In the hall, after the meal was finished, He Wude promoted Yiming to the seventh floor and told several core children about the matter of internal strength, and continued to explain that the external transmission was not allowed.

When everyone knew that He Yiming had broken through the sixth floor barrier quietly, they realized why the old man looked at him differently, and crossed his two brothers and directly allowed him to join the first seat.

A cultivator of the seventh level of internal strength and a young man who is only fourteen years old. If this news is leaked, it will definitely blow across the entire county town like the wind, which will bring a strong shock to everyone.

Three months ago, the second generation of the Xu family had an extra nine-level master, but in comparison, He Yiming's promotion would definitely be even more sensational.

After all, Xu Xiangqian is over forty years old. Even though he has been promoted to the ninth level, his life is probably over. But He Yiming is different. A fourteen-year-old cultivator at the seventh level has great potential. No one can be sure of what step he can finally go, but in a few decades, the possibility of being promoted to the tenth level of internal strength is almost certain.

In other words, this is already a foregone conclusion that the future ten-level internal strength practitioner is a practitioner.

After He Wude exposed the incident in the hall, he still took them back to the compound where he lived.

Back in the courtyard, He Wude asked with a smile: "Yiming, how have you practiced the Thirty-Six Styles of Creation?"

"My grandson has learned six of these styles. I dare not say that he is proficient, but he can only use them." He Yiming said respectfully.

He Wude nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's an innate combat skill. In just over half a year, it's amazing to be able to use it barely. Quan Yi, you will come to practice with Yiming to see how powerful this innate combat skill is."

"Yes." He Quanyi walked up with a smile. He just carried his hands on his back, and a momentum like the rising sun naturally surged up on his body.

Like He Yihai, He Quanyi is both a cultivator who is good at fire-based martial arts. However, compared with He Yihai, He Quanyi is much older, and even his internal strength is much more stable. Although he does not have the rushing momentum of the fire-based sea, this kind of charisma seems to be a ubiquitous sense of existence, but He Yihai is far from able to reach it.

He Yiming had just put on a rolling stone fist posture, and He Wude frowned and said, "Yiming, use the thirty-six ways to open the mountain."

He Quanyi also raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Yes, Yiming, just do your best, no need to be polite."

He Yiming smiled bitterly. The old man didn't know, but he knew the horror of this technique. At least in his opinion, with this technique, it was not difficult to challenge and win the battle.

If he really did his best, he might not be able to stop it.

He took a deep breath, and the internal energy flowed in his body, and instantly he had already gathered the seventh level of the gold system. Feeling the powerful internal energy flowing in his body, He Yiming raised his hands high, and a strong momentum as physically emerged from his body.

"Uncle San, be careful."

The expressions of He Wude and others changed slightly. Even Mr. He had never thought that using the seventh level of internal strength combined with the innate combat skills of the contract level could actually exert such a powerful momentum.

The smile on He Quanyi's face had long disappeared. At this moment, his face was covered with solemnity, which was in a strong contrast with the relaxed and freehand look at the beginning.

Before He Yiming's combat skills were played, everyone's hearts were inexplicably hung up.

With his feet standing with his eight characters, He Quanyi's hands slowly strode in front of him. Judging from his posture, it was clearly an unfathomable combat technique, but this technique should be mainly based on defensive power. Straws of internal strength rippled around him, and it actually had a posture that overflowed from his body, as if it was covered with a thick hard shell on his body.

He did not attack hard. First, the skills he practiced were mostly defense-oriented. Second, the old man also said that he mainly wanted to see the power of the gold-type secret book, so he took a complete defensive move.

However, He Yiming's posture fell into the eyes of the others, but each had different feelings.

Each of them put themselves into He Quanyi's situation, but suddenly they discovered that He Yiming's move seemed to be full of flaws, but in conjunction with his aura, he actually had a surging spirit of moving forward with a rather broken jade than a full tide. No one could stand in front of He Yiming at this moment.

This feeling was so strong that even He Wude felt a little chill.

He immediately realized that his grandson did not just learn this combat skill according to his own style, but had fully demonstrated the essence of this combat skill, the innate combat skill, the invincible aura of being arrogant and invincible in the world.

Even if his strength is not as strong as his opponent, his innate combat skills will never give up in terms of momentum.

But what they couldn't understand was how He Yiming could learn the essence of innate combat skills? Could it be...

Almost at the same time, a same idea emerged in everyone's mind.

Could it be that Yiming is actually a true golden genius? And the level of this genius has far exceeded their expectations.

He Wude and his descendants subconsciously looked at each other, and they actually read the corresponding cognition from each other's eyes. Mr. He's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a thought that was buried deep in his heart and that he thought it would be impossible to witness it with his own eyes in his life grew irrepressibly.

He Yiming raised his foot, his right support leg was as stable as Mount Tai, but his calf and thigh muscles trembled violently like cotton wool.

After shaking like this a few times, the powerful internal energy actually spread from below. Most people may not be able to understand it, but here are all practitioners with internal energy above the seventh level. From the frequency of shaking, they can feel the almost incomparable huge power.

He Quanyi's face became heavier and heavier. He had no preparation for such a magical method in advance.

He Yiming suddenly stepped hard on his right foot. With this action, his left foot stepped out, crossing several meters of distance like a meteor rushing to the moon, and quickly stepped forward...

One step, just one step, he came to the third uncle He Quanyi like a bird.

He raised his hands high and drove the sharp sound of wind to slash He Quanyi's head.

This attack was as fast as lightning. With him and He Quanyi as two points, this step was definitely going from the shortest straight line in the middle, without a single deviation in the middle. This move condensed all his energy and spirit to a point, and his two palms smashed them down like two giant axes to open the mountain.

He Quanyi's face finally changed, and his eyes also showed a look of horror.

Such power is actually such power. Is this the result of the internal strength of the seventh level?

Although he had experienced life-and-death struggles in his half life, and even saw the powerful power of his father's ten-layer internal strength. But it is undeniable that before this, he had never seen such a powerful combat skill, and this combat skill also contained a feeling of stooping. The two arms that seemed to have become truly invincible steel blades actually brought him the pressure and feeling of death.

He clasped his chest and quickly rotated. At this critical moment, He Quanyi still put aside the fear in his heart, and the aura on his body instantly became extremely hot. He had already used the fire-type technique he had practiced for decades to the extreme, giving people the feeling that he had turned into a burning fire ball.

However, He Yiming's palms slashed down one after another, like a big knife slashing into a pile of firewood, and cut it off.

With a loud bang, He Quanyi's body suddenly flew backwards like a kite that had broken.

A figure flashed, and there was another person next to He Quanyi. It was the old master He Wude. His skills were pulled and pulled, which offset all the internal strength of He Quanyi. However, the huge power was still far beyond his expectations. Even when he took the third brother to the ground, he was still affected.

He Yiming stopped and stood there, and there was also a look of extreme surprise in his eyes.

What he used just now was the seventh-level exercise and the sixth of the thirty-six ways of opening the mountain, which can be regarded as the power that can be exerted to the limit in the seventh-level exercise.

He originally thought that even if he encountered the third uncle of the eighth level of internal strength, he should be able to take advantage of this move. But no one expected that the power of this move was so powerful. Under the oppression of this move, He Quanyi could not even dodge, but was forced to fight with him. The result of the fight was that he was powerless to resist and was shaken away on the spot.

The internal strength and combat skills of the seventh level actually shocked the practitioners of the eighth level of internal strength. Moreover, looking at He Quanyi's pale face at this moment, he obviously suffered some internal injuries. This effect is really shocking.

Everyone's eyes once again focused on He Yiming, and even his biological son He Quanming was full of surprises.

Although the power of a palm is not earth-shaking, it is also a turn of hands to make clouds and rain, which makes everyone's evaluation of him reach another new peak.
Chapter completed!