Super System Plundering the Heaven

"Where am I?"

In a misty space, there is no way to distinguish between up and down.

Zhu Yuan's slightly illusive body stood out of the air, his face was confused.

"This is the illusion formed by the fantasies!"

A clear voice sounded in the misty space.

"Who? Who's there!"

Zhu Yuan was startled and looked around in a panic.

In front of Zhu Yuan, an upright figure pushed away the clouds and appeared in Zhu Yuan's eyes.

"Elder Ye Yu!"

Seeing the person coming, Zhu Yuan hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Ye Yu waved his hand and motioned for Zhu Yuan to get up.

"Is this a fantasy? What a magical place!"

Zhu Yuan looked around, and his eyes were full of clouds.

call!

With a single-handed wave, the clouds rolled like a tide, and returned to its original state after a short while.

boom!

With a flick of his fingers, Ye Yu sent a violent wind and fell on Zhu Yuan's head.

"Gaze!"

Feeling the pain in my head, Zhu Yuan just came back to this place.

"Sorry elder, I ..."

Ye Yu waved his hand, "It's normal to sink into the fantasy for the first time!"

"But now I have to concentrate on my mind. I will only perform Bajiquan once!"

Looking at Zhu Yuan, Ye Yu said in a deep voice, "How much you can understand depends on your own!"

"Yeah!" Zhu Yuan nodded his head heavily, widening his eyes and watching Ye Yu's every move.

Ye Yu nodded after hearing the words, "Come on!"

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, looming, a figure fisted out like a dragon, and the momentum was condensed like a mountain!

Eight pole fist, collapse!

Shake Kyushu and move forward!

Bajiquan, Tieshan!

Miserable like a battlefield fight, elbows like a gun!

Eight pole boxing, top elbow!

···

One-style octopus fist was cast from Ye Yu's hands, which made Zhu Yuan look fascinated.

Such a scene is not unique.

In the intermediate martial arts arena, every warrior's mind experienced this scene.

Wu League, training martial arts ground.

Bajiquan was silent before the stone tablet.

Under the shroud of fantasy, all the warriors were intoxicated and did not want to wake up.

"Huhhhh ... so amazing body style, so exquisite octopus fist!"

On the side of Ye Yu, Li Wuzhen took the lead out of the illusion and took a long breath.

"Master, is this the power of formation?"

A flash of shock flashed through Li Wuzhen's eyes, asking Ye Yu.

Ye Yu heard the words and shook her head gently, "More than that!"

"The real formation method has the power to change the world!"

"Phantom fans like this, in the eyes of the real formation, they are just children's toys!"

Li Wuzhen heard that his mouth widened slightly, and his face showed an incredible touch.

"how is this possible?"

"Is this magical formation just a kid thing?"

"What is the formation of that alliance?"

"As far as I know, even in Daomeng, there is no such magical formation!"

Li Wu is really unthinkable. If even Phantom Fans are just like this, then what other formations can enter Ye Yu's eyes!

"Brother, you don't understand."

"The method of formation is extensive and profound. What I am exhibiting is the most basic formation method!"

Ye Yu knew very well that this phantom fandom was nothing!

The Phantom Fan array is one of the three most esoteric formations in the preliminary solution of the moire formation.

The cloud pattern method is a preliminary solution, and once you hear the name, you know that it is definitely the foundation of the foundation!

The initial solution of the moire pattern is obtained from the floating cloud sect in different time and space!

And Fu Yunzong is the gate that stands on nine days!

The outer mountain guarding circle of the Jiulong Fuyun Formation is said to be the result of refining the breath of nine ancient dragons, and the endless moire pattern formation!

Its power is just a faint faint, it can make people mad!

And such a sectarian gate, in that world, is just a mid-level existence.

It is conceivable that it is not worth mentioning the phantom fandom that Ye Yu now has!

Li Wuzhen didn't know these contents, so he thought that the phantom fan array cast by Ye Yu was the top formation.

"What a stunning formation! What a magical illusion!"

Xiao Zhantian's sound of exclamation rang suddenly in the training ground.

Xiao Zhantian was detached from the illusion, his eyes looking at Ye Yu were full of admiration.

"Uncle Ye Yu, this formation is amazing!"

For Xiao Zhantian's praise, Ye Yu was not only happy, but even a little ashamed.

"Battle, this formation is really nothing!"

When Xiao Zhantian heard a word, the color of worship was stronger.

"Uncle Shi is domineering! Such a magical formation is nothing!"

Ye Yu, "..."

Shrugging, Ye Yu decided not to explain.

What can you say to a group of "illiterate"?

"Wow! Master, is this the magic of the East?"

Bella Swan's astonishing voice sounded.

Bella, who had always been so cold, changed her image at this time.

Red lips slightly opened, a pair of eyes that were originally full of majesty were even rounded.

"Master, I feel like I can hit a set of eight pole punches!"

Having said that, Bella Swan stepped forward with her right leg, and her left elbow lifted forward.

Huh!

A sharp whistling sounded, Bella Swan's elbow was quite powerful!

In addition to the strong physical fitness of the Prince Bella Swan-class blood race, the eight-pole boxing at first glance also increased the power of this elbow several times!

Lifting his punches, Bella looked at Ye Yu with excitement. "Master, how do you think of this trick?"

"It looks like it, just get started!"

Facing the excited Bella Swan, Ye Yu said indifferently.

"Ah? Just getting started!"

Bella Swan was disappointed when she heard what she said.

Li Wuzhen and Xiao Zhantian shook their lips as they listened to the conversation.

Still getting started?

How long has this been? It's just a few breaths.

From a clueless layman, he became the first glimpse of Bajiquan.

Isn't this enough?

Li Wuzhen and Xiao Zhantian secretly sighed.

This is not Bella Swann's talent, but Ye Yu's magical method!

The two can imagine that after these warriors break away from the illusion, the mastery of eight pole fists will definitely undergo a qualitative change!

In the martial arts field, on the stele on which the Eighth Boxing Sutra was recorded, an array of methods continued to shine with a faint blue light.

As time passed, the faint blue light became weaker.

"Hey···"

Ye Yu watched the change on the stele and sighed softly.

On the side, Li Wuzhen looked at Ye Yu in doubt.

"Why sigh?"

Ye Yu said softly, "Energy is running out!"

"I just ran out of the power of the thunder in the stele!"

"This is the status quo without Aura support!"

Ye Yu's eyes showed regret, "If there is aura support, the formation on the stele will definitely last forever!"