Chapter 183 Golden Tai Chi Diagram

"...Murong Chengfeng can be called a Qilin son of the Murong clan, with a high status."

"... Before awakening the Xuanwu Spirit Body, he was gentle and kind, like a gentleman. But after awakening the Xuanwu Spirit Body, he became violent, cruel, and capricious."

"...among them, he is the water master, and he is also vaguely called the quasi-master of water."

"...His 'Xuanwu Transformation' technique can be said to be at the pinnacle, and even his distant ancestor, the 'Shuize Great Sage', was full of praise..."

On a boat traveling across the lake, kites and red lips parted slightly.

At this moment, she was explaining to Fang Yang the information about Murong Chengfeng.

One pile, one piece.

Fang Yang nodded silently and responded with a sentence or two from time to time to express his doubts.

During this process, the character model of Murong Chengfeng became more and more perfect in his mind.

At this moment, a trace of confusion flashed across Sen Yuanying's white face:

"It's just that for some reason, Murong Chengfeng is particularly disgusted by others attacking the sides of his chest. Maybe this is where his destiny lies?"

Disliked by others attacking the sides of his chest?

Fang Yang was a little confused when he first heard it.

Because for cultivators with Xuanwu spirit bodies, the defense on both sides of the chest should be particularly powerful.

"Yes, I remember." Fang Yang nodded.

Although he couldn't find a reason, it didn't bother him to take advantage of this to plan for Murong Chengfeng.

The lake ripples and cruise ships dock.

Accompanied by Sen Yuanyuan, Fang Yang once again arrived at Fengming Library Pavilion in Yulei Holy Academy.

Fengming Library Pavilion is antique and has nine floors.

Here, there is a dazzling array of jade slips of various heritages.

While Fang Yang was walking slowly, he picked up the jade slips one by one to look at them, and then quickly put them down.

"Blank, blank...still blank..." Fang Yang sighed inwardly.

During this dream period, he had been to Fengming Library many times.

But every time I come, I always get very little.

Among them, he found that most of the jade slips could be read with gusto by Sen Yuanyuan, but he himself was blank.

When he asked Sen Yuanyuan, Sen Yuanyuan could not fully express the true meaning contained in the jade slips.

Through this, he immediately understood that perhaps due to the restrictions of the dream world, these inherited jade slips and other things would not be allowed to be inspected by him at all.

He suspected that it was most likely because the source of his bloodline, Fang Nian, didn't like reading! !

He expressed contempt for such behavior.

But fortunately, he couldn't check most of the jade slips, but he could still check a small part of the jade slips.

"The mysterious realm, open."

When he finally discovered that there was writing on a jade slip, Fang Yang did not hesitate to open up the mysterious realm to increase his understanding.

Day by day, day by day.

As the day of finalizing the rankings approached, Fang Yang was immersed in Fengming Library, silently accumulating.

Half a month before the final day of the ranking, black and white energy flowed around Fang Yang, and a picture of Yin and Yang Dao fish appeared behind him.

Later, chains of thunder and fire appeared on his body, forming a battle armor, making him majestic.

Under Sen Yuanyuan's unbelievable gaze, the two merged into one.

The fish and the sky eagle were entangled and circling crazily.

Finally, there was a golden Tai Chi image behind Fang Yang.

Golden Tai Chi diagram!

His ultimate move has transformed once again!

"Daoyu, Tianying... I didn't expect to transform at this time. It will happen two days faster than I expected."

Fang Yang lowered his eyes and thought deeply: "Coupled with the powerful energy and strength that I have derived from refining the sacred material [Heart of Black Kun and Water Moon], I think I can break Murong Chengfeng's bastard shield. "

…

Not long after, Fang Yang arrived at the martial arts arena again.

He submitted documents and formally challenged Murong Chengfeng.

The sky was dark and covered with dark clouds.

On this day, the martial arts arena was bustling with activity.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yang was wearing battle armor and holding a battle spear in his hand.

Opposite him, Murong Chengfeng held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.

Murong Chengfeng looked ferocious: "I didn't expect you to have the courage to challenge me to a fight. Don't worry, I will chop your handsome face into mincemeat with one knife."

As he spoke, he waved the golden-ringed sword with his right hand, making the tiger strong and powerful.

Coupled with his huge size, it can be said that the child stopped crying and Dong Zhuo was resurrected.

"Meat mince?"

Fang Yang smiled calmly: "Then you'd better chop off your own bastard."

Immediately, a sharp aura rose rapidly from his body.

Visible to the naked eye, a layer of red fire rippled from the tip of his spear, spreading mightily to the surroundings, becoming even more domineering!

Such behavior made Murong Chengfeng so angry that five Buddhas ascended to heaven and his six orifices were blocked.

Murong Chengfeng roared angrily and quickly activated his momentum, causing the azure water light to spread, trying to overwhelm the red fire light.

But no matter how hard he tried, the two rays of light were still about the same, and even the red flame was a little stronger.

In other words, Fang Yang has a weak upper hand!

Such a performance immediately shocked everyone.

"This, this, this, Murong Chengfeng can't suppress him, it's too exaggerated!"

"This seems strange, but it is actually reasonable. After all, he is the master of the two major schools of fire and thunder, and the attack power of these two schools is superb."

"Is it reasonable? This is so reasonable. Murong Chengfeng is still a Xuanwu spirit, a perfect spirit..."

At this moment, everyone felt Fang Yang's growth very intuitively and was shocked.

Especially Mu Ri Xi Ning, whose face was extremely pale, stared at Fang Yang blankly, "Could it be that I didn't satisfy you that day?"

Mu Ri Xi Ning was confused. Who is the direct descendant of the saint?

"Dong——"

Just as the noise was disturbing in the field, a gong sounded like thunder.

Afterwards, under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yang and Murong Chengfeng attacked their opponents at the same time.

Fang Yang thrust out a spear, and the spear was hidden with the transformation of thunder carp and fire eagle, bursting out extremely fierce thunder and fire power, which was extremely fierce.

Seeing this, Murong Chengfeng's eyes were deep, and a black tortoise phantom jumped behind him.

He immediately met the shield in his left hand, and gathered the big knife in his right hand to accumulate power. The majestic water wave power surged in front of him, isolating one side.

Boom!

The red spear pierced the Xuanwu shield, and the thunder, fire and water waves intertwined continuously.

What was surprising was that Fang Yang sank Murong Chengfeng's body, forcing Murong Chengfeng to switch from offense to defense and use the golden ring sword to rescue.

This unexpected scene simply made people look stunned.

Fang Yang's physical strength was even stronger than Murong Chengfeng? !

"This is too exaggerated, how could the Xuanwu spirit be so unbearable?" A certain Tianbang strongman was surprised.

Not only him, many people saw this scene and rubbed their eyes, thinking that they had seen something wrong.

But the reality is that Fang Yang relied on his unparalleled blood and strength to directly eliminate the gap between the first-class spirit and the perfect spirit.

For a while, the field actually showed a side of fatal moves, but maintained a weak balance.

Even Fang Yang was slightly in the upper hand!

"Mother!"

Sen Yuanyuan's face was mixed with joy and worry: "Now, you should finally believe Fang Lang, right?"

Mother Sen gently waved the sleeves of her palace skirt, gathering clouds to continue to cover the figures of mother and daughter.

She looked at Fang Yang's figure, which was as agile as a dragon, and nodded gently: "It's really good, but it's too early to say that we will win."

Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

Because the changes on the field happened again, the situation suddenly changed!