Ignoring Liu Mu's harsh words, Ye Feng joked instead: "Haha, I didn't want to be exposed early, but Brother Liu sincerely invites me, so I feel a little disrespectful."
Hearing this, Liu Mu snorted coldly. He couldn't stand Ye Feng's obedient attitude even though he got an advantage. He said angrily: "So what if your cultivation is a little stronger? If you want to beat me, you have to be prepared to be seriously injured."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Mu's figure suddenly rose up from the ground, his flesh palms slightly bent in mid-air, and his waist twisted in the air, like a hungry tiger charging down. A loud cry of "empty claws" sounded, and the falling Liu Mu
Mu's speed suddenly increased, and the strong wind was blowing above the flesh claws, as sharp as a sword.
In his pupils, the sharp claws expanded one by one. Facing Liu Mu's shocking attack, Ye Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth and his face was so calm that it made people's hearts tremble.
"Are you still stubbornly resisting? I'll let you completely despair." As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful wave of profound energy that had been suppressed for a long time burst out from Ye Fengde's body almost instantly.
As the powerful profound energy fluctuations erupted, Ye Feng's aura also began to move in an orderly manner. A strong sense of oppression instantly filled the entire martial arts arena.
"This is...the early stage of the ninth level of foundation building!"
Outside the venue, everyone suddenly exclaimed when they felt the sudden surge in Ye Feng's aura.
"This is all your strength, right? It's really stressful!" Looking at the high-spirited Ye Feng on the stage, Ye Fan murmured softly in his heart. His eyes were clearly visible. The dazzling heat was there.
The depths of his eyes burned like fire.
"Feng'er, do you really want to do this?" Ye Xiaotian, who was standing outside the venue, glanced at the stage with a complicated expression. His eyes turned sideways, and when his eyes fell on Ye Fan, there was actually a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.
move.
"Splitting Mountain Palm." Ye Feng, who was at full strength, stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot, and slashed through the air as fast as lightning with his side palm like a knife.
On that blade-like palm, violent waves of profound energy condensed to an extreme. There seemed to be a faint sound of a low sonic boom followed by it.
Looking at the sudden explosion of Ye Feng, Liu Mu no longer had any fighting spirit in his heart. He might have been able to fight before. But now, there seems to be a huge ravine between the two. This gap is really huge.
It makes people feel hopeless.
No matter what the mentality of the two people was, the violent attack and confrontation finally came as promised. The fierceness was like the claws about to tear the void, and the violence was like the chopping palms about to break the mountains. When the two strong men met, the air suddenly condensed, and immediately felt like oppression.
It erupted like a centuries-old volcano. A powerful storm swept across the entire martial arts arena in an instant. It was completely vented with a loud roar.
Under the martial arts field, Ye Fan clenched his fists, and the shock in his heart was no less than the storm on the field. The extremely fiery colors in the dark ink-like eyes shined with a heart-stopping glory.
Ye Feng's tyranny greatly stimulated Ye Fan's heart.
The next moment, the storm dissipated. Liu Mu, with red eyes and sharp claws, pressed against Ye Feng's chopping palm. The protruding veins on his arms were actually stained with blood red. His whole body was covered in blood because of this.
He began to tremble. However, this stalemate only lasted for a moment.
"Poof." A mouthful of blood pried open his throat and sprayed out. Liu Mu's body was also shot back more than ten meters at the same time. Like a meteorite falling from the sky, it hit the ground heavily. Looking around, he was lying on the ground.
There was no movement from Liu Mu except for the faint sound of breathing. The injuries were so miserable.
"Brother Ye Feng, well done!" I don't know who shouted first, and then the martial arts arena burst into cheers.
However, facing the thunderous applause outside the court, Ye Feng seemed unmoved by it. His eyes as indifferent as Qiuyue's eyes scanned the court and finally fell on Ye Fan.
"I don't know if you are ashamed of the ridiculous words you put down at the beginning, or if you have realized the gap between us and are powerless or even...desperate!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately nodded his head under the surprised gazes of Ye Feng and others.
"I admit, you are really strong. I do feel a lot of pressure right now." He looked straight at the lonely figure on the stage, and his frown spread out in the next second. The corners of his mouth
He drew upward, and a dazzling arc appeared on his young face.
"It's just that these alone make me despair. You, Ye Feng, are not qualified enough!" The young man's eyes were blazing, and he pointed his palm at the majestic Ye Feng on the field, Chi Guoguo's provocation.
"Even now, your mouth is still so tough. I really should teach you a lesson and not be too arrogant. But don't worry, there is only half a year left for the clan competition. When the time comes, I will clean up the teeth in your mouth.
I'll interrupt you one by one to see if you can still be so stubborn. By the way, I remind you to practice hard. Otherwise, it would be too boring for me to be beaten like a punching bag during the clan competition." Ye Fan's provocation did not seem to matter.
The effect is too big. The latter still looks calm and calm.
"I told you, you will be pleasantly surprised when the time comes!" After saying that, Ye Fan lowered his head. No matter how much he said, it was just a dispute of words. If you want to regain face and avenge your shame, then...
He must have been beaten like a dog by his superiors.