Seeing Ye Xiaofeng entering the state of cultivation, everyone around him did not disturb him, and silently waited for Ye Xiaofeng's recovery. Although he only vomited a mouthful of blood, Mu Yunxiang, Ouyang Yuqian and the others were still worried.

At this time, the battle on the stage had reached its most intense time. After about two hours, the outcome of the fourth battle on the five round platforms had been decided. All of them had entered the fifth battle.

Fierce battles were spent during Ye Xiaofeng's practice. When he completely repaired the injuries in his body, he practiced for a while more, until his cultivation level improved a little, he opened his eyes and a glazed light flashed away.

"Are you awake?" Ye Xiaofeng just opened his eyes and Mu Yunxiang's charming voice came from his ears. Ouyang Yuqian also cast his eyes, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Well, I'm worried about you, haha, practice for a while." Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw five round platforms with only No. 2 round platforms and there were still fighting on them. There were no figures on the other round platforms. He asked in confusion; "The competition of other groups has ended?"

"It's over. The battle on stage 2 is probably the last one." Mu Yunxiang explained.

"It's really a practice without sun and moon! After practicing for a while, I didn't expect that I had missed so many battles." Ye Xiaofeng sighed and said.

"I originally wanted to fight you, but I gave up when I saw you practiced again." At this time, Leng Jie's voice came over.

Ye Xiaofeng looked at it and saw Leng Jie watching the battle on the round table intently, without looking at her at all, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you really want to fight me?"

"It's OK if you want." Leng Jie turned her head, looked at Ye Xiaofeng lightly, and then turned her eyes to the round platform.

Ye Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, not knowing how he offended this girl.

"Sister Xiangxiang, tell me about the results of the battle on other round platforms." Ye Xiaofeng said to Mu Yunxiang beside him.

"Well, on stage No. 1, Zhang Chongyuan is the first place, next are Ouyang Tianhua, Chen Yanfeng, Chen Wen, and Ximen Canxue; on stage No. 2, the first place is Fu Xingyi, the second place is Dugu Xingxing, the third place is Han Lichen, the fourth place and the fifth place are fighting now."

"Oh." Ye Xiaofeng nodded. At this time, Ye Wuhua and Zheng Shaolong were fighting fiercely on the No. 2 stage. The two of them had equal battles, and no one could do anything to each other. Now it is still impossible to see who wins and loses.

"The rankings on stage No. 3 are Liu Yunyan, Su Han, Wu Changkong, Lianjian Peak, Hua Yu; the rankings on stage No. 4 are Little Man You, Ning Caiyao, Nangong Lie, Leng Jie, that casual cultivator; the rankings on stage No. 5 are Ximen Luoxue, Yuankong, Ao Xiangfei, Han Xueshuang, a casual cultivator."

After hearing this, Ye Xiaofeng nodded silently, with a smile on his face.

"Have you thought of this ranking long ago?" Mu Yunxiang asked when she saw the smile on Ye Xiaofeng's face.

In an instant, Ye Xiaofeng felt more than a dozen gazes on him, including Ning Caiyao and Liu Yunyan behind him.

Ye Xiaofeng lowered his voice and said, "Be low-key, remember!"

Ye Xiaofeng's words meant to admit in disguise that he had already expected the end of the battle ranking.

"No wonder you said Yunyan could win the first place in the third group." Su Han's voice came from the side, and a bit of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Ye Xiaofeng smiled awkwardly, "I was a nonsense at that time, and I had no guesses at all, don't mind."

"I won't mind." Su Han said lightly, looked at the No. 2 TV station, and turned his attention to Ye Xiaofeng again, "You can guess now which of them on the round platform can win?"

"I can't say I don't know." Then she added, blocking Ye Xiaofeng's way out.

"It should be Ye Wuhua!" Ye Xiaofeng said helplessly, feeling the eyes of everyone around him again, and quickly said, "Don't ask me why, this is a pure feeling, no reason."

"I didn't expect you to feel this way. Xiaofeng, can you estimate the overall ranking of us experts?" Liu Yunyan's voice came over, and it was always so wonderful, like a beating note, which made people feel particularly comfortable after listening.

"Do you think I might know? Many people are equally strong, and the battle process is unpredictable, and no one will guess what the result will be." Ye Xiaofeng shook his head and said.

When many people around him breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Ye Xiaofeng's words, if Ye Xiaofeng had really reached this level of defiance, he might have reached a terrifying level.

"If you say that, can I think you have seen through everyone's cultivation?" Liu Yunyan's voice came again, but this sentence was condensed into a silk thread and passed it over, and it was not heard by others around her.

Seeing this situation, Ye Xiaofeng couldn't help but admire this woman. She was very accurate in talking to others. Although she was exploring other people's secrets, she did not feel a little annoying.

"You can't say that. Many people hide their means. You are one, Zhang Chongyuan is one, and there is also one Fu Xingyi. I'm afraid Ximen Luoxue has some other means." Ye Xiaofeng said lightly.

"Your vision is so sharp. I do hide some attack methods, but if you use it in front of you, it's probably just a show of your apology." Liu Yunyan sighed slightly and said.

At this time, the two of them on the No. 2 round platform were exhausted, their bodies were covered in color, and their robes were ragged, and they were covered in blood. They didn't know whether they were their own or others'.

"How about our last move determines the outcome?" Zheng Shaolong said to Ye Wuhua, the person in front of him.

"Okay." Ye Wuhua nodded.

"The fantasy wind is shadowless." Zheng Shaolong shouted loudly, and a blue light rose into the sky. In an instant, the surrounding wind swept, and this sudden strong wind made Zheng Shaolong's figure suddenly disappear.

Ye Xiaofeng's eyes shrank and he saw clearly everything on the round platform. Zheng Shaolong did not really disappear, but merged into the wind, like a messenger in the wind, ready to give his opponent the sharpest attack.

Ye Wuhua on the round platform closed his eyes, and a flying knife as thin as a cicada wing appeared in his hand. A terrifying energy suddenly attacked. At this moment, Ye Wuhua opened his eyes, and a brilliant light burst out, and then the flying knife in his hand disappeared.

On one side of his body, he tried to avoid the energy, but he still did not completely avoid it. Part of the terrifying energy hit him.

"Bang." Ye Wuhua fell on the ice and snow, and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"It seems that your guess is not accurate." Leng Jie's voice came over in the stands.

"Are you a little patient? You'll know the result if you keep watching." Ye Xiaofeng said with a faint smile.

The wind stopped on the second round platform, and the surging energy dissipated. Ye Wuhua had already stood up, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. Zheng Shaolong on the opposite side looked bitter and there was a blood mark on his neck.

"I lost, I didn't expect that your flying knife had reached this level." Zheng Shaolong said.

Hearing his words, the people around Ye Xiaofeng once again focused their attention on Ye Xiaofeng.
Chapter completed!