Comprehension Recovery Evolution

Chapter 15 Faith
When the two women came to him with a little dissatisfaction, Zhang Yang smiled and gave a thumbs up: "That's interesting!"

"You, you!" Ji Mengyao disappeared even though she was dissatisfied, and only complained.

Ji Mengxian was not afraid of troubles, and asked Ji Mengyao: "Hey, sister, who are the two people who passed by just now? I don't think they have any skills. Is it a secret method passed down from family? Tell me."

"Will you tell my sister about the top ten disciples of Lian Yun Daozong's generation?" Ji Mengyao didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

Ji Mengxian tilted his head and thought for a while: "It seems to violate discipline. Although the school rules are not written, Master and the others are taboo about Mo Shen."

Suddenly she was startled and stuck out her tongue: "Okay, okay, I won't ask."

Slightly depressed, Ji Mengxian showed an aggrieved look, glanced at Ji Mengyao, and turned his face away.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang pretended not to know, smiled brightly and said: "Since there is something going on, you can talk about it slowly. I will take a step first. If you are late, you won't be able to see the excitement!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yang exerted the physical strength he had cultivated in these days to make a leap with all his strength, and when he looked back, he actually crossed the long street three feet away to reach the eaves on the other side. He started to rush in the direction of departure, not caring whether the two women would get lost.

In his opinion, both women were inner disciples of their respective sects, so how could they be lost?

The two women saw him walking away quickly without looking back. They only looked at each other for a moment. Ji Mengyao took the lead and took the first step. Her figure flashed and reappeared three feet away. Ji Mengxian then followed, and she flew past quickly. As he flew by, numerous shadows appeared behind him.

The two women quickly found Zhang Yang who was squatting on the branch of an old tree half a meter high.

Zhang Yang pointed his right hand to his lips, and the two women followed his line of sight to see the two people looking at each other below.

One of them was Yan Yunhai, and the other was thin and hidden in a robe with a cloak, so he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

"Why did you run away? Is there any point in running away like this?" Yan Yunhai was talking.

"That's just what you think." The thin figure said indifferently: "Don't you think that the surroundings are too quiet?"

"Hmph! If you were chasing like that just now, there will definitely be good people coming to watch the battle. What's weird about An Jing?" Yan Yunhai snorted coldly: "Do you dare to continue in the next half?"

"Oh? You don't think you can beat me, do you?" The thin figure chuckled with disdain in his voice.

Yan Yunhai was furious: "Couldn't it be! You used all your moves, and your changes are old. After I broke the routine, you ran away immediately. Isn't it just to use the time to escape to think about countermeasures? Hmph!"

Yan Yunhai snorted contemptuously: "Even if I bought you time, what contingency can you come up with to resist my attack now?"

"Cut!" The thin figure snorted lightly in disdain, raised his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to shake the cloak far away.

I only heard the sound of heavy objects waving in the air, the sound of a gust of wind, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground!

A bald head was exposed, and a male cultivator with slender eyebrows and narrow eyes showed his face, and raised his chin arrogantly: "Don't be self-righteous, I haven't shown my real skills yet!"

"Ah!" Yan Yunhai looked at the weight-bearing cloak that was obviously made with added materials in surprise, and said with a mixture of shame and anger: "You are my opponent, but you don't use your full strength. It is really unreasonable! How dare you humiliate me!"

"I don't know what you are talking about. You are very powerful. You can actually force me to take off my cloak." The bald male cultivator sneered arrogantly: "I'll tell you the truth."

He slapped his chest hard, and a dull thumping sound sounded. The bald male cultivator looked at Yan Yunhai with a contemptuous smile, like a cat playing with a mouse: "There is a heavier set in here! How about, Can you force this heavier set off?"

"You bastard!" Hearing this, Yan Yunhai changed his attacking stance into a defensive one as if he was facing a big enemy, and Dou Da's cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

"I heard that you are known as the top three in the outer sect?" The bald male cultivator looked around the nearby woods and chuckled: "Those who can be here so quickly must be well-informed and well-versed brothers. Now I am in their As a witness, let you understand that you will be the top three in the outer sect just because I haven't arrived yet. Be terrified, you don't know what cultivation is at all!"

A flash of extreme anger flashed in the eyes of the bald male cultivator, and his figure flickered, leaving only an afterimage in place.

At the same time, a loud muffled sound came out.

Yan Yunhai spurted out a mouthful of yellow bile water and was punched in the abdomen. He was hit hard and stopped in mid-air for a full 2 ​​seconds. Then the huge kinetic energy drove him to destroy the forest and dent a wall of rocks!
The bald male cultivator slowly walked up to Yan Yunhai and looked at Yan Yunhai who had returned to his normal body and passed out in a coma with disbelief. A sick look suddenly appeared on his face, with madness mixed with anger. The corners of his mouth trembled and he looked up and stared: " How could you just stop like this! Aren’t you the second best in the outer sect? Ah——? Get up! Aren’t you very powerful!”

"You—!" The bald man roared with bloodshot eyes, his entire face trembled, trembling on the spot.

Zhang Yang frowned deeply and didn't like his appearance, but he didn't show up. After all, he won the fight. As long as the winner doesn't go too far, everything he does is right. The winner will have preferential treatment.

"You..." The bald male cultivator gasped violently, his chest heaving, his hands slowly raised to his shoulders, his face twisted: "In order to participate in the general election of this sect, I underwent special training from hell. As a result, you, the second best outside sect, Only one layer of weight was forced out of me! Then why am I training so hard! Huh?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang felt a little relieved, and felt that being so sick was justifiable. Although he was unwell, he had no intention of showing up.

"Go ahead!" The bald male cultivator trembled violently, suddenly became furious, and kicked the unconscious Yan Yunhai with his right foot like lightning!
kick.Yan Yunhai's teeth flew out in a coma.

Two feet.Yan Yunhai's face was bloody.

Three legs.Yan Yunhai sprayed out a blood arrow and flew up into the sky. His body, which was kicked with his chin upward, froze in mid-air!

The bald-headed male cultivator slowly lifted his right leg to level with Yan Yunhai with a sinister grin of morbid hatred, and then there was a whistling sound.

Zhang Yang's face was dark: "You two hide well."

Ji Mengyao was surprised: "You want to..."

brush!
Zhang Yang's figure disappeared from the spot, and he reappeared and clasped the bald man's ankle with one hand. He said in a low voice, "If you win, you win. This is too much!"

Behind him, the unconscious Yan Yunhai fell to the ground.

Two white shadows flashed, and Ji Mengyao and Ji Mengxian appeared beside Zhang Yang at the same time, taking Yan Yunhai further away to heal him.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, the bald man slowly put down his right foot blocked by Zhang Yang, kicked his leg slightly, and grinned: "It's interesting! But..."

A flame from frictional air flew across the air, and a fist had already hit Zhang Yang's face.

Zhang Yang's figure was slightly sideways, and his hands were pointed like swords on the inside of the bald man's wrist, and his right fist hit his Adam's apple with a lightning strike!
"Cough!" The bald man's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is impossible! My speed is the fastest!"

Holding his throat, he flew back three feet, and looked at Zhang Yang in horror from a distance: "Impossible, this is impossible, the old monster said, as long as I can survive, I must be the strongest in this generation! You are dead!" It's a dead end, free all the burdens, I can be faster than now!"

Zhang Yang frowned slightly, and said, "You are already very strong, so you don't have to."

"Am I strong? I only took one move in your hands! You are humiliating me! I will definitely trample you under my feet!" The bald man with an excited face pulled his hands fiercely With the clothes on his chest, veins all over his body, there was a ripping sound, the top was split, and five pieces of underwear made of strange materials were exposed, and then he unbuttoned the underwear with a grinning grin, and flung it back with one hand.

The underwear was thrown far away and landed on the fork of a big tree that required two people to hug each other. After a while of creaking, the big tree fell over!

Zhang Yang's expression changed, and the figure of the bald male cultivator appeared, and he yelled frantically: "The old monster said, as long as I release all the weight, my strength, speed and reaction will be fully improved, breaking the limit of the human body. In the ancient ignorant period, this could be called a 'god'! You—go to death!"

Zhang Yang's eyes were neither happy nor sad, and he took half a step back, the punch of the bald man almost missed his nose.

"This..." The bald man looked at his fist in disbelief, and gritted his teeth: "This is just a coincidence! Don't be complacent!"

A light curtain formed by a fist enveloped Zhang Yang in an instant!
The sound of countless air being exploded spread throughout the forest, but there was not a single hit.

Zhang Yang just stood on the spot, changing his steps constantly, avoiding all the attacks of the bald male cultivator.

No matter how fast the punch is, no matter how hard it is, if it misses the target, what's the point?
At some point, the bald man stopped punching, his body couldn't help shaking, he squatted down slowly, and hugged his head, with a look of disbelief and collapse of faith.

Zhang Yang looked at him indifferently for a while, then turned and walked towards the two women.

"Wait a minute, don't go. Are you number one in the outer sect? Let me ask you. If you can't get the reputation of being number one in the outer sect through such painful practice. What's the point of my hard training? You are better than me, you must be better than me. You have received more terrifying training, tell me, what is supporting you to work so hard?" The bald male cultivator covered his eyes and his voice trembled. It could be heard that he was only one step away from collapse.

Zhang Yang stopped and said slowly, "What is it?"

Zhang Yang thought of how he worked hard to earn gold coins. It was really hard work. He tilted his head and looked serious. He was about to answer when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the two women on the side. He seemed to have some enlightenment for a moment, and then he smiled brightly: "Of course it's for friendship and love." And peace!"

The bald man raised his head blankly and repeated Zhang Yang's words in a low voice: "Friendship? Love? Peace?"

He stood up straight in a daze, and saw Zhang Yang take out a mellow pill and stuff it into Yan Yunhai's mouth, and pulled him up. Eyes wide open.

He slowly spread his hands and looked at the palms, which were covered with thick calluses: "Did I practice wrongly?"

(End of this chapter)