Everyone was shocked by the speed of the weapon spirit.
Wu Heng and Xie Chenan on the sidelines immediately realized that they had not yet fully exerted their strength in the battle against the weapon spirit. They frowned and became worried about Ye Lan.
They all knew that Ye Lan had been in a coma for seven years and his cultivation had not yet improved. If they rashly confronted his Yuan Dan body, they would most likely be beaten to the point where they would be unable to fight back.
The other guests were also worried, so when the two sides touched faces, many people exclaimed in surprise.
"careful!"
Before he finished speaking, the weapon spirit had already raised his fist.
The punch, which was packed with the huge energy of the Yuan Dan body, caused the surrounding air to vibrate, with a faint sound of explosion, and fiercely attacked Ye Lan's exquisite and flawless face.
Everyone gasped and subconsciously closed their eyes, not daring to look, thinking that the scene of blood splattering on the spot would be too cruel.
But at the critical moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl's figure flashing out of the corner of his eye. She actually dodged it?!
"Huh?"
The practitioners all widened their eyes slightly, with a look of surprise on their faces.
Logically speaking, Ye Lan is only a half-gold body, so it is impossible for him to avoid the attack of the Yuandan body.
But the fact is, she not only avoided it, but also did it with a light posture, looking effortless.
The weapon spirit was stubborn in nature. If it missed its target, it would keep pursuing. Its punches came out faster and faster, the explosions became louder and louder, and even sparks were released afterwards.
Ye Lan did not run far away and was always not far away from it.
However, as his body twisted and turned, the spirit of the weapon was unable to touch even a single corner of his clothes.
"Ah, stop and don't move!" The spirit of the weapon was almost mad, pointing at her and making unreasonable demands like a three-year-old child.
Ye Lan could have ignored it, but he stood still after hearing it. When the next punch was about to fall, he just turned his head to avoid it. The next second, he pushed his palm outwards and pressed it on the opponent's shoulder blade.
boom.
The weapon spirit's punches were already fierce, and the force of its shoulders was incredible. Suddenly, it collided with another force. The combined force of the two made it impossible for its body to withstand, and it was knocked several meters away.
Ye Lan still stood there, slowly retracted his palm, and said calmly: "I'll teach you a trick, what is called using the opponent's force to counterattack."
When the weapon spirit heard this, it thought she was mocking it, and became even more furious. While repairing its shoulder, it pounced on Ye Lan again.
Seeing it was reckless, Ye Lan shook his head, stood in a stance, his body was as still as a mountain, his brows were calm, the moment he met the fist, he grabbed it, the Yin and Yang Bagua appeared under his feet, his movements were as steady as Mount Tai and extremely mysterious.
The spirit of the weapon felt as if the force of its fist was taken away as soon as it approached the girl in front of it, hitting cotton. Its body was moved involuntarily, and its limbs began to become uncontrollable.
"What did you do to me?!" It wanted to break free from the grip, but it couldn't muster any strength. It stared anxiously, and with its pair of eyes filled with heavy eyeliner, it looked at Ye Lan like some scary monster.
"If you only have brains but no intelligence, you'll be taught a lesson sooner or later." Ye Lan walked with it slowly, keeping their bodies close together. He smiled faintly and said, "I'll give you your first lesson. Let you experience the dangers of society."
Weapon Spirit: “!!!”
The next moment, it was thrown into the air.
There was silence for a while before there was an uproar.
"Amazing! How did Master Ye do that just now?"
The crowd started a heated discussion and consulted the Xuanmen Association and Emperor Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty.
President Yu, a veteran of the martial arts world, had just recovered from his shock and exclaimed in amazement, "If I'm not mistaken, that should be Baguazhang. It's also a lost martial art in China. Using the Bagua as a footwork formation, one can transform into an infinite number of forms, allowing the entrant to enter their territory and become invincible."
"You can say that as long as you are in her formation, you can't touch her."
Modern people know very little about these things, and in recent years most of them have been obsessed with practicing internal skills to improve their cultivation level, and have long stopped touching martial arts techniques.
So when you suddenly see it, you will find it profound and mysterious.
The fall was not serious, but it left a psychological trauma on the weapon spirit. After standing up again, it did not dare to approach Ye Lan to attack.
Ye Lan was still standing in the open space, hands behind his back, looking at it with a clear and calm expression, "If you can't beat it, just admit defeat. It's not shameful."
"Who wants to admit defeat!" The spirit of the weapon gritted its teeth in anger, thinking that Ye Lan's attitude was really hateful. Its emotions were temporarily carried to the extreme by Julie's body. The aura of its whole body surged, and it was actually trying to get rid of the insect.
Seeing it forcibly peeling off itself, Ye Lan frowned and shouted softly: "Don't do anything stupid."
"It's none of your business!" The weapon spirit blushed, half of its body had already left its body, and the power of its Yuandan body gushed out, sweeping along the way. The carpet burst, and everyone was blown away by the airflow.
It launched a final attack at Ye Lan, using all its strength.
Ye Lan was also afraid that it would result in a lose-lose situation, so his face darkened and he instantly released his cultivation. The aura of his Yuan Dan body spread out, and the two air currents collided in the open space, forming a whirlwind.
Buzz, the lights above my head flickered violently.
Ye Lan's palms met with the weapon spirit's, and a gully immediately appeared on the ground.
Then Ye Lan formed a seal with his other hand with lightning speed and pointed it at the center of the weapon spirit's eyebrows.
"Heart Purification Mantra, broken!"
The weapon spirit was in a trance for a moment, then its wrist was grabbed and its entire body was pulled away from the human body.
The bright and tall tri-colored horse was flying in the clouds, its expression still dazed. Ye Lan, who had pulled out one of its hooves, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, and adjusted the reins hanging on the side again.
The second characteristic of wild horses is that they can only be tamed on horseback.
"Whoa!"
The spirit of the weapon sensed her intention, struggled desperately, and raised its front hooves to try to throw the person off.
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