Zongwu: Open a clinic in Xueyue City and become a saint by curing diseases!

In front of Xueyue City, the plain stretches endlessly.

The setting sun pours down like molten gold, coating this vast land with a brilliant golden red.

The stunning duel between Ye Lin and Wang Xianzhi quietly kicks off on this extremely gorgeous stage with a red sky.

With Wang Xianzhi's low and majestic roar,

His aura surges like a raging wave, as if he were a god of war returning from an ancient battlefield.

Every step he takes is accompanied by the roar of the ground cracking and the landslide, and the cracks on the ground spread to a depth of three feet.

Therefore,

Wherever he passes,

the ground is covered with intricate cracks, like a huge spider web.

On the other hand, Ye Lin, his figure is as light as a willow in the wind, and he lands leisurely from the top of Xueyue City with a free and easy posture.

In this decisive battle, he did not intend to rely on the powerful force of the Cangsheng Sword, which was almost "cheating", nor was he prepared to use a weapon like the Bian Stone that could subvert the rules.

Isn't Wang Xianzhi a martial artist?

Then use the power of martial arts to fight Wang Xianzhi.

Barehanded!

The two were a hundred meters apart.

Wang Xianzhi's muscles were tense, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Suddenly, he jumped up like a thunderbolt, and his figure was like an arrow from a string, rushing straight towards Ye Lin.

The battle,

officially started!

When approaching Ye Lin,

Wang Xianzhi suddenly threw a powerful punch, and the punch was so fierce that it seemed to distort the surrounding space.

Facing this scene, Ye Lin looked calm, and his figure lightly moved to the side, like catkins floating in the wind, cleverly avoiding this fatal attack, and letting Wang Xianzhi's figure pass by.

Then,

He turned around leisurely,

a touch of admiration flashed across his eyes,

obviously giving high recognition to Wang Xianzhi's strength.

"Wang Xianzhi, your strength is indeed well-deserved." Ye Lin said softly, with some real praise in his tone.

A small detail can reveal a big picture, and a glimpse of the whole picture can reveal the whole picture.

Wang Xianzhi's punch seemed ordinary, but in fact it contained unfathomable power.

Moreover,

it seemed to have a little aura lock.

If it were Li Chungang, Sui Xiegu and others,

I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to dodge. If his understanding of martial arts had not reached a very high level, it would be difficult for him to deal with it so calmly.

Wang Xianzhi's attack missed.

Turning around, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon he returned to a cold expression.

"Are you mocking me for not living up to my reputation?"

"If it were someone else, they would not be qualified."

"However, since you said so, I will accept it calmly. After all, you can easily avoid my first attack."

Wang Xianzhi seemed to really take these words to heart and seemed to care about them.

Ye Lin felt a little helpless, but did not explain much.

He just waved his hand lightly and said calmly: "Go on."

Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly,

As if this was a silent response,

Then, he launched a more fierce attack again.

This time, his fist became more violent and violent, like a mad dragon out of the sea, vowing to tear the surrounding space into pieces.

His moves were open and closed, and every punch contained a mighty power like a tidal wave, intending to completely defeat Ye Lin.

However,

Ye Lin was like a swallow in the storm, with a light and agile figure.

He could always dodge and resolve the dangers one by one with his extraordinary acumen and ingenuity at the moment of danger.

However,

Ye Lin did not intend to dodge all the time.

After dodging Wang Xianzhi's iron fist again.

The true energy in his body surged like a tide, and his palms suddenly pushed out, colliding violently with Wang Xianzhi's fist in mid-air.

The two shocking forces collided suddenly, erupting with a deafening roar, and the dust on the ground was swept up by this force, forming a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

Seeing this, the people watching the battle around them

retreat in fear, fearing that they would be affected by this devastating force.

They stared with wide eyes, staring at the two looming figures in the sandstorm - Ye Lin and Wang Xianzhi. The two were like two majestic lions, confronting each other fiercely in the sandstorm, magnificent and breathtaking.

On the top of the city,

Ye Ruoyi and others were extremely nervous.

Ye Ruoyi's eyes were fixed on the center of the battle, praying silently in her heart.

"The boss should win..."

Although she didn't say it out loud,

her inner worries were surging like waves.

Jiao Liqiao also stared at the center of the battle, and a trace of worry emerged in her heart.

Although she had a certain confidence in Ye Lin's strength, she still couldn't calm down completely when facing an opponent like Wang Xianzhi.

After all,Wang Xianzhi is extraordinary. He is recognized as the top martial artist in the martial arts world, and no one can match him.

If Ye Lin can defeat Wang Xianzhi, he will naturally be promoted to the strongest martial artist in the world.

Xue Songguan quietly played the piano on the side.

She followed Ye Lin's instructions, and the melody of "Pozhenqu" sounded melodiously between her fingertips.

Although the sound of the piano was beautiful, it could not hide her inner worries.

She repeatedly felt the pressure that shook the world, and almost couldn't help but look up at the battlefield, but in the end she resisted the urge and continued to focus on playing.

She silently cheered for Ye Lin with the melody taught by Ye Lin.

Yue Shen stared at the center of the battlefield, her heartbeat accelerated, and sweat oozed from her palms.

Although she also believed in Ye Lin's strength, she still couldn't stay calm in the face of a peerless strongman like Wang Xianzhi.

The other women on the top of the city also held their breath and waited, and the tense atmosphere seemed to solidify the air.

They all prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that Ye Lin could return safely.

This battle was not only a contest of victory or defeat, but also a fierce competition for the title of "No. 1 in the World" by the strongest in the martial arts world.

No matter what the result is, the winner will leave a glorious mark in the history of the martial arts world.

However,

As people from Xueyue City,

they naturally hope that Ye Lin can win this victory.

In the center of the sandstorm.

Two figures suddenly moved again.

To be precise, the sandstorm swept again.

The sandstorm stretched out its "long tentacles" to the sky, as if it wanted to directly connect the sky and the earth.

The sandstorm became more and more intense,

raging like a doomsday scene, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouding the entire world in a dim yellow.

Its scale was so large that it seemed to be able to swallow everything and cover up the scene outside Xueyue City.

The strong wind mixed with sand and stones, like a sharp blade, cutting the air and making a harsh whistling sound.

The trees were uprooted and swept into the sandstorm.

The earth was covered with thick sand and dust,

losing its vitality and color.

The people who were watching the battle outside Xueyue City had to retreat and retreat to Xueyue City to avoid this destructive force.

After all,

watching the battle is watching the battle.

But the premise is to save your life!