"Ha..." A violent roar came out of He Yihai's mouth, like a thunderbolt from the sky, making people's hearts numb.

With this loud roar, his movements suddenly became much faster, and his whole body seemed to be going crazy, and his aura also increased to the peak. There seemed to be countless palms in the sky, covering the opponent with a sudden overwhelming appearance.

However, He Yixuan, who fought with him, was still unmoved at all. A set of palms in his hands was perfect. He Yiming could even sense that a small vortex had formed around him. No matter how powerful the sea was, it would be without a return.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, He Yihai could no longer support such a strong consumption. As soon as he closed his palms, the shadows of the palms disappeared.

After He Yihai stopped, He Yixuan did not take advantage of the victory and stood intently, but a faint smug look flashed in his eyes.

He Yihai sighed and said, "Third brother, it's so boring to fight with you."

Of course, ordinary people don’t understand what he meant, but He Yiming and several elders in the family knew it well. As a fire-type cultivator, he actually met a water-type cultivator, and the strength of the two sides was actually almost the same. In this case, He Yihai was of course extremely depressed.

He Yixuan smiled and said, "Second brother, if you practice wood-type martial arts, wouldn't you be better than me?"

He Yihai raised his thick eyebrows, glared at his eyes, and then laughed, and there was a smile on his faces of He Wude and others. The third brother's words were purely joking. It was not so easy to practice other attribute techniques. Unless he was an idiot, or like He Yiming, who was trapped in a certain level peak state for a long time, he would try to practice other techniques.

However, this will only happen at about the fifth or sixth level. If you practice a certain skill and reach the seventh level, basically no one will choose to give up.

Of course, there is another legendary situation where even a top master may change his main practice skills. That is, when you get a super powerful secret book for internal energy majoring in your hand, you may have a hot mind and modify this kind of martial arts. However, people with this kind of luck are rare, and basically an extinction.

He Quanyi shook his head slightly and said, "Yihai, if you lose, go down. Yiming, it's your turn."

He Yiming smiled bitterly in his heart. It was finally his turn. He stood up, took a deep breath, and walked forward with a steady pace.

However, at this moment, He Wude said: "Wait a minute, Yixuan, come down and let Yihai and Yiming go, right?"

The old man's words immediately aroused everyone's curiosity, especially those in the second and third generations of the He family who had reached the sixth level of internal strength, all looked surprised, and looked at the old man with a deep confusion.

Although He Yihai lost to He Yixuan in the competition, it was not because his strength was not good, but because his martial arts were restrained by the other party. As we all know, He Yiming practiced the golden martial arts. If he fought with Yixuan, both sides could be said to rely on their strength, but if he fought with Yihai, wouldn't he be defeated by him?

For a moment, these people exchanged glances and couldn't figure out the old man's thoughts.

But since it was out of the old man's mouth, naturally no one dared to object.

He Yixuan walked down for no reason, blinked at Yiming twice, and said softly: "Be careful."

He Yiming nodded heavily and made a reassuring gesture to him. To be honest, with his current internal strength of up to 80%, how could he really take this competition seriously? The only thing hesitated was how much strength he should have.

After stepping into the center of the venue, He Yiming suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Although he had participated in boxing performances before, more than a hundred people took action together. At this moment, he and He Yihai stood here, but they were eagerly gazes from hundreds of people. This feeling was very new for a fourteen-year-old boy, but it was also a lot of pressure.

His face turned slightly red, and his internal strength slowly flowed. His heart, which was originally beating like a deer, slowly calmed down. He came to He Yihai, clasped his fists and saluted: "Second brother, please show mercy."

He Yihai opened his mouth and smiled and said, "Xiao Liu, I won't show mercy."

He Yiming looked in surprise, and saw He Yihai rubbing his hands a few times and said, "In the past two years, he has been defeated by him every time. The two of us join forces are not the boss's enemy. I have lost enough. This time I meet you, I must win."

He Yiming shook his head and smiled bitterly. The second brother still had such a hot and straightforward temper. No wonder he could choose fire-based martial arts.

At He Quanyi's order, both sides concentrating and holding their breath at the same time, facing each other from afar.

He Yihai roared, his palms dancing like flying, mixed with the strong sound of breaking through the air and slapped towards Yiming.

Of course, the New Year competition between the same clan cannot be a life-and-death battle. The He Yihai brothers fought for a long time, but in fact they did not consume much internal energy. At this moment, they also had a lot of power, and even a hint of red appeared on their palms.

He Yiming's face was solemn. He also made a mistake in both fists. The sixth layer of gold-type internal strength was immediately exerted to the extreme. The rolling stone fist flew up and down, and the figures of the two instantly intertwined together, making a lot of fun.

Under deliberate control, He Yiming's internal strength never exceeded the sixth level. Similarly, the power of the Rolling Stone Fist was always controlled above and below the sixth level. However, after a while, the eyes of He Wude and others changed slightly.

When He Yiming flew over, his whole body actually had a solemn and thick feeling. And as his fist power was exerted, in the eyes of these internal strength above the sixth level and above and above the martial arts skills, he seemed to be more and more like a huge rock.

The huge rock was spinning in place and slowly rolling towards the front. Although the speed was not fast, it never slowed down in this direction.

The three brothers He Quanxin looked at each other and all were filled with surprises.

They have seen that the reason why He Yiming's boxing gives people this feeling is that he has thoroughly understood the true meaning of this set of rolling stone fist, which makes them feel like they are seeing the rocks churning.

As solemn as a stone, as tumbling as flying, this is the biggest mystery of the Rolling Stone Fist.

However, although everyone knows the essence of this set of boxing, few of them can truly master it among all those who practice the gold-based martial arts. With the experience and insight of the three brothers, there are definitely only a handful of people who can exert the Rolling Stone Fist to this level.

They immediately thought of He Yiming's killing of Hu Bin half a year ago. It seemed that this was not entirely a lucky thing.

He Yihai became more and more depressed as he fought. The sixth brother practiced the gold-type martial arts, but in theory, he should have been restrained by his fire-type martial arts. Moreover, it was only a year since the sixth brother was promoted to the sixth level of internal strength, but now when he was fighting, he was at a disadvantage again inexplicably.

He Yihai's face became faintly hot. He lost to his third brother because of the mutual restraint of martial arts. But if he lost to his sixth brother again, his face would be completely lost.

As soon as he thought of this, He Yihai's face suddenly became extremely solemn. The moves in his hands changed. Every punch was mixed with a hot wind, and even his skin began to turn red.

He Yiming suddenly felt the pressure doubled, but unfortunately, his experience was not enough to let him know what kind of martial arts the second brother was performing, but this set of martial arts actually made him feel uncomfortable when he was exerted. It can be seen that this set of martial arts must be the second brother's ultimate move.

When his rolling stone fist reached this point, he actually felt like he was about to be broken. He immediately understood that this was because of insufficient boxing power.

Several thoughts suddenly flashed through my mind, and suddenly an extremely strange thought emerged.

He Yiming did not raise the Rolling Stone Fist to the seventh level of power, nor did he perform the thirty-six styles of the mountain, but instead changed the Hunyuan power that was running in his body to the ripple technique.

The next moment, He Yiming's movement seemed to have become a little relaxed. The boxing technique in his hand had not changed, and it was still the golden boxing technique that was rolling like a rock, but there was a little more like a swaying water, endless momentum in the process.

He Wude and others were stunned at first, then widened their eyes, and their eyes were full of horror.

In their opinion, He Yiming's boxing technique actually changed that puzzled them. This was obviously a rolling stone fist in the metal system, but when used, they felt a feeling of endless surging like a flowing river.

This is absolutely incredible. When did the Jin-type martial arts actually produce the feeling of water-type martial arts? They looked at each other and felt that the world was too crazy...

He Yihai, who was in it, suffered a lot. His boxing technique, which he tried his best, was like he was trapped in a quagmire and could no longer break free. After a moment, he yelled and shouted, "Stop fighting."

He Yiming immediately pulled his palm back. He had just combined the water system internal strength and the gold system combat skills, but he had an unexpected effect. However, he saw his second brother get angry and quickly retreated far away.

He Yihai looked at Yiming with breath, and the more depressed the expression was, the more depressed he felt.

"Lao Liu, you are really good, I lost."

Except for several people like He Wude, everyone was in an uproar. No one could have imagined that He Yihai, who was still in a state of great spirit just now, would actually admit his failure.

While everyone was talking in a low voice like sparrows, a young man in white stood up and came to the center of the venue, saying aloud: "Sixth brother, let's try it."

Suddenly, the entire backyard was silent. The person who spoke about challenging was the first of the three generations of children.
Chapter completed!