After a little discussion with Yu Fengwu, I ended with an unexpected result.
Watching the beauty go away, Ye Feng raised his palm, and there seemed to be fragrance left at the tip of his fingers. He smiled, kicked the ground with his feet, and quickly left like an arrow from the string.
But after a moment, Ye Feng returned to the dormitory. After almost two hours of rest, Xiao Qi still closed his eyes tightly, breathed evenly, and his injuries on his body had healed a lot. However, it seemed that it would take some time to get completely healed. Today's battle was too tragic. Both of them fought to the last moment, and both ended up losing both sides. Xiao Qi was a little better and won the opportunity to advance.
Judging from Xiao Qi's appearance, tomorrow's promotion will be mysterious. Ye Feng shook his head. The battle tomorrow will definitely be more tragic and the opponent may be stronger. If you cannot fight at the peak, the ending can be imagined.
With a row of big mouths next to him, Ye Feng asked, "Big Mouth, what are you doing?"
"I'm just seeing how Xiaoqi is doing." Big Mouth touched his head with dissatisfaction and gave Ye Feng a resentful look.
"Hehe!" Ye Feng smiled embarrassedly.
After taking a look, Big Mouth's head shrank back. Suddenly, Big Mouth's nose sucked hard, and looked at Ye Feng suspiciously and said, "Ye Feng, what exercise are you doing? Why are you covered in sweat?"
In fact, Ye Feng's body was already dry with sweat, but the smell was a bit bad, which made his mouth smell clues.
The three big words "Dragon God Transformation" appeared in his mind. Ye Feng smiled, ignored his big mouth, and walked into it to change into a black suit.
He muttered: "This kid, don't call me if you have any good things." Then he leaned down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and murmured: "A preliminary martial artist! A preliminary martial artist..."
Ye Feng changed into black clothes and came out, his whole body was neat and comfortable.
He exhaled deeply, and Ye Feng said lightly: "I will solve the problem of Fatty Liu tomorrow."
The big mouth was startled and almost rolled off the bed, staring at Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng, what did you say?"
"I said!" Ye Feng said lightly: "I am going to fight with Fatty Liu tomorrow."
Big Mouth wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with some concern: "I think Fatty Liu's strength cannot be underestimated, but he has been asking us for trouble recently, so we shouldn't mess with him."
He gave Da Mouth a sniffle, and Da Mouth fell down screaming.
Ye Feng said, "I have already made a fight with him. When I enter the inner gate, it is the time for us to fight life and death."
"When? Why don't I know?" Big Mouth touched the bag on his head, and crawled up and asked curiously.
"Do I want to report to you when I do things?" Ye Feng looked at Big Mouth and laughed.
Big Mouth suddenly felt creepy, she laughed dryly, and said solemnly: "I think Fatty Liu is not weak either! Although she has not made it to the storm, I always feel something is wrong."
"Of course." Ye Feng smiled faintly: "If only his mouth is powerful and his hands are not good, how could his subordinates obey?"
"That's true." Dazu nodded and looked at Ye Feng: "Fortunately, you have defeated Lin Hua on Fengyun Bang. I believe that Fatty Liu is not much more powerful. He showed his fists and beat him to the point of falling water. See if he dares to mess with us." Dazu said more and more, his energy seemed to be full of energy, his eyes were blurred, and he was obviously looking forward to a bright future.
He knocked his big mouth's head and pulled him back to reality from his fantasy. Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Practice well!"
He flattened his mouth and let out a miserable wail: "Why is it practicing again? Life is short, why can't you enjoy it in time!"
Ignoring his big mouth, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, formed seals with his hands and began to practice, preparing to deal with tomorrow's battle at its peak.
The next morning.
The sunlight gently spilled through the windows, and golden sunlight was everywhere, a warmth.
After exhaling a deep breath of turbid air, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, stopped practicing, jumped up lightly and landed gently on the ground.
Dazui and Xiaoqi opened their eyes one after another, stopped practicing, jumped out of the bed and walked over.
Ye Feng looked at Xiaoqi, frowned slightly, and said, "Xiaoqi, are you okay?"
Xiaoqi grinned and said, "I'm fine." Before he could finish laughing, his muscles suddenly twitched, and it seemed that he had touched a wound.
Ye Feng gently patted Xiaoqi on the shoulder and said, "The body is important, don't force yourself too much later."
Every time there are such things in the disciple assessment rankings, such as Thunder God, who is extremely powerful, can only win 257th place in the ranking competition. He was hit and seriously injured when he encountered a strong opponent, and he could only leave the game sadly in the battle the next day. Furthermore, the pills distributed by Qingyun Sect can still be cured for less serious injuries within one day, but as long as he encounters a serious injury, he is helpless.
Xiaoqi nodded, and the muscles on his face thrust again. It seemed that the punch he hit the face yesterday was not very pleasant.
He patted Xiaoqi on the shoulder with his mouth and said in an experienced manner: "Xiaoqi, if you can't win, call me."
Xiaoqi smiled honestly: "Okay!"
Ye Feng asked, "What can you do?"
Big Mouth muttered softly: "I'll help Xiaoqi collect..."
"Let's go!" Ignoring the big-mouthed crow's mouth, Ye Feng turned around and walked towards the door.
Xiaoqi smiled honestly, followed Ye Feng out, leaving his big mouth alone and muttering alone.
The two left, raised their mouths, and the two figures in front of them disappeared. They couldn't help but shout, "Wait for me!" After that, their fat body ran out of the dormitory and chased them.
Today is the fourth day of the inner disciples' assessment. Tens of thousands of outer disciples have been eliminated, and most of the disciples are gathered around the battlefield to watch the battle.
Xiang Lingxiao was wearing white clothes and stood indifferently on the battlefield with bright eyes.
Walking to the side of the battle arena, Ye Feng jumped gently and jumped to the battle arena.
Xiang Lingxiao looked over unexpectedly and said with a calm expression: "Brother Ye doesn't seem to have fought anymore, right?"
"Hehe!" Ye Feng smiled and said casually: "Brother Xiang doesn't know anything. I still have a game today."
Oh? He raised his eyebrows in confusion, pondered at Ling Xiao for a while, and did not speak again.
He gently patted the handle of the dragon scale knife behind his right hand, and the knife and the sheathed, and the entire dragon scale knife soared into the sky.
"Come out!" Ye Feng smiled faintly, slowly stretched out his right hand, and took the Dragon Scale Sword into his hand. An unparalleled sword intent slowly spread out.
A black suit fluttered in the wind, Ye Feng raised his right hand, the simple and heavy dragon scale knife scabbard pointed directly at the crowd, and the unparalleled sword intent rushed straight to the crowd.
The crowd was stunned. All the inner and outer disciples looked at each other, feeling the invisible domineering momentum, and all their breathings were stagnant, and they hid in horror. The domineering sword intent passed by and rushed straight to the inner disciples.
"Isn't the game for the Seventh Overlord over?"
"Yes! Even Lin Hua was defeated by him. Who do the Seventh Overlord want to challenge this time?"
All the disciples were looking for the scabbard pointing, and the inner disciples in front of them all frowned. With that sharp intuition, they found that this sword intent was not looking for them, and they all avoided it.
Bang! A dull sound came from the air, and a figure took action, shattering the unparalleled sword intent.
Ye Feng smiled faintly, turned his right hand slightly, and the dragon scale knife flew into the sky, gently landed behind Ye Feng, firmly holding it.
The figure shattered Ye Feng's knife intention and slowly walked out of the crowd.
"It's him!" Most of the inner and outer disciples shrank at the same time, and they recognized who the person was.
"Ye Feng, it seems to be too early now!" The figure raised his head, his slightly narrowed little eyes were shining, and his face was fat, which was Fatty Liu.
"Aren't you what you hoped for earlier?" Ye Feng smiled faintly.
Fatty Liu sneered: "Indeed, I'm worried that there is no chance, but you came to the door by yourself."
Ye Feng's words just spoke Fatty Liu's voice. Ye Feng's growth was too fast, which made Fatty Liu feel a huge threat. It doesn't matter to friends who can win over such threats. But if an enemy like Ye Feng has an irreversible resentment under a tree like Ye Feng, it is the best choice to eliminate it earlier in the bud. Ye Feng's declaration of challenge this day surprised Fatty Liu, but since that's the case, Fatty Liu is of course secretly happy. Leaving one day for Ye Feng to practice may cause huge changes. From this point, it can be seen that Fatty Liu has a potential fear of Ye Feng.
"That's right!" Ye Feng smiled casually, hooked his index finger and said, "Aren't you trying to prove who is the real hunter? I'm looking forward to it."
Fatty Liu's face suddenly became gloomy, and it was not very good to become a prey, especially for a young master like him who was pampered and generous.
"Hmph!" Fatty Liu snorted coldly, kicked his feet suddenly on the spot, and his fat body drew an arc in the air, landing heavily on the battlefield like a shell.
Bang! The ground was too heavy to bear, and dense cracks appeared at Fatty Liu's foot.
"It's him!" Xiang Lingxiao's eyes froze and looked at Ye Feng with surprise.
He looked up at Yu Longxiang and Lu Zhenqun on the huge platform. Both of them had expressionless expressions on their faces, without any slight turbulence.
Withdrew his gaze, Ye Feng smiled faintly: "Let's fight for life and death!"
Fatty Liu's aura became crazy and said in a hoarse voice: "Of course."
The crazy and powerful first-level martial spirit was released madly, and the atmosphere on the entire competition are invisibly depressed, and the powerful aura roared towards Ye Feng.
"I hope you won't let me down."
Ye Feng smiled faintly, his black clothes fluttered, his slightly tender face had a hint of confidence, and the sound of his words slowly circled in the arena.