocked, and then hurriedly calmed down and suppressed Jiang Mingyang with words to make Jiang Qiming calm down.

After Jiang Zhenliang said this, Jiang Qiming felt a great reduction in pressure, and everyone also showed a look of understanding.

Jiang Zhenliang's words perfectly answered their doubts. When they looked at Jiang Mingyang, they had already put on a touch of contempt in their eyes.

Exhausting the resources of the entire school to train a Jiang Mingyang is simply shameless to the extreme.

Students of this age group, even if they are the most patriotic, are easily influenced by others. A little provocation will turn them into angry youths.

Of course, only the seniors thought so, and the freshmen and sophomores still supported Jiang Mingyang without thinking.

"Jiang Zhenliang, you can drink as much as you want, but you can't say anything.

Jiang Mingyang doesn't have psychic weapons. He can materialize energy flames because his blood concentration is extremely high."

Zhan Hong suddenly spoke, shocking the audience again.

When Zhan Hong and Li Yichen received the order to fully support Jiang Mingyang, they were also a little confused.

They all knew Jiang Mingyang's situation. The Yin-Yang Spirit Seed was still in the process of being nurtured and could not be used. Why did he challenge Jiang Qiming?

It was not until this time that the two of them suddenly realized.

"This is impossible!"

Jiang Zhenliang was stunned, looking at Jiang Mingyang in disbelief, and then looking at Zhan Hong for confirmation, not believing it was true at all.

Without the help of psychic weapons, blood alone can control energy. How pure blood must be to do this!

If there is such an exaggerated blood concentration, Jiang Mingyang's future is limitless. What is the meaning of this fight!

If he fought, he didn't dare to kill Jiang Mingyang; if he retreated, he couldn't afford to lose so many resources; if he hid, Jiang Mingyang would chase him relentlessly.

Jiang Qiming's face looked even uglier, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He was relieved that he didn't have a psychic weapon, but he was upset and couldn't calm down because his bloodline gathered flames.

"This is impossible. When Lord Jiang investigated, his bloodline was obviously thin, so how could his bloodline surge?"

Jiang Zhenliang still didn't believe it, and Zhan Hong didn't bother to explain, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Li Yichen shrugged and said lazily: "Your master made a mistake. His bloodline was sealed and he only woke up recently."

Li Yichen perfectly solved the hidden danger of Jiang Mingyang's bloodline surge.

As for whether it was really sealed, who knows.

Anyway, the seal has been unlocked, and it can't be found if you want to trace the source, so he doesn't care what he says.

Jiang Zhenliang took a deep breath, tried to stabilize his mentality, and said calmly: "Qiming, don't be fooled by the illusion.

The blood concentration of the two genius young masters of the clan cannot be so exaggerated. He must have used a trick.

You know the difference between the sixth and ninth levels better than anyone else.

Defeat him and let him pay back his debt with secrets. The clan will definitely reward you with spiritual seeds."

In any case, the bet has been made, and Xu Sheng must not lose this battle.

Even if he doesn't kill Jiang Mingyang, he must defeat him. The Jiang family can't afford to lose, and he can't bear this responsibility.

Jiang Qiming also gradually restrained his mind. While his breath was stable, the flames around him also rose again.

The flames are manifested by will, and naturally they will change with will. It is the most real embodiment of human heart.

"Nine Styles of the Fiery Sun·Fire Spirit!"

Jiang Qiming shouted loudly, and a circle of orange flames burst out from the inside out. The flames swayed at the outermost extension of the flames, and Jiang Qiming's momentum suddenly surged.

The terrifying pressure and the astonishing high temperature forced everyone in the stands to retreat one after another, and the faces of the seniors all became solemn.

"He can control fire without a psychic weapon. Could it be that Jiang Qiming has reached the half-step Qi Refining Realm?"

"Nonsense, only a half-step Qi Refining Realm can control energy without a psychic weapon."

"That kid is at the sixth level of the physical training realm, but he doesn't have a psychic weapon, so why can he control energy?"

"Don't ask me, that kid is a freak, how do I know."

"As expected of a strong man at the ninth level of the physical training realm, the amplification effect of this fire spirit combat skill is at least doubled."

"It's even better than that. Jiang Qiming's use of fire is far beyond that of ordinary Jiang family members."

"That kid is in danger. Level suppression is the most difficult to break. Even if he has a psychic weapon to protect himself, he is not Jiang Qiming's opponent."

Everyone whispered, Jiang Qiming grinned several times, and then roared: "Nine Styles of the Fiery Sun·Gathering Flames!"

The flames gathered crazily towards his right fist, and part of the flames were diverted, flowing from his back to his legs.

That part of the flames was very secretive, and it was impossible to detect it from behind him, so Jiang Mingyang naturally didn't know it.

The speed of flame gathering was very fast, three points faster than Jiang Haoding, not to mention Jiang Qidong and his ilk.

"Go to hell, Flash Step!"

When Jiang Qiming performed Flash Step, his feet burst into flames to accelerate, and his speed was almost twice as fast as Flash Step.

The ninth level of the Body Refining Realm plus the fire spirit amplification, plus the Flash Step and the flame burst acceleration.

Jiang Qiming's speed was too fast, and before Jiang Mingyang could react, he had already arrived in front of Jiang Mingyang.

"Go to hell!"

Jiang Qiming's right fist was like a branding iron, with rolling heat waves and whistling winds, smashing towards Jiang Mingyang's heart.

If this blow hits, even an iron man will melt.

Everyone covered their mouths and exclaimed, Jiang Mingyang had no choice but to use his body to resist.

The iron fist was full of murderous intent, and the flames were whistling with the wind, and they hit Jiang Mingyang heavily...