Chapter 651 Zhao Yang, Don't Let Me Down

boom!

Zhao Yang pushed horizontally with one hand, and the strong palm smashed the air.

Ling Lie's wind pressure swept away towards Xing Meng.

Faced with the palm of the sky, Xing Meng couldn't help but feel despair in his heart.

Is this the strength of a seventh-grade martial artist?

I can't even stop him with a palm!

Xing Meng looked at Zhao Yang's palm like the top of Mount Tai, and his body was stunned in place.

"Xing Meng, remember! It's not your warrior level that limits your combat power, but your beliefs!"

In a trance, what Ye Yu said to Xing Meng resounded in Xing Meng's mind again.

"belief?"

Xing Meng muttered in a low voice, his rigid body trembled slightly, his eyes drooped slightly, his mind was restrained, and he did not pay attention to Zhao Yang's palm.

"This is Li Wuzhen's nephew? Known as the eight extreme tigers?"

A look of contempt flashed in Zhao Yang's eyes, and he said in a disdainful tone, "You dare to be distracted during the war, I'm afraid you're going to be frightened! The eight extreme tigers are nothing more than that!"

boom!

In the deafening sonic boom, Zhao Yang's palm print was about to be printed on Xing Meng's chest.

"belief···"

Xing Meng slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "I think I understand what my uncle said!"

Roar!

Tiger Roaring!

A slightly illusory figure of a tiger and beast appeared behind Xing Meng, and let out a terrifying roar.

"Eight extremes collapse!"

The veins on Xing Meng's forehead collapsed, blood surged like a tide, and the phantom of the tiger behind him wrapped Xing Meng's body and smashed into Zhao Yang's palm.

boom!

In a terrifying explosion.

A dark shadow flew out.

Deng Deng Deng

Xing Meng landed on his feet, and after taking a few steps back, he finally stopped.

"blocked!"

Xing Meng's eyes radiated an astonishing flash, looking at Zhao Yang's stopped figure, a radiant smile appeared on his face.

"Do you believe in martial arts?"

Zhao Yang watched the phantom of the tiger behind Xing Meng gradually dissipate, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, "It seems that Li Wuzhen taught well!"

"Do not!"

Xing Meng shook his head and said solemnly, "This is what Ye Yu taught me. What determines a person's combat strength is not rank, but belief!"

Snapped!

Ye Yu patted Xing Meng's shoulder, with satisfaction in his eyes, "Well done! Leave it to me next!"

"Zhao Yang, you have been promoted to a seventh-rank martial artist, and you are not at home to celebrate, but you came to me specifically, but I am a little flattered!"

Ye Yu raised his head, looked at Zhao Yang, and there was a hint of playfulness on the corner of his mouth.

A cold look flashed in Zhao Yang's eyes, "You injured Gao Qiang?"

"Not bad!" Ye Yu asked with great interest, "Do you want to avenge him?"

Zhao Yang snorted coldly, "You are very good to be able to defeat the sixth-grade dandan martial artist at a young age!"

Ye Yu shrugged and said casually, "I can't be praised by you, I can only say that Gao Qiang is too weak!"

"Boy!" Zhao Yang's face was gloomy, and he shouted, "Don't think that you can hurt Gao Qiang to be arrogant!"

"Invincible can't do it." Ye Yu said indifferently, "But it's not a problem for you to win!"

"Crazy! I'll let you know how big the gap between Rank 6 and Rank 7 is!"

boom!

As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, he slapped Ye Yu again.

Ye Yu's expression did not change, he raised his palm and blocked Zhao Yang's blow.

"Zhao Yang, if you're just like this, then I'm really disappointed!"

Ye Yu looked at Zhao Yang with a look of disappointment in his eyes, "It's useless for you to take the dragon's blood to advance to a seventh-grade warrior, and you can't even make me move at all. Are you really a seventh-grade warrior?"