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  Outside the Dragon Spring, in a small valley between the outer mountain ridges, a group of young people gathered.

  Everyone was dressed in white clothes with red cuffs and a pattern of suns.

  The first person also wore white clothes, the difference lies in the fact that the cuffs had gold edges.

  However, the most eye-catching place is still the faint scars on his face. The scars are already very shallow and almost invisible, but the young man can still feel the burning pain on his face, just like at first.

  Especially when there is someone in front of him, with a straight gaze staring at the scar on his face, Chongyuan Long only feels that the wound that no longer exists hurts even more.

  Behind Xuan Yuan Long's back, a group of Taiyi Holy Cult disciples all lowered their heads, eyes looking at their noses, noses looking at their hearts, maintaining silence.

  The young man who had been whipped with a bamboo stick by Yan Zhao Ge before didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

  In front of everyone, a man in white stood upright, expressionless and staring at them.

  The man in white was not very old, about twenty-five or six years old, but he had a big beard, looking fierce and rough.

  "Has her whereabouts been found?"

  Chongyuan Long said: "Outside the Dragon Abyss, in the Lu Liao mountain range, someone has seen her."

  The man in white nodded and Chuang Yuanlong continued: "Just received news, Master Meng also came out of the mountain gate and is heading this way."

  "Don't bother about Meng's sister." The man in white clothes remained expressionless, but his words suddenly took a sharp turn: "You were all beaten to this state by Yan Zhao Ge alone?"

  Hong Yuanlong fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "This time, it was our family that lost, and we have nothing to say. This humiliation will be personally avenged in the future!"

  A young disciple looked at Huang Zhonglong and whispered: "Xiao Shixiong, are you going to..."

  A white-clothed man with a big beard hummed: "I will naturally go and meet Yan Zhao Ge first."

  He smiled and said: "Among the four masters of the world, this Guang Cheng Gongzi is the most useless."

  "But now, without even crossing the border, you can actually beat up Shangguan Zuo like this, it's really beyond my expectations."

  Xuanyuan Long's face sank and he didn't speak. The other Taiyi Holy Cult disciples' faces, however, showed a hint of expectation: "Shao Shixiong, are you going to make your move?"

  The person in front of him was named Xiao Sheng, who was older than Chuang Yu Long by a bit, had been practicing for a longer time than Chuang Yu Long, and currently his cultivation was also higher than Chuang Yu Long's by a lot. He was already at the late stage of the External Fajin realm.

  Like He Xuanwu and Yuan Long, they are the top geniuses of the Great Sun Holy Religion, standing at the pinnacle of their respective age groups and martial artists in their current realm.

  But the difference lies in that although Chongyuan Long was a genius, he had no background and was only recognized by his elders as outstanding, so they put effort into cultivating him.

  Xiao Sheng was similar to Yan Zhao Ge, his maternal grandfather was a senior elder of the Taiyi Holy Sect, a top-notch strongman at the level of an old master.

  Those who are listed as one of the Four Young Masters of their time, apart from having exceptional natural talent, also come from families with outstanding reputations.

  The son of Taiyi Shengzong, also known as Pu Zhao Gongzi, and Guangsheng Gongzi Yan Zhao Ge are collectively referred to as the Four Young Masters of the Time.

  Because of his relationship with Pu Zhaogongzi, Xiao Sheng was not included in the list of four Gongzis, which has always been a small heart disease for Xiao Sheng.

  He had always looked down on Yan Zhao Ge, the youngest of the four selected.

  However, due to the length of practice time and age reasons, the one who has been comparable to Yan Zhao Ge is always Chuang Yuan Long, but he can't make a move because of his boundary.

  "What's known as a rich young master was just a joke before." Xiao Sheng smiled slightly coldly: "Now it seems, I underestimated him?"

  "You continue to help me find people, once there is a definite result, I promise that nothing will be missing."

  "I'll go to Linshui City to weigh it and see how many catties the Yan Zhao song is worth?"

  …………

  Since the end of the inquiry, Yan Zhao Ge has been staying in Lin Yuan City, occasionally entering Zhen Long Quan to practice and hone his Qi by borrowing its chaotic energy.

  Apart from practicing in Zhenlongquan, usually in Lin yuan city, Yan Zhao Ge did not relax.

  In the quiet room, Yan Zhao Ge stood on the ground, made a fist, and his entire demeanor changed in an instant!

  His posture looked a bit comical, like a big ape, but all over Yan Zhao Song's body was a fierce and bloody aura, his muscles bulging one by one, the tendons under his muscles jumping non-stop, as if a suppressed dragon was rolling around.

  In an instant, a person seemed to transform into a primitive ancient ape, ferocious beyond compare.

  Yanzhao Song nodded in satisfaction: "The Six Spirits Magic Fist is indeed a good martial art."

  Liu Ling Mo Quan, was the top martial arts school in the Temple of Gods before the Great Destruction, originated from the ancestors' observation of six powerful magical beasts, and later gradually evolved into a secret transmission of magic path.

  Liu Lu Quan Fa, any one of them is an unparalleled martial arts ultimate skill.

  Yanzhao's current body has already reached the realm of a grandmaster, transforming internal energy into aura, and even reaching the late stage of inner aura.

  But in Yan Zhao Ge's view, at the time of refining the body boundary, the foundation laid down still has room for improvement.

  So he specially chose the Six Spirits Devil Fist and re-trained his muscles and bones.

  A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Since crossing over to this world for the second time and becoming the new master of this body, Yan Zhao Ge has been doing such training.

  Huang Yu Long, who was previously evenly matched with the original owner of the body, is now being beaten by Yan Zhao Ge like a dead dog. It's not that he's too weak, but rather that Yan Zhao Ge's current improvement is all-around.

  It's not just the swordsmanship that is more exquisite, but also the vision and physical foundation are stronger.

  After practicing the Great Ape Demon Fist, Yan Zhao's body shape changed and he finished another set of fist moves.

  With a low hum, Yan Zhao Ge's entire body muscles contracted, and under his skin, countless large tendons twisted together, supporting his already tough skin membrane, making it even stronger.

  However, it was another Six Spirits Demon Fist, Ling Xi Demon Fist, originating from the ancient magical beast Hongyuan Giant Rhinoceros, with a defensive power that is among the best in the world.

  After the Lingxi Magic Fist, it transformed into the Dinghai Spirit Fist. Yan Zhao's song was like a sculpture, sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless and still.

  But underfoot, the ground was eerily shaking, as if it had suddenly turned into a water surface.

  The water's surface is sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent, making it difficult to fathom.

  Like a giant turtle, four heavenly pillar-like legs stepped into the sea, like four nails that pinned down the waves of the boundless ocean, not a single wave was stirred.

  This giant turtle has immense power at first glance, but its temperament is extremely gentle, like a high monk in meditation, very patient and not showy.

  Having practiced Dinghai Lingquan, Yan Zhao Ge rises, and the fist changes again.

  The mighty ape demon fist that was previously practiced was fierce and violent, like a raging stormy fire, a tsunami, and an avalanche, taking the path of utmost yang.

  The boxing at this moment is small and agile, with fingers moving in and out like spinning silk, gentle as a breeze asking willows, taking the most soft and quiet path.

  Tian She Wang Quan, also one of the six spiritual magic fists. When Yan Zhao Ge makes a move, his arm wraps around and flips inward, combining with his breathing to produce a "hissing" sound, like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue.

  It's not that Yan Zhao Ge intentionally imitated, the sound was completely natural and came out on its own. When Yan Zhao Ge practiced his fist in the house, it seemed as if he had raised a big snake inside, constantly making hissing sounds.

  And this hissing sound is not born of fierce energy, but comes purely from the flesh.

  The Yan Zhao Song at this moment is practicing boxing, without moving a bit of internal energy and aura, it's purely tempering the flesh and bones.

  Several routes of boxing had been connected in one go, and the Yan Zhao song stopped, but did not rest, instead re-sitting cross-legged on the ground.

  "The refinement of the sealed aura in the Dragon Spring has been sufficient, everything is ready, so let's take this step today."