Seeing Ye Lan's helpless look, the little girl pouted and muttered: "Stingy little bitch, just don't give in if you don't want to! What's the big deal." After saying this, Ye Ling'er gave a sweet scolding, and touched her pink palms.
A layer of faint white light shrouded the person. The "Wind Palm" was pushed out with one palm, exerting all its strength but it still had little power.
Seeing this, Ye Lan twisted her delicate body and threw her long jade legs towards Ye Ling'er's palm with a sound that broke through the air.
The huge gap in cultivation between the two is enough for Ye Lan to easily win without using any martial arts. Even the people in the audience have no interest in this disparity in strength, and only a few are still watching.
The people watching on the stage were more interested in watching the beautiful women than watching the game.
"Snapped."
The sharp leg wind hit the little girl's palm, and immediately she saw the little girl's body being slowly sent off the stage by a gentle force.
Standing under the ring, the little girl, instead of being grateful to Ye Lan for showing mercy, waved her little fists at the stage to demonstrate. Such a cute and innocent look made everyone in the audience burst into laughter.
After Ye Ling'er, most of the subsequent games were unremarkable. Until...
"Ye Mo, right? His cultivation at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment is not bad. He is barely qualified to fight with me." Ye Feng stood on the stage and said domineeringly. The autumn wind suddenly picked up, and the clothes on his body danced with the wind, causing a wave of excitement that could not be concealed.
Arrogance spread out, causing everyone to frown slightly.
On the side, Ye Mo, who was ready to go, was also aroused by Ye Feng's arrogant attitude. The mysterious light surrounding his body became more and more intense.
"I admit that you are very strong, but you don't have to be so arrogant."
Hearing this, Ye Feng sneered and glanced at Ye Mo casually, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
"It's not that I'm arrogant, it's that you don't have the qualifications to let me take notice."
As soon as these words came out, there was confusion in the audience. No one expected that Ye Feng, who was usually gentle and elegant, could be so arrogant. Even Mr. Pang, who was sitting at the VIP table, frowned slightly.
He was also a little unhappy with Ye Feng's behavior.
On the contrary, Ye Xiaotian and Ye Xiaokong on both sides of him had strange expressions, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
"What kind of tricks does this Ye Feng do?" Ye Fan, who knew something about Ye Feng, murmured softly. Then he became confused.
His eyes fell on the ring again.
"Aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?" Ye Mo snorted coldly, and then stopped talking nonsense. The profound energy gathered on his legs and his figure rushed out. In the blink of an eye, he had already hit Ye Feng.
Under his feet, the wind in his legs was fierce and whistling like two entwined giant pythons, opening their fangs and slashing at Ye Feng. From the beginning of the ruthless offensive, there was no trace of mercy, and the profound energy in the excitement revealed a third degree of violence.
Like a burning rage in my chest.
Seeing this, Ye Feng jumped up and avoided Ye Mo's attack. Then his fists whizzed out towards Ye Mo's forehead. The ferocity was even worse than Ye Mo's.
The cold wind of the fist was as sharp as a blade, and as soon as it got close, it cut the long hair floating on Ye Mo's forehead into pieces. The coolness on his forehead combined with the biting cold made Ye Mo's heart tighten.
He crossed his arms and stood in front of his forehead like two wooden stakes to resist Ye Feng's violent fists.
"Bang."
After a loud noise, Ye Mo's body shot out, leaving two black marks on the ground before he managed to stop himself a few meters away. One of his feet almost fell off the ring, and his two arms were covered with shirts.
It was completely broken, and the exposed skin was stained with blood, telling the story of tragedy.
With just one move, Ye Mo, who was at the top of the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, was forced into such a miserable state. This Ye Feng was indeed worthy of being called a genius of the Ye family.
At the VIP table, Mr. Pang's eyes lit up, and he turned to Ye Xiaotian and said, "This young man is very capable, but his momentum is also not weak!"
How could Ye Xiaotian, who has been in power for a long time, not understand that the momentum in Pang Lao's mouth refers to Ye Feng's arrogant behavior when he came to power. With a slightly bitter look on his face, Ye Xiaotian knew that it was useless to explain now, so he could only lower himself and said sincerely: "
Don't blame Mr. Pang, this child is lazy by nature and has been spoiled by us."
Hearing this, Old Pang smiled slightly and said with a faint smile: "It doesn't matter, whoever can enter my heaven is not a proud son of heaven, and it is inevitable to be a little arrogant."
Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and looked at Ye Xiaokong, who was also helpless, and both saw a little melancholy in the other's eyes.
"I hope he won't cause any trouble again."
"Tear it apart." A large piece of Ye Mo's clothes on his chest was torn off, and three dazzling blood stains were clearly visible.
After several attacks, Ye Mo was always at a disadvantage. Although he fought back, he failed to leave any trace on Ye Feng. At most, it only made the latter's hair a little messy.
"It seems that you are still not qualified for me to face you."
Ye Feng adjusted his clothes slowly and sarcastically. He didn't even look at Ye Mo, who was seriously injured in front of him. He ignored the latter to the extreme.
Although Ye Mo knew that Ye Feng was deliberately irritating him, this kind of treatment still made Ye Mo furious. His clenched palms turned slightly white, and veins popped up on his face.
"Black Wind Soul-Calling Claw."
Ye Mo shouted loudly and used attacks to vent the anger in his heart. With his five fingers bent, a pair of sharp claws curled up with a violent aura and grabbed Ye Feng's head. Above his claws, the strong wind cut like a knife and made the air "gurgling"
Sound.
Facing Ye Mo's furious claw, Ye Feng's face showed a solemn color for the first time. With his fingers together, Teng Bo's profound energy swarmed out like a sharp sword, thrusting upward with sharp cold air, and then heavily
The point was on the back of Ye Mo's hand, causing his claws to deviate from the original trajectory.
The removed claws rubbed against Ye Feng's neck and hit the ground hard, leaving five shallow marks on the stone slab.
Seeing this, Ye Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the contempt in his eyes quietly faded away.