Young Martial God

Nangong Huanxue suddenly asked after a long silence.    

Ye Zhi was silent for a while and said indifferently, "Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable, I don't feel anything else."    

Nangong Huanxue raised her eyebrows and revealed a trace of surprise on her handsome face.    

Ye Zhi continued, "In Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm, strength is respected. Strength represents status and status. My goal is to be at the peak of martial arts. The ancient dynasty is my hometown, but it is just a stop on the long journey."    

"The change in status might cause me to be proud and vain, but if I don't possess a pure martial artist's heart, then I will never be able to reach the peak."    

"Martial artist's heart?" Nangong Huanxue glanced at Ye Zhi with a complicated expression. She muttered to herself and did not speak again.    

"This is your home. Do you still need servants?" The two of them walked into a courtyard. Nangong Huanxue looked around and said to Ye Zhi.    

"No need."    

Ye Zhi shook his head.    

"The elites of the Nangong family can enter and exit the martial arts hall above the battle field. They can receive five hundred taels of red silver monthly allowance and ten portions of First Level Spiritual Water. Someone will bring them over when the time comes."    

Ye Zhi slightly frowned. "How many elites are there in the Nangong family?"    

"There are four of you in Mist Cloud City." Nangong Huanxue said calmly.    

"Four people?" Ye Zhi was shocked.    

"On the Dragon Tiger Ranking, only I, Nangong Xuan, and Nangong Ming are elites. The rest are in the capital." Nangong Huanxue explained.    

"The standard of elites is at least Fourth Order Metamorphosis Stage."    

"It looks like I'm not qualified to be an elite." Ye Zhi said with a surprised expression.    

"In two months, all the elites will go to the city. You have to be prepared."    

Nangong Huanxue smiled and left the yard.    

"In two months, to the capital."    

Ye Zhi squinted his eyes.    

Meng family.    

All the elders gathered together, including Meng Ling.    

"From today onwards, no one is allowed to cause trouble for Ye Zhi. Otherwise, they will cripple their own martial arts and expel them from the family." Meng Ling scanned the crowd and said sternly.    

"It can't be?" Meng Feng stood up and looked at Meng Ling in disbelief. He was indignant. "Patriarch, why?"    

"That's right, Patriarch. Is the blood feud between Ye Zhi and the Meng family going to be over just like that? "What's the Meng family's face?" The number one elder of the Meng family said with embarrassment.    

Meng Ling's face was gloomy. He gritted his teeth and looked at the four of them.    

Boom!    

He punched the table and shouted: Don't tell me that Patriarch's words are useless?"    

Seeing Meng Ling's angry face, everyone could only remain silent, but they were all confused.    

What exactly happened?    

"I'll say it again. If anyone dares to touch the one surnamed Ye, cripple their martial arts and expel them from the family." Meng Ling looked at the four of them with a cold expression and then disappeared from the hall.    

The four elders' faces were deathly pale. None of them recovered from Meng Ling's words.    

What exactly happened? Would the clan head make such a decision?    

Meng Feng gritted his teeth. His eyes were red, and he was extremely angry.    

Ye Zhi, you have harmed my son. How can I let you go?    

So what if you are expelled from the family?    

...    

"I'm afraid that going to the capital city in two months' time will result in a fierce fight because of my identity. The elites are at least Fourth Grade Metamorphosis Stage, so I need to quickly improve my cultivation base."    

Ye Shao sat in the courtyard with a frown on his face.    

It was Nangong Huanxue's. Nangong Huanxue's words made him feel a great deal of pressure.    

Putting aside the one year agreement, he was not qualified to be an elite.    

"Within two months, I need to break through to the Metamorphosis Stage realm."    

Clenching his fists tightly, Ye Zhi walked out of the courtyard.    

With his current strength, he could at most compete with a peak Blood Soul Stage warrior. Let alone the top three elites of the Dragon Tiger Ranking, even if he were to fight Nangong Yu again, he might not be able to win.    

"Martial art, I only have a divine dragon leg. It's very limited, I still need to learn some suitable martial arts."    

Ye Zhi thought for a while and went to the battlefield.    

He stepped into the battle field again. There were only a few people inside. The big hole in the roof of the fighting arena had been repaired, and the arena had been replaced.    

Everything seemed to have never happened.    

"Yo, that's Ye Zhi, right?"    

"Be quiet. He is an elite. He is on equal footing with Miss Xue."    

"F * ck, but he is only a Sixth Rank of Blood Soul Stage. How can he be an elite? This is really unfair!"    

"Tsk, don't forget that he has another identity, a 1-star Spirit Wielding Cultivator! That triple effectiveness spiritual water was refined by him, and if he offended him, then... Hehe.    

"Then he wouldn't have heard what I said, would he?"    

...    

Ye Zhi smiled as he listened to the discussions. He went up to the second floor.    

The second floor of the battle arena was the martial arts dojo.    

As soon as he reached the door, Ye Zhi raised his eyebrows. Outside the martial arts dojo, an old man was lying down.    

"cultivator of One Thought Stage?"    

Sensing that man's unfathomable aura, Ye Zhi's heart tightened.    

"You are Ye Zhi?"    

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Zhi.    

"Yes." Ye Zhi was startled and nodded.    

"Sixth Rank of Blood Soul Stage, interesting. Please come in." The old man muttered to himself, then waved his hand to indicate that Ye Zhi could enter.    

Ye Zhi took a deep breath and quickly entered the martial arts hall.    

In the martial arts dojo, there were dozens of half-height jade tables, each of which was filled with martial arts manuals.    

"So many, I'm afraid there are hundreds or thousands of them."    

Looking at the vast martial arts dojo, Ye Zhi took a cold breath.    

"Low level martial arts, middle level martial arts, high level martial arts, there are actually high level martial arts?" Ye Zhi stared at the three categories. When he saw the highest level martial arts, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but walk over.    

"There are only three advanced martial arts."    

There were three jade platforms in front of him, and each platform had a book of martial arts.    

High level martial arts, each book was priceless. The Nangong family was a big family, so it was not bad to have three books.    

Ye Zhi looked at the three jade tables, licked his lips, and picked up the martial arts on the stage.    

"Mountain Breaking Palm."    

"High level and low level martial arts are like mountains and seas. They are unpredictable, hard and gentle. They are not inferior to high level and middle level martial arts."    

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up. This Mountain-Rending Palm could be said to be perfect. The combination of strength and movement technique allowed one to release great strength without being able to judge.    

"Truly worthy of being a high ranked martial art. It is indeed powerful. If I master it well, I'm afraid I'll be able to fight against it." Ye Zhi licked his lips, his eyes burning with passion.    

Looking at the row of palm strikes for a long time, Ye Zhi gritted his teeth and placed the Cloud Pushing Palm back on the stage.    

"Let's look at other martial arts."    

"High-ranked low-ranked martial arts. Dance wildly."    

"Wild Dance?" Ye Zhi had a strange look on his face. He quickly thought of the scene of a man flirting.    

Yo!    

He trembled. This was clearly a martial art for women to learn.    

He put down his frenzied dance and looked at the book next to him.    

"Heaven Dragon Fist? It's very domineering." Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes and flipped open his dragon fist.    

Qi blood turned into spirit, spirit fire turned into dragon, becoming the heavens, fist breaking the sky... "    

"Yo, what a terrifying Fist Skill."    

Looking at the introduction of the Heaven Dragon Fist, Ye Zhi took a deep breath and was extremely excited. This Fist Skill was even more powerful than the Mountain Rending Palm.    

"Yo, incomplete scroll?" Ye Zhi was stunned when he saw the back of the scroll.    

Such a powerful Fist Skill was actually an incomplete scroll. The entire scroll seemed to be a set of Fist Skill. The back of the book was gone.    

While he was excited, he was also disappointed.    

"Heaven Dragon Fist, hehe, I can't believe I can see it here." Unparalleled Old Devil said in surprise.    

"Evil Venerable, have you heard of this Fist Skill before?" Ye Zhi asked in surprise.    

As a Martial Venerable Stage, Unparalleled Old Devil had actually heard of this Heaven Dragon Fist. It was unbelievable.    

"This Fist Skill is extraordinary. It was created by a genius cultivator of Unforgetful Stage. It even caused a war in Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm."    

"The cultivator of Unforgetful Stage was created?" Ye Zhi's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Heaven Dragon Fist with a surprised expression.    

However, when he remembered that it was an incomplete scroll, he could only smile bitterly. "Evil Venerable, this is just an incomplete scroll."    

"A broken scroll. Hehe, I have the complete Heaven Dragon Fist." Unparalleled Old Devil said proudly.    

"Evil Venerable, why do you have it?" Ye Zhi was stunned.    

"Back then, that brat created this Fist Skill and got my help. How could I not know? It's a pity that that brat's luck was bad, and he was surrounded and killed by a group of experts. What a pity!"    

Ye Zhi did not have the mood to listen to what Unparalleled Old Devil said. He enthusiastically asked, "Evil Venerable, do you think..."    

"Stop. I know what you want to do. But this Fist Skill is not something you can refine. When you break through to the Third Rank of Metamorphosis Stage realm, you can ask me for it."    

Only those above the Third Rank of Metamorphosis Stage realm can cultivate it. How powerful is this Fist Skill?    

Ye Zhi guessed, but slowly put down the Heaven Dragon Fist. His gaze returned to the Firmament Palm.    

He could only choose the Firmament Palm.    

Although the Firmament Palm Strike was not as terrifying as the Heaven Dragon Fist, it was still a very powerful high-level martial art. If he mastered it well, his cultivation would increase by at least 30%.    

Picking up the Mountain Palm Strike, he walked outside.    

In front of the Martial Arts Library, the old man saw Ye Zhi holding the Mountain Palm Strike and frowned, "You actually took a high-level martial art?"    

"Senior, can't you choose a high level martial art?" The old man's tone made Ye Zhi very confused.    

"As an elite, of course I can learn advanced martial arts. However, if you want to practice the Mountain Palm, you have to at least reach the Metamorphosis Stage realm, while you are only at the Sixth Rank of Blood Soul Stage realm."    

"If you want to learn martial arts, you must be careful not to have a higher heart than the heavens."    

The old man looked at Ye Zhi and said coldly.    

Ye Zhi heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that the old man had good intentions, but even though he was only a Sixth Rank of Blood Soul Stage warrior, he had spiritual power. Besides, he had made up his mind. He said, "Thank you for your advice, Senior. I will still use this Mountain Palm."    

"Whatever."    

The old man sighed and handed the Mountain Palm to Ye Zhi. "Advanced martial arts. Take it back within three days. If you lose it or lose it, you will be severely punished."    

"Also, don't leak it."    

"I know."    

Ye Zhi bowed, took the Palm of the Racing Mountain and went downstairs.    

"He came down."    

"Now we have a chance. Nangong Yu is here as well. A few days ago, Ye Zhi beat him up like a pig's head. I wonder if the two of them will fight when they see each other."    

"Ye Zhi is no match for Nangong Yu. I'm afraid he used some kind of ultimate skill to defeat him that day."    

...    

On the stairs, Ye Zhi frowned as he stared at a human figure.    

Nangong Yu.    

At this time, Nangong Yu was in the field, staring at Ye Zhi who was coming down. His eyes were burning with anger and hatred.    

"Ye Zhi, even if you become an elite, you won't be able to change your background. You are a servant, a servant!"    

Envy and hatred were burning fiercely. Nangong Yu actually shouted at Ye Zhi.    

Ye Zhi's brows furrowed tightly, and a fierce look emerged in his eyes.    

This man was getting more and more detestable. He looked like a mad dog.