Kyushu Daoist Master

The second level of the mental formula followed the first level, and it emitted the same fluctuations as the first level, which was imprinted in Yang Ze's mind, just like his innate memory, which he could not forget.

It didn't take too long for Yang Ze to memorize the second level of the mental formula of Hunyuan Piaomiao Qigong, but he only memorized it.

This Hunyuan Piaomiao Qigong is really profound and unfathomable. After memorizing it, it is still difficult to absorb and digest it.

Without relying on the power of the black stone to practice Hunyuan Piaomiao Qigong, Yang Ze quickly withdrew from the black stone space and his consciousness returned to his body.

"It takes time to practice martial arts. There will be a small competition in the battle hall in three days. Since Xiao Boyuan told me about this, I might as well join in.

In three days, I have practiced the Wind-piercing Palm to the third level, and the Explosive Kick can also explode ten times. The Earthly Evil Qi Blade can even attract sixteen Earthly Evil Qi Cyclones. If I polish these three martial arts more, my combat power can be improved." Yang Ze's heart quickly determined his next training arrangement.

Thinking that he had been suppressed in this courtyard for so long, and finally had the opportunity to take action, Yang Ze's heart inevitably became a little excited. He didn't even rest and started practicing immediately.

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In the martial arts field of the battle hall, many disciples gathered around all the martial arts platforms at this moment. The number of disciples gathered in the entire martial arts field was at least thousands.

When Yang Ze walked into the martial arts field, he saw the scene of a sea of ​​people inside at a glance.

The crowded crowd blocked the way ahead. Yang Ze took a step forward and used the flexibility of the Great Spin Breaking Front Step to move continuously in the crowd. Soon, he arrived next to a martial arts performance platform.

During this process, Yang Ze also sensed the strength of these battle hall disciples, all of whom were not weak.

At this moment, there were only a few first-grade warriors in the early stage of the first-grade bone tempering realm among the battle hall disciples who appeared in the martial arts performance field. To be more precise, there were not many first-grade warriors.

The largest number of them were the second-grade blood coagulation realm warriors. Each of them had a majestic blood and qi faintly emanating from their bodies, forming a sense of oppression.

If a first-grade bone tempering realm warrior with a low level of cultivation appeared here, it would be easy to be affected by this blood and qi. This momentum alone could frighten them and make them unable to take action.

But Yang Ze was obviously not within the range of this ordinary first-grade warrior.

"The foundation of the Battle Hall is indeed profound. There are not many first-grade warriors here, but none of the first-grade warriors who dare to appear at this time have an aura that makes me feel simple." Yang Ze thought silently in his heart. Walking in the crowd, he felt it particularly strongly.

Regarding this small exchange meeting, Yang Ze also found a disciple of the Battle Hall on the way here, and he understood what was going on.

The exchange meeting in the Battle Hall is open to the disciples of the Battle Hall. It is held once every six months. There is no limit on the number of people. As long as you are a disciple of the Battle Hall, you can participate. In this venue, you can exchange and fight at will.

These disciples in the martial arts academy are all warriors, each of them has vigorous blood and qi. Sometimes when they get angry, they often fight.

One reason for setting up this exchange meeting is to give the disciples of the Battle Hall an opportunity to communicate with each other, and another reason is to let these disciples vent.

Because of this reason, the exchange meeting is very relaxed, with only a few rules restricting it.

The first rule is to limit the scope of the fight. Only warriors of the same level can fight. It is forbidden for high-level warriors to bully low-level warriors.

The second rule is that injuries can occur, but deaths cannot occur. If someone dares to deliberately kill others, he will be severely punished according to the sect rules.

These are the simplest two rules, and Yang Ze also remembers them in his heart. However, it is precisely because of the first rule that he has no interest in this small exchange meeting.

Although he has never fought, he is now very confident in his strength. Among the first-grade warriors, he should have no opponents.

Looking at the martial arts stage above carelessly, Yang Ze saw two first-grade warriors fighting fiercely. The fists and palms were fighting, and the fight was very colorful.

From time to time, a stream of energy shot out and landed on the martial arts stage, breaking the ground into small holes.

Yang Ze was watching this battle from below, but he didn't care. After the breakthrough, he could easily solve this level of battle.

Watching the fight on the field, the winner was decided in a short time. Not long after, another person came up and started a fierce battle with that person.

Turning his head to look at the other martial arts arenas around, there were also first-grade warriors fighting on them. In this area, there were all first-grade warriors fighting.

Two warriors were fighting on the top. After Yang Ze looked at the two late-stage first-grade warriors for a few times, he turned and went to another martial arts arena.

The martial arts arena he chose this time was an arena for first-grade great perfection warriors to compete in the field. When he arrived, he happened to see two first-grade great perfection disciples fighting.

The strength of these two people is higher than the previous two people. The momentum of this fight has increased a lot, but it is still not in Yang Ze's eyes.

Seeing one of the sword-wielding disciples stab out with a sword, Yang Ze shook his head below. The sword was not confident enough to stab out. This person will definitely lose.

Sure enough, after the sword was thrust out, the other disciple punched out directly. The wind of the fist roared down, and the sword thrust out was immediately deflected, and the force of the punch hit the disciple On the body.

The sword-wielding disciple couldn't withstand the power of the punch at all. His body rolled up and he was directly knocked out and landed under the ring.

"I haven't learned the essence of swordsmanship, and I can't even resist such a punch." Yang Ze shook his head and whispered.

But even though he said this in a lowered voice, some people in the crowd around him heard what he said. A few people at the front suddenly looked at him angrily.

"You haven't learned the essence, such a punch? It seems that you are very capable." I don't know who told this to the person on the martial arts stage. The person stared at Yang Ze and said something.

Yang Ze saw that the eyes of everyone around him were focused on him, his expression changed, and he retorted: "I'm not very capable, but I'm more than enough to deal with you."

After a pause, Yang Ze still chose to reply in a high-profile manner. He was not a arrogant person, but after suppressing it for so long, he was still willing to be used as a punching bag if someone was willing to do so.

"That's such a loud tone. If you have the ability, come up to me now." The man shouted angrily and pointed at Yang Ze.

Yang Ze did not refuse. He kicked the ground and landed on the martial arts stage. He looked at the bald man and said bluntly: "You just experienced a battle before, and your energy and blood have been depleted. I can wait." After you recover, we will take action again.”

"No need, I don't need to recover to deal with people like you." The bald man said proudly.

"Don't you regret it?" Yang Ze's eyes changed. He really didn't expect where this bald man's confidence came from.

"Look who this person is, how dare he speak to Senior Brother Wang in this tone."

"Senior Brother Wang's nickname is the number one punch among the first-grade disciples of our battle hall. He relies on his boxing skills to control the battle among the first-grade disciples of the battle hall. Many warriors of the same level have been defeated by his hands. This person came out of nowhere. I guess you are just starting out, most people don’t have the guts to talk to Senior Brother Wang like this.”

"The appearance is very strange. I have never seen this person before. I have not seen this person during so many missions some time ago. I have not heard of anyone new joining the war hall during this time."

"Wait a minute, I think I've seen this person before. Let me think about it. It's been a while. Let me think about it. This person, this person's name is Yang Ze."

"What, he is Yang Ze! Is he the Yang Ze who killed Ge Changyi and Fan Yixing?"

"Yes, it must be him. There is only one person named Yang Ze in the war hall. This person has not been in the war hall for a long time. He is good at using swords. He happens to have a knife on his back. It is definitely him. ”

"Is this person really as awesome as the rumors say? If he really has the strength to kill a second-grade warrior, then Senior Brother Wang is no longer in danger today."

"Hmph, I don't believe that this person really has such a strong strength. If he really has such strength, why have I never seen him in previous missions? I think he is just a boy with a false name. Today's King Senior brother, we will definitely be able to expose his true identity.”

The person who spoke was obviously from Senior Brother Wang's side. After he spoke, a few people responded to him, but more people fell silent. Yang Ze could have such a reputation, but if he had no strength at all, how could he dare to be so arrogant? .

"Look, they are about to take action!" Suddenly a voice shouted, and everyone who was talking about it immediately stopped talking and looked at the location of the martial arts stage.

On the martial arts stage, the people below were talking, and Yang Ze heard them all. He didn't expect that he was somewhat famous in this battle hall.

Looking at Senior Brother Wang opposite, his expression has changed a little, but with so many people gathered around him, he is now riding a tiger and has no room to retreat.

With a roar, Senior Brother Wang made a fist with his right hand, and all his strength was concentrated in this fist. A faint amount of true energy was condensed in his right fist, and he suddenly rushed out like a beast.

The punch was thrown out, and the disciples below all looked sideways, shocked by the power of the punch.

However, when Yang Ze saw this punch coming, the energy and blood in his body burst out. He also punched out with one punch. The two fists collided. Senior Brother Wang felt that there was an irresistible force pressing down from the opposite side. Severe pain hit his body. It immediately flew up.