Yun Yang lifted his hand and threw a clean punch toward Qian Shan Mountain that was smashing toward him. The might of the punch caused the surrounding air to tremble unceasingly.
"What?"
Everyone's expressions changed. Could he be a lunatic? Using physical strength to fight against magical artifacts? Wasn't this courting death? Or did he think that they were made of iron?

After all, they were still young and had yet to mature. Some of the young ladies didn't even dare to watch the bloody scene that followed and quickly turned their heads around.
On the surface, Yun Yang's punch seemed to be casual and ordinary, but in fact, it was not like this. The moment he waved his fist, the muscles on his arms bulged and began to exert force from his spine. The power in his whole body rippled, and the bones in his body creaked!
"Boom!"
A punch landed squarely on the mountain, and a dense and dazzling yuan qi light burst out from it.
Yun Yang's body trembled and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. There was a surge of blood in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that rushed to his throat.
Even so, there was still a trace of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth. Yun Yang reached out and wiped it, only to find that his blood was golden.

"Hiss!"
"Can he really resist a magic tool head-on?"
The onlookers were all stunned. They had never seen such a tough body before. For a moment, they could not think of any other words except praise.
Yun Zhao suddenly raised his hands and said with a very excited expression, "I suddenly forgot to tell you that this mountain has the power of ten thousand pounds. Let's see how long you can hold on, ha ha ha ha ha..."

Yun Yang shook his wrist and said with a look of pity, "It's indeed good, but it's a pity that such a good magic tool has been ruined like this."
"What do you mean?" The ecstasy on Yun Zhao's face disappeared, and then his eyebrows were deeply knitted together, and his cheeks kept twitching.
A deep fist print was left on the mountain that was still floating in the air. From the fist print, the cracks quickly spread in all directions. Soon, the whole mountain was full of cracks.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the spiritual mountain of Qianshan, a celestial device with a diameter of several meters, broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
This scene was like a slap to Yun Zhao's face.
This was a magic tool, a life-saving magic tool used by martial artists! It was extremely precious! How could it be broken by a single punch?
"My magic tool... You destroyed my magic tool..." Yun Zhao stared blankly at the pile of gravel on the ground. He could not accept the reality in front of him. He borrowed Mount Qianshan from Yun Mingxun, and it took him a lot of effort to borrow it. Now that the magic tool had been destroyed, how could he make friends with Yun Mingxun?
At the thought of Yun Mingxun's cruel means, Yun Zhao couldn't help trembling. His teeth were chattering, and his lips were extremely pale.
"Cousin, are you still unable to fight? If you don't beat me, I'll leave!" Yun Yang said impatiently.
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Yun Zhao let out a wild roar. He only felt that his blood was surging, and his face turned livid because of anger. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed toward Yun Yang crazily.
"Azure Dragon Claw, left and right!"
His two hands rushed out like lightning, bringing with them a series of afterimages that went straight to Yun Yang's ribs.
With Yun Yang's rich combat experience, this kind of move was like a child's play. He saw through Yun Zhao's attack route at a glance and couldn't help laughing in his heart. Later, he lightly raised his right leg and kicked him in the chest before Yun Zhao rushed over.
"Clang! Clang!"
Yun Zhao's face was distorted. He felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. Before he could react, he flew backward with a scream and fell heavily on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body kept twitching.
The strength of Yun Yang's random kick was no less than that of a full blow from a fifth level Natal Opening Realm martial artist!
Yun Zhao was like a cooked lobster. He covered his stomach and curled up, groaning painfully on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the winner had been decided!
The crowd had gone crazy. After a short silence, it became noisy. Yun Zhao's strength was among the disciples of the Yun Family, and he could be regarded as the best. Unexpectedly, Yun Yang ended the battle so quickly.
Especially the scene of smashing magic tools with one punch, it was estimated that this group of people would never forget it for the rest of their lives.
"Who allowed you to do it during the morning training?" A thunderous voice sounded not far away. The disciples of the Yun Family, who were watching the fun, trembled and their faces changed greatly.
Yun Yang turned his head and found that it was an iron tower-like man. He had a tiger back and bear-like waist, and his muscles were extremely smooth, full of the beauty of strength.
"It's Furnace Lord!"
The group of disciples of the Yun Family panicked and scattered like birds and animals.
Furnace Lord Zhang was a martial arts master who was responsible for the morning exercise of the young disciples of the Yun Family. Because of his strict character and meticulousness, this group of disciples were particularly afraid of him.
Of course, Yun Yang knew him. Seeing this, he also cupped his hands and said, "It's this guy who provoked me first. I couldn't resist it for a while..."
The furnace gave Yun Yang a meaningful look. Then it walked quickly to Yun Zhao's side, touched his pulse, and frowned. "You can't bear the consequences. It's really serious!"