Chapter 51 Transformation

When many Linglong monks watched the battle progress in dementia, and even some people began to secretly analyze Li Mingyang's way of fighting and wanted to learn, a group of monks suddenly flew from afar.

Suddenly, a monk's sword flew over. Naturally, such a situation attracted the attention of many people, and many people suddenly looked over it.

A total of three sword monks came from the direction of Nanluo City. When they saw the costumes of the three, the Linglongmen monks' faces were much more calm. These three are all Linglongmen monks, and they are all monks who have been cultivated in the Qingling Realm.

"Brother Wu Hao." After the three landed, a peripheral disciple stationed at the Nanli mine quickly came forward to say hello.

Wu Hao, the leader of the three sword monks, looked at the welcoming door a little arrogantly and asked, "Why did you ask for help Yu Jian?"

"It's such a brother, Zhaoyunmen monks come to challenge us." The peripheral disciple did not dare to delay and simply told the whole story.

After listening to the other party's story, Wu Hao nodded and did not say much. Finally, he looked at the two people who were fighting and asked, "What's going on with them?"

"After Cheng Rong won, he still had to show his tongue here. As a result, the ghoul... Well, Brother Li Mingyang couldn't see it and taught him a lesson. As a result, he attracted a monk in the Qingling realm of Zhaoyunmen to take action. Now the two of them are fighting."

"The spiritual realm is one heavy?" Hearing this, Wu Hao thought of carefully observing the battle on the field. At this glance, a shocked look immediately appeared on his face.

As a monk in the spiritual realm, his eyesight is naturally more vicious than those present. Wu Hao saw at a glance how tough Li Mingyang's fighting style was, and with continued observation, he actually shed some cold sweat. At this moment, Wu Hao subconsciously guessed that if he was in Sun Rui's position now, how would he deal with it to get out.

Li Mingyang's battle did not break out much, but the victory was really too pestering. The monks who did not have domineering melee ability could only have the result of defeat when they met Li Mingyang.

"Yes, what was his name just now?" Wu Hao suddenly asked.

"His name is Li Mingyang, which is the ghost cultivation that can practice."

"Li Mingyang." Hearing the name, Wu Hao and the three of them suddenly looked at each other, and then the three said with an ambiguous look, "It's worthy of being the first little white face in Linglongmen. It seems that Xiao Xianzi has given him a lot of good things."

"The first little white face?" Hearing Wu Hao's words, the other Linglong monks present were all stunned.

Just as Wu Hao and others finished talking and laughing and preparing to adjust it, the form on the court suddenly changed. Sun Rui, who had always been suppressed bitterly, finally couldn't stand it. After finding a flaw, he directly sacrificed a magic charm to Li Mingyang.

"Worse, let's do it together!" Seeing this situation, Wu Hao shouted that it was not good, and the three of them were about to rush up with swords.

But at the moment Sun Rui took out the magic charm, Li Mingyang suddenly shouted, "Stupid, just wait for you!"

As soon as Li Mingyang finished shouting, he suddenly saw a green light flashing in front of him, and then he saw the green bamboo sword flying accurately to Sun Rui's palm as if it turned into a streamer. Sun Rui, who was still chanting the spell, had no time to react at all. He was directly pierced through the palm by the Qingzhu sword. After a scream, the magic charm in his hand was also grabbed by Li Mingyang.

Sun Rui, who has been suppressed by Li Mingyang, has a chance because Li Mingyang observed the signs of Li Mingyang's movements in the war. He seemed to want to take something out of the treasure bag to deal with himself, but there has never been no good opportunity. Seeing this, Li Mingyang guessed that what he wanted to take out was most likely a magic charm, so he made a plan and pierced his palm with a sword when the other party just took out the magic charm and was ready to use it.

Up to the beginning of the war, Li Mingyang has repeatedly used some spells three or four times, but he has never used the flying sword, just waiting for the critical moment to play a wonderful role. Now it seems that it is indeed a success. A sword seriously injured Sun Rui, and Li Mingyang came forward one after another to make up for a heavy punch. With the cooperation of natural magic power and mysterious power, Li Mingyang's gravity attack is the strongest killing move in his hand.

A heavy punch hit Sun Rui's body, and Sun Rui's injured arm suddenly became more exaggerated, and then he fell to the ground like a sandbag.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wu Hao and the three of them were all stunned with flying swords.

"What's going on? It's over?" Wu Hao asked incredulously.

"It seems so. The sword just now is too accurate."

"I feel that the punch is still the essence, and I always feel that his punch has at least a few thousand pounds of power."

Three monks in the Qingling realm looked at Li Mingyang as if they were looking at a monster, and their heads were a little blank for a moment.

But it is very obvious that it is not only the three of them whose brains are blank now. Even those who fight intuitively are collectively distracted when they suddenly see such a change. In fact, in the eyes of these people, Li Mingyang's performance is certainly eye-catching, but he lost without too domineering means of winning. Even if he can always fight in the extreme state, there will eventually be a time when his spiritual power is used up. In fact, his ability to persist in this state has exceeded everyone's expectations.

And once Li Mingyang is exhausted, what is waiting for him is the end of being severely **. Unfortunately, the change at that moment made the result of the battle appear in advance, and the winner was Li Mingyang, whom no one was optimistic about.

Looking at Sun Rui, who was punched away by himself, Li Mingyang finally couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth and smiled happily. Li Mingyang is not afraid of hardship. He is only afraid that his efforts will not be rewarded. The battle with Zhao Yan once made him hesitate, but now defeating Sun Rui makes it clear to Li Mingyang that as long as he continues to work hard, monks like Zhao Yan will also be trampled under his feet.

However, after winning, Li Mingyang became calmer. There was no sarcasm, no contempt, and no abuse. He just pointed to Sun Rui and said to the monk Zhaoyunmen, "Take it back quickly to heal him. His arm should be difficult to deal with."

After saying that, Li Mingyang turned around calmly. When he saw Wu Hao and the three, Li Mingyang was stunned at first, but there was no panic. His moves were hard practiced. There were no taboo moves. Naturally, he was not afraid of anyone who came to watch the battle.

He nodded politely to the three people, and then he dragged his tired body slowly to his yard.

"This boy just defeated a monk in Qinglingjing with poor strength, and dares to be so casual to us?" Thinking of Li Mingyang's identity as a ghost, one of the monks of Qinglingjing said dissatisfiedly.

Wu Hao suddenly grabbed him, shook his head and said, "Don't look down on him because of his ghost status in the future. Don't offend this kind of person."

"It's just a ghost cultivation. I took a chance to win a few games. Is that really the case?"

"Oh, why can't it be like this? Try to make friends with him. Maybe we will rely on him in the future.

"It's impossible, Brother Wu, don't laugh."

Wu Hao frowned and said lightly, "Don't say it's impossible. Anyway, people with strength always have to give some respect."