As soon as the two forces of inner strength touched each other, He Yiming's feet bounced back as if they were loaded with springs. However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he once again jumped up. Moreover, like a big monkey, he once again flew towards Lin Taoli, unwilling to give up.
However, this time, Lin Taoli was prepared in advance. He wouldn't just stand there and be a target anymore.
His feet suddenly moved quickly, taking a set of strange steps on the ring that was ten meters in diameter.
He Yiming's gold attribute cultivation method was strong, and he had also comprehended the essence of this cultivation method. However, no matter how strong his strength was, if he couldn't hit the enemy, he was still helpless.
However, He Yiming wasn't anxious. He retracted his palm and controlled the inner strength around his body, waving it continuously.
Rolling Stone Fist, this set of fist techniques that he was most familiar with, was waved out to his heart's content.
Below the ring, He Quan Ming and his brother looked at each other, their eyes filled with extreme surprise.
Although they were extremely optimistic about He Yiming, they still didn't expect this child's talent to be far beyond their imagination.
The essence of the gold attribute displayed by that palm was like a huge rock that was smashed into the heart of a lake. It made their emotions fluctuate, and it was difficult for them to control themselves.
The two of them subconsciously looked around, and at the same time, they saw the shock, jealousy, and even a hint of danger in the eyes of the others. In their hearts, they had already made up their minds. Once they returned to the He family, they would inform the old man of He Yiming's performance here. The old man would probably be happier than them.
Rumble …
As He Yiming's fist technique became stronger and stronger in the ring, the movements of both sides became more and more dangerous. However, for some reason, even under such circumstances, they gave people a feeling that they were handling a butcher's cleaver with ease. It was as if they weren't engaged in a life and death battle, but were taking a leisurely stroll, walking side by side.
These two people's control of their strength had reached a terrifying level. Until now, not a single drop was wasted.
Suddenly, Old Master Xu Yinjie opened his eyes. A ray of light flashed and then disappeared. He said, "Nephew Quan Ming."
He Quan Ming was startled. He hurriedly turned his head and said submissively, "Senior Xu, what are your orders?"
As long as the He and Xu Families didn't fall out with each other, the relationship between the two families would always be in a harmonious state. Therefore, when he heard Old Master Xu's call, He Quanming had to carefully maintain the corresponding etiquette.
"The He Clan is indeed full of talents. Apart from He Yitian, there's another dragon or phoenix among men. Congratulations."
He Quan Ming hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Many thanks for your praise, but Yiming, this child, is only slightly accomplished."
Xu Yinjie shook his head and said, "I just want to know what level your son has reached."
As soon as he said this, everyone at the same table pricked up their ears. Even He Quanyi was no exception.
He Yiming and Lin Taoli fought for a while. Not only did He Yiming not show any signs of losing, but his attacks were incomparably fierce. It seemed that He Yiming had turned the tables and had a strong advantage.
Although everyone knew that Lin Taoli didn't use the ninth level of his internal strength, it was still surprising that he could fight to this extent. Therefore, everyone doubted whether He Yiming's internal strength was at the peak of the seventh level as the rumors said.
Of course, everyone only doubted because no one would believe that a fifteen-year-old youth could cultivate to the eighth level of his internal strength.
He Quan Ming hesitated for a moment. Looking at the gradually increasing power of both sides in the ring, he suddenly understood that even if he hid it now, it would be exposed later.
Nodding heavily at the Xu family's old man, He Quanming proudly said, "Senior Xu, Yiming does have some talent. Half a year ago, he already broke through the limit of the seventh layer and advanced to the eighth layer of inner strength."
Although his voice wasn't loud, in the ears of some people in the hall, this sentence was undoubtedly like a thunderclap. It almost completely shattered their confidence.
Especially the younger generation of the Xu family. Their faces were ashen and their eyes were blank.
He Yiming's seventh level of internal strength was like a mountain that heavily pressed down on their hearts, making it difficult for them to resist or surpass him. But He Yiming, a fifteen-year-old youth, actually had the cultivation of the eighth level of his internal strength half a year ago. They, who were determined to surpass He Yiming, felt that their future was bleak. There was almost no light to speak of.
Old Master Cheng and Cheng Jiahui also looked at each other. The shock in their eyes could be imagined. At this moment, the only thing they were thankful for was the marriage alliance with the He family.
Everyone knew that the He family had one more peerless genius. Once this genius grew up, he would definitely be able to change the current situation of the three major families in Taicang County.
Especially when this genius had the possibility of entering the Xiantian Realm, it became even more important.
Cheng Jiahui's eyes turned. He was already calculating if there were any girls in the younger generation of the Cheng family who were of suitable age. If they could become in-laws with He Yiming, then the Cheng family would be as stable as Mount Tai in the future. However, his brows immediately furrowed. In the Cheng family, there really weren't any girls of suitable age. More importantly, with He Yiming's age and cultivation, he didn't believe that He Quan Ming would agree to the marriage so easily.
Below the stage, the crowd's thoughts were running through their minds, but it didn't affect the two people in the stage at all.
He Yiming punched and kicked, releasing the power of the Rolling Stone Fist bit by bit. This fist technique's greatest characteristic was that its power could be continuously accumulated. As long as one's internal strength could be maintained, then the accumulated power would be enough to grind down any enemy and crush them to pieces.
Not only that, when He Yiming was fighting, he seemed to have an almost innate sensitivity to the changes in the field. Every time Lin Taoli's cultivation method slowed down, he would suffer a fierce attack, and many times he would force his opponent to use the Crouching Earth Seal, his family's special skill.
Through constant contact with the Crouching Earth Seal, He Yiming had a general understanding of this technique's usage.
He was increasingly certain that this cultivation technique was not limited to just this one move. However, for some unknown reason, Lin Taoli kept using this one move over and over again.
He didn't know if He Yiming only knew this technique, or if he disdained to use the rest of the techniques, but this mysterious technique was enough to offset all the accumulated power of the Rolling Stone Fist.
However, every time He Yiming came into contact with the Crouching Earth Seal, he became more and more aware of this technique. It was like a chef who had been immersed in cooking for decades. When he ate a mouthful of a delicious dish, he would silently think about how the dish was cooked. The more he ate, the more he knew.
Although He Yiming became more and more anxious, he felt more and more refreshed. Moreover, he knew that this was his only chance to experience the Crouching Earth Seal so openly. Therefore, his fist technique became more and more compact, not giving his opponent any chance to escape.
The more Lin Taoli fought, the more depressed he became. Since the start of the fight, he hadn't even taken the initiative once.
When he fought with Xu Xiangqian, although his opponent's Blazing Fire Technique was unparalleled, it was as if a demon had descended to the mortal world. However, under his Water-type technique, he was able to attack and defend with ease, advancing and retreating as he pleased.
Now, under the Rolling Stone Fist, which was far inferior to the Blazing Fire Technique, he felt helpless, as if he was bitterly resisting but was unable to escape.
At this point, he finally understood that above the seventh level of inner strength, he would not be able to escape no matter what.
His face turned slightly red. Although he didn't want to oppress his opponent with his strength, if this continued, it would be even more embarrassing.
He suddenly roared, and the aura on his body surged wildly.
At that moment, he finally raised his inner strength to the eighth level.
The increase in inner strength was accompanied by a multifold increase in the power of his attacks. Simply put, his strength increased, his speed increased, his reaction became nimble, and his body became as tough as steel, no longer resembling a human's.
Instantly, under the support of the eighth level of inner strength, even though it was a Water-type technique, when Lin Taoli used it, it became vigorous and vigorous. Lin Taoli, who had been suppressed for too long, suddenly felt as if he was alive and kicking, and jumped around.
However, this feeling only lasted for a few breaths before it completely disappeared.
This was because he suddenly realized that just as the power of his technique increased, the power of He Yiming's technique seemed to have increased as well.
The increase in the power of the Rolling Stone Fist was like boiling a frog in warm water. There were no shocking changes, but just like this, the power of the Rolling Stone Fist had already been gathered, and it just so happened to suppress him by a level.
The eighth level, he suddenly understood that this was definitely the power of the eighth level.
His eyes suddenly narrowed. This fifteen-year-old boy wasn't at the peak of the seventh level, but a true master who had reached the eighth level.
In a trance, he felt as if there was a huge piece of metal in front of him that was constantly spinning around him, giving him a feeling that he couldn't break it, couldn't kick it, and couldn't get rid of it.
This feeling of being stuck with plaster seemed to be the specialty of Water-type techniques, but today it was perfectly interpreted by a metal-type genius.
He faintly felt bitter in his heart. In the Lin family, he was a genius that everyone looked up to, but only today did he understand that in the small Taicang County, there was actually a genius that was absolutely not inferior to him!
PS: Strongly recommend the second day, please recommend me, thank you …
Also, today, White Crane accidentally saw that Toad started a new book.
"Fairy Gourd" is Wandering Toad, one of White Crane's favorite authors in Qidian. Back then, White Crane was attracted by his Tianpeng Zongheng.
Toad's foundation is absolutely unquestionable, and the book is very good. Brothers, go read it. If you are disappointed, come back and scold White Crane.
The link is below.
[Book id = 1475169, Book name = "Fairy Gourd"]
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