But now, Fang Yu also faces the troubles of happiness.

There are so many spells, and they all feel powerful. Which one is more suitable to use to deal with the group of warriors in front of me?

"In short, I have to choose the weaker ones to test the water." Fang Yu thought, "There are a total of eighteen test subjects in front of me now. This kind of opportunity is rare. I must use more techniques now."

, so as to determine the degree of my integration with heaven and earth."

After the idea was finalized, Fang Yu quickly selected a technique.

Overlord Palm.

This technique is Lin Batian's own technique.

After Lin Batian invented his own technique, he was so excited that he took it to Wanshu Pavilion, which specializes in evaluating the grades of techniques, for evaluation.

However, the result was far from what Lin Batian expected.

The Tyrant Palm, which took two years to create, only achieved a mid-grade grade.

Lin Batian was very angry at the time, thinking that he was being targeted by Wanshu Pavilion.

"My technique is so exquisite and powerful, it must be at least top grade! How can it be middle grade?" Lin Batian asked the ranking elder of Wanshu Pavilion.

"Your Majesty's Overlord Palm has a simple technique, but its movement is extremely unsmooth. The most important point is that after our testing, after using your technique once, you can actually use more than two-thirds of the true energy!

This is a fatal flaw, and should have been directly rated as low-grade. But based on my friendship with your master, I am willing to upgrade you to a higher grade... As for whether you accept it, then it is none of my business." Comment

Elder Jie said.

Lin Batian was so angry that he told Fang Yu the secret of the technique and asked Fang Yu to try it out and test it.

But at that time, Fang Yu could not operate the Tyrant Palm because he could not integrate the heaven and the earth.

"What happened 2,800 years ago can finally be verified today." Fang Yu thought to himself, "I want to see if Tyrant Palm can boast as well as you do."

Fang Yu raised his left palm and faced the group of elite warriors below.

At this time, this group of elite warriors finally regrouped and attacked Fang Yu again!

One of the warriors in the Martial Saint Realm took the lead, holding a long sword in his hand and surrounded by light blue Qi, and rushed towards Fang Yu.

"The test subject is you." Fang Yu's eyes were slightly stern, and he aimed his left palm at the person rushing towards him.

"The Tyrant Palm."

Fang Yu recited the magic formula silently in his heart and at the same time circulated the true energy in his body.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the technique was completed, the surrounding air was instantly evacuated!

A burst of monstrous power appeared in Fang Yu's palm!

A little golden light glowed in the palm of Fang Yu's left palm.

Then, the light burst!

"boom……"

This palm has not yet been shot, but the momentum is already extremely amazing!

"...Run...run!"

Some of the representatives of the noble families who were watching the battle below shouted loudly.

Only then did the others wake up from their fear and spread around as if they were running away!

The pressure that fills the sky is suppressed one after another!

At this time, the martial saint who rushed towards Fang Yu turned pale.

"Ah...help..."

Wu Sheng's eyes widened and he wanted to turn around, but it was too late!

The next second, his entire body was instantly swallowed up by the golden energy blasted from Fang Yu's palm.

"Bang!"

Just like a nuclear bomb being launched, Fang Yu himself felt a huge recoil and was blasted upward into the sky.

"Boom..."

The true energy blasted out from this palm not only engulfed the charging Martial Saint, but also swept in the seventeen elite warriors below!

The golden light passed through the sky and struck the open space below the stairs in front of the gate of the Sand Temple.

The ground collapsed instantly, and debris flew everywhere!

This scene made the crowd of onlookers a hundred meters away scream in fear, as if the end of the world was coming!

They felt the vibrations on the ground. They felt the heat rushing toward their faces!

The group of representatives of aristocratic families on the platform that was closer ran towards the lobby crying and shouting, and some of them were pushed to the ground by the air waves coming from behind.

The golden light in the sky only lasted for two or three seconds and stopped quickly.

But these two or three seconds were extremely long for those who witnessed it with their own eyes!

Too scary!

It’s so scary!

Is such a blow really capable of being unleashed by a human being!?

The ground was filled with smoke and dust.

From above, Fang Yu could see that the square in front of the Sand Temple had turned into a huge sunken pit!

Fang Yu looked at the pit and raised his left hand again. Looking at his white palm, he didn't know how to behave for a moment.

"Damn... Tyrant Palm... I should have thought of it earlier!"

Fang Yu gritted his teeth, and Lin Batian's hearty laughter seemed to ring in his ears.

The ranking elder of Wanshu Pavilion is absolutely right.

Tyrant Palm is a low-level technique!

No, this can't even be called magic.

This is actually a magic trick that uses twists and turns to instantly gather a large amount of true energy in the palm of your hand, and then blast it out together!

If it weren't for Fang Yu, if it were any other monk, more than two-thirds of the true energy in the body would have been extracted!

Is this called magic?

This is a mandatory spell!

As long as the magic formula of Tyrant Palm is used, this palm will be uncontrollable and irreversible!

Fang Yu looked at the pit below and sighed.

Using Lin Batian's self-created magic as a test was one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made in his life.

Now, the corpses of those eighteen so-called elite warriors may not even be found.

In the distance, on the eaves of the Shashen Temple. Qin Yao, who was almost thrown out by the wave of air just now, had the only eyes exposed on her face wide open.

She stared at Fang Yu blankly, her mind going blank.

This... in the end...

How could the power of such a random palm be so terrifying?

And looking at Fang Yu's current expression, he seems to be very dissatisfied...

Could it be that he still feels that the power of this palm is not strong enough?

What kind of person is this...

Not only Qin Yao, but everyone present who witnessed the power of this palm stared blankly at Fang Yu in mid-air.

Previously, they had been expecting the Sand God to send down a will to punish Fang Yu.

But just now, they thought they had seen a blow from the gods.

In their imagination, the power of a god's palm is almost like this...

"Forget it...it's time to get down to business."

Fang Yu shook his head slightly, glanced at Qin Yao on the eaves of Sha Shen Temple, and prepared to fly over.

At this time, he suddenly glanced at Yuan Chenglong and others huddled at the entrance of the Sand Temple.

Fang Yu smiled slightly and flew towards the location of Yuan Chenglong and others.

"Bang!"

Fang Yu landed right in front of Yuan Chenglong, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed instantly!

Yuan Chenglong and his wife, Fu Yousheng and his wife, and Cheng Tianjiao.

These three people, who represented the top families in the Western Capital, sat slumped on the ground at the same time, trembling all over. Their faces were as white as paper.
To be continued...