"It's Zhao Qiang, the golden-robed disciple of Jutao Peak. He's a lackey of the Young Sect Master and has been coveting Xue'er from Spiritual Medicine Peak for years."
"That's right, Xue'er didn't say she had any relationship with him. She's so shameless."
"But he has the support of the Young Sect Master, and I heard that he opened the fifth desolate gate some time ago and stepped into the upper realm. He was designated as a core disciple by the Giant Wave Peak. We should not interfere."
The disciples behind him scorned and criticized him, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.
"Xue'er, it's me, open the door!"
Zhao Qiang came to the door of the cabin and knocked on the wooden door.
Inside the wooden house, Xue'er had just recovered from her shock when Zhao Qiang's urgent voice suddenly rang out outside the door, as if he was about to rush in at any moment.
At this moment, Li Siyuan was still practicing his skills. What would happen if Zhao Qiang found out?
Xue'er took a deep breath and said through the door, "Zhao Qiang! How many times have I told you not to disturb me while I'm refining the elixir? If you take another step forward, I'll tell Master!"
"Oh, Xue'er, don't say that. I just came to see you..." As he spoke, Zhao Qiang suddenly pushed open the wooden door, stepped into the wooden house, and looked around the house.
Xue'er shouted, "Zhao Qiang! Get out!"
Zhao Qiang didn't care and pushed Xue'er down and broke in alone.
"Ah!" Xue'er fell to the ground, making a sound of pain. The little white bear beside her roared wildly, but its body was weak and could not withstand the power of Zhao Qiang, and was kicked away by Zhao Qiang.
"No matter what treasure or elixir it is, it must be extraordinary to be able to cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth. If I can bring it back and give it to the young sect master, the young sect master will definitely reward me handsomely, hahaha~"
Zhao Qiang thought happily in his heart, feeling the direction of the surging spiritual energy flow, and rushed directly into the cabinet of the wooden house, but just in time he saw Li Siyuan absorb the last breath of spiritual energy and finish his practice.
"Li Siyuan?"
"Why are you here? Didn't I throw you down the mountain to feed the wolves?"
Zhao Qiang's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.
In his impression, Li Siyuan should have been eaten by the wolf!
"Oh? It was you who threw me down the mountain to feed the wolves?" Li Siyuan opened his eyes, his eyes were like those of a demon dragon, and a terrifying aura swept over him.
For a moment, Zhao Qiang's breathing froze. What kind of look was that? Could it make someone fall so deeply into it, unable to extricate themselves?
But he quickly shook his head and recovered, shouting, "Great! So you're not completely dead, you're still alive. It's a good thing I came here today, otherwise if the Young Sect Master knew you were still alive, I'd be in trouble!"
Zhao Qiang was glad that he broke in and found Li Siyuan, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Well, you do have something going on today."
Li Siyuan said lightly.
Zhao Qiang sneered indifferently, "Hmph! Do you still think you're the Qingyun Sect genius you once were? The Young Sect Master stripped you of your Holy Dragon Battle Qi, and I drained your Eight Gates. Now you're nothing but a worthless piece of shit. And I, Zhao Qiang, absorbed your Eight Gates and successfully helped me open the fifth Desolate Gate, allowing me to enter the Higher Realm! Killing you is as easy as swatting a fly!"
"Really?"
"Are you questioning this? Well, today I'll make sure you die completely and clearly!"
Teng!
Zhao Qiang raised his heavy hand, took several steps forward, and slammed out with his palm. The powerful palm force weighed more than four thousand pounds and hit Li Siyuan's forehead directly!
During the period of opening the eight gates, Qi cultivators basically relied on the power of fists and flesh-to-flesh punches. The strength of an ordinary lower-level Qi cultivator could increase by 500 kilograms for each gate opened, while the strength of a higher-level Qi cultivator could increase by 1,000 kilograms for each gate opened. It can be seen how huge the difference is.
Of course, there are also some Qigong practitioners who are physically strong or have different cultivation methods, and there are also great differences in strength.
The force of Zhao Qiang's palm was enough to break more than 4,000 kilograms. It can be seen that his innate strength is far superior to that of ordinary upper-level Qi Refiners who have opened the fifth valve.
Woo woo woo!
As the humming sounds of breaking through the air continued to ring out, Li Siyuan slowly turned up his palm, and black air filled his palm. After he pushed out his palm, a huge force rushed out like a floodgate opening, and it was more than five thousand pounds!
Bang!
Snap!
There was a sound of bones cracking, Zhao Qiang's pupils suddenly shrank, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His body was struck by lightning and flew back several meters, smashing the tables and chairs behind him to pieces.
"Lower realm... four, four doors are all open! How is this possible!" Zhao Qiang squirmed violently on the ground, his face filled with shock.
He had clearly emptied Li Siyuan's eight gates, so why did the four Heavenly and Earthly Profound Yellow Qi gates appear in Li Siyuan's body now? Moreover, the power of only four gates was enough to make him, a Qi-refining master at the upper level who had already opened five Qi gates, unable to withstand a single blow!
"Impossible! You must die today!"
"Double Wave Palm!"
Zhao Qiang stood up in rage, clasped his palms together, and poured the spiritual energy in his body into his palms. Then he slapped Li Siyuan fiercely with one palm after another.
Bang bang bang!
Invisibly, the sound of eight waves surging was heard!
The palm shadows rolled like huge waves, each palm breaking the wind, and each palm was more powerful than the last.
There are eight palms in total in the Layered Wave Palm. The first palm has a force of three thousand pounds, the second palm has a force of four thousand pounds, and the third palm can reach five thousand pounds...until the eighth palm, the palm force can exceed ten thousand pounds!
Seeing eight palm shadows coming towards him, Li Siyuan narrowed his eyes and eight dark pupils appeared immediately.
Under the Eight Extremes Demonic Pupil, the speed of Zhao Qiang's Wave Palm seemed to slow down instantly. Each palm strike was broken down and reconstructed before being deduced and perfected...
"The third-grade martial art, the Folding Wave Palm, which can only be practiced by the Gold-Robed disciples of Giant Wave Peak... is not used like this!"
After saying that, Li Siyuan's body, which was sitting cross-legged, suddenly jumped up from the bed, and his palms quickly hit out with "bang bang bang". Driven by the spiritual energy in his body, his palms rose and fell with "hua hua hua", and the sound of huge waves rolling came from his palms, and it sounded eight times in a row!
Within the limit of time, he also delivered eight palm strikes, each of which was terrifying in momentum and far more powerful than Zhao Qiang!
Boom boom boom!
Sixteen palm shadows from the two men collided with each other, generating a huge wave of spiritual energy that swept across and shattered the doors and windows. All of a sudden, Zhao Qiang's palm shadows also exploded one by one.
The bed shook, and Li Siyuan's body returned to the bed in a cross-legged sitting position, his demeanor calm and composed.
As for Zhao Qiang, after eight violent collisions with Li Siyuan's palms, his arms were numb and trembling, his bones were broken, and his body could not help but retreat repeatedly. He stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.
"How come you also know the Stacking Wave Palm? Did you steal my Jutao Peak's martial arts?" Zhao Qiang covered his aching arms, grinned, and said in shock and anger.
"No, no, no... Ju Tao Peak's Layered Wave Palm only has eight palms, but my Layered Wave Palm has one more than yours..."
As he spoke, Li Siyuan suddenly rushed down from the bed and rushed in front of Zhao Qiang. In his raised palm, the ninth sound echoed like the rolling waves!
Bang!
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