Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and the light in his eyes burst into flames. A small vortex of air appeared under his feet. The vortex rotated slightly, and Ye Feng's figure had disappeared from the spot.
Whoosh! In a short distance of thirty feet, Ye Feng flashed and rushed to three feet in front of the strange young man. His right fist was clenched, and golden light flashed on his fist, condensing into a golden fist exuding a sharp and violent aura.
"Gold-breaking Fist!"
With a loud shout, Ye Feng suddenly swung his right fist and punched the strange young man.
The golden fist tore the air and slammed it into the cheek of the strange young man with a terrifying momentum.
Looking at Ye Feng who flashed and appeared in front of him, the demonic young man's pupils shrank slightly and he sneered: "Yo! Just a mere first-level martial spirit can be as fast as the speed!"
Seeing the sharp and violent golden fists constantly enlarge, the strange young man suddenly glared, and his folding fan was retracted. His figure flashed slightly and disappeared from the spot.
Boom! Ye Feng's eyes narrowed. When the golden fist was about to touch the strange young man, his figure flashed strangely and disappeared from the spot. The powerful gold-shattering fist suddenly hit the sky.
With a punch, Ye Feng was not panicked at all. The vortex on his soles rotated slightly, and his body turned over instantly.
At this time, the strange young man had just appeared behind Ye Feng, and his left hand stretched out, with a faint fighting spirit lingering. A blue light burst out on his left hand, quickly forming a blue evil wolf. The evil wolf grinned, lifelike, and a powerful aura emanated, which made the disciples of the Qingyun Sect below frightened.
"Low-level martial arts, evil wolf fist!"
The strange young man suddenly shouted loudly, and his left hand quickly blasted out. The blue evil wolf quickly rushed out of his left hand, magnifying in the air to form a three-meter-long evil wolf. The evil wolf jumped in the air, opened his big mouth, and quickly bit Ye Feng's head.
Ye Feng had just turned around, and a blue light flashed in front of him. The huge evil wolf almost jumped in front of him, and his pupils were shrinking: "Earth-level martial arts!"
After snorting coldly, Ye Feng raised his right hand again, a shining golden light on his fist lit up, his muscles tightened, and his whole body burst out, gathering on his right hand, and a powerful punch hit the evil wolf in front of him.
Boom! The golden fist hit the evil wolf's head hard, making a terrifying explosion sound, and a super strong wind overflowed, blowing the smoke and dust on the battlefield.
Dingdeng, Ye Feng groaned in the smoke and dust, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. His body couldn't help but take three or four steps backwards before he stood firm.
ah!
The disciples of Qingyun Sect around exclaimed.
"It's impossible! The Seventh Overlord's strength is extremely powerful! How could he not be able to compete with an intermediate martial spirit when he was promoted to the first-level martial spirit?" A disciple said in surprise.
"Well! I just saw the Seventh Overlord killing a fourth-level power-type monster in the Warcraft Pavilion a few days ago. How could he be at a disadvantage against this despicable guy?" Another disciple said incrediblely.
"That evil wolf fist is a ground-level martial arts! And that despicable guy is a mid-level martial spirit. The seventh overlord was injured and unable to exert his strength. In addition, his martial arts power is at a disadvantage, so it is reasonable to lose!" A disciple said thoughtfully.
The other disciples suddenly realized and watched the battle on the field.
Sisi stood in the arena, looking at the fight on the field without blinking, her beautiful eyes full of worry.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, the strange young man stood firmly, with a grim smile on his face and said, "How could a mere first-level martial spirit be my opponent?"
Ye Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly: "I am worthy of being the young master of the Lu family!"
"Hahaha!" The strange young man laughed proudly: "It's too late to give in now!"
"Have I ever said I should give in?" Ye Feng smiled faintly and said in surprise.
"You!" The strange young man suddenly choked and said furiously: "You dare to tease me!"
Ye Feng pulled the corner of his mouth, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He stopped talking, his hands flashed quickly, and his complicated handprints quickly changed in the air, and the phantom flashed continuously, as if there were more than a dozen hands in the air.
"What handprints!" The Qingyun Sect disciples looked at Ye Feng in confusion.
The strange young man grinned and said, "Everything is in my control. I see what other tricks you can do."
A series of complicated and complicated handprints flashed in the air, bang! Finally, Ye Feng's palms suddenly striking together. As the sound slowly dissipated, a faint golden light quickly appeared on Ye Feng's hands. Then the golden light quickly covered the former part of Ye Feng's elbow, and the faint golden light quickly condensed into small golden triangles.
Crane! The golden triangles finally flawlessly connected together, covering the surface of Ye Feng’s hands, like a pair of arm guards.
Ye Feng stretched out his arms and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"What's the matter?" The strange young man glared at the golden scale arm guard that appeared out of thin air on Ye Feng's hand.
Not only the strange young man was puzzled, but all the Qingyun Sect disciples looked at each other in a daze, staring at the golden little triangle covered by Ye Feng's hands.
The moment the golden little triangle appeared, the old man in mid-air suddenly shrank violently, and he was shocked: "Dragon God Transformation!"
Not only was the old man so disobedient, but Yu Longxiang, Lu Zhenqun and Yu Tenghuan both widened their eyes and looked at Ye Feng in shock.
Lu Zhenqun stroked the white beard over and over again, staring at Ye Feng blankly, and his hands touching the white beard could not stop. He whispered his lips and kept murmuring: "Dragon God Transformation! Dragon God Transformation..."
Suddenly, the old man shouted: "Young Master, let's go back! Don't fight this battle!"
The strange young man was stunned and said with a grim smile: "Teacher, it won't take long. I will leave when I break this guy's arm!"
The old man was anxious and was about to speak when three figures flashed at the same time, showing a triangle that pressed the old man into it. The powerful aura emitted by the three parties made the space slightly stagnant.
Yu Tenghuan laughed and said, "Since the war has started, what's the point of watching it?"
The old man snorted coldly with an ugly expression: "I don't know what kind of luck I've stepped on! I actually have such good luck!" In the old man's opinion, Ye Feng must have encountered some unstoppable luck when he was able to absorb and refine the essence and blood of the dragon clan, otherwise it would be impossible. Of course, the old man also knew the Dragon God Change, otherwise his face would not be so ugly. Even the primary Dragon God Change could give him a considerable power. The most important thing is that his strong defense and the suppression effect of cultivation was not that great.
Yu Tenghuan laughed: "You don't need to care about this anymore. You just need to take the battle seriously!"
The old man was silent and his eyes were fixed on the battlefield.
Although the beautiful little book boy next to him was puzzled, he remained silent and watched the battle quietly.
The strange young man grinned and said, "Although I don't know what it is, I don't care what you are. In the face of the huge gap in cultivation and identity, whatever you do is futile."
"Is that true?" Ye Feng smiled leisurely, and his hands gently attacked, and a spark flashed, making a crisp clanging sound.
The strange young man's pupils suddenly shrank, then he smiled grimly, took a big step forward, stretched out his left hand, and a faint fighting spirit lingered on his left hand. The next moment, a ferocious wolf formed on his left hand again, and the powerful aura of the earth-level martial arts suddenly emanated.
Ye Feng smiled coldly and looked at the hideous wolf with a calm expression.
With a loud roar, the strange young man rushed to Ye Feng with great strides, pushed his left hand out, and the evil wolf on his palm suddenly rushed out, forming a three-meter-long blue evil wolf in the air. The blue evil wolf opened its hideous mouth and bit Ye Feng's head hard.
Ye Feng smiled faintly, stretched out his right hand like lightning, clasped his palm into a fist, and a faint fighting spirit lingered. The golden light burst out from his fist, and the brilliant golden light quickly condensed into a golden fist exuding an unparalleled sharp and violent aura.
The blue evil wolf was extremely fast and appeared in front of Ye Feng in an instant, biting it fiercely at Ye Feng's head.
"Gold-breaking Fist!"
Ye Feng shouted loudly, and his right fist suddenly swung out, and the violent golden fist hit the blue evil wolf's wolf's head heavily.
Boom! A violent and terrifying collision sounded, and a powerful and powerful wind overflowed.
laugh!
With his hands in front of him, he resisted the violent strong wind. Ye Feng's body continued to retreat, and a long line was plowed by Ye Feng's feet on the ground in the competition arena.
"Hey!"
Ye Feng shouted lightly, a flash of light in his eyes, his hands stretched out, and a faint fighting spirit appeared in his palm. He patted his backwards and stopped immediately. Then a small vortex of air appeared under his feet. His soles of his feet suddenly kicked the ground, and his body was like an arrow from a string, and he counterattacked towards the strange young man at an extremely fast speed.
The strange young man's pupils shrank: "You are not injured?"
Ye Feng's figure flashed and quickly appeared in front of the strange young man. His mouth was slightly raised, and his right fist banged towards the strange young man's cheek in horror.
"Hmph! Your speed is fast, mine is not slow either!"
The strange young man smiled grimly, his figure flashed, and disappeared from the spot at a speed that was no less than Ye Feng.
Whoosh!
The strange young man flashed and appeared behind Ye Feng. He stretched out his left hand and slapped Ye Feng's back.
Ye Feng was not surprised, and the tiny air vortex under his feet rotated slightly, and Ye Feng's figure disappeared from the spot.
Boom! The collision sounds were heard one after another, and the speed of Ye Feng and the demonic young man were like ghosts. A flash of almost thirty feet away. The outer disciples with weak cultivation were completely unable to keep up with the battle speed of Ye Feng and the demonic young man. They all stared at the terrifying battle with wide eyes and looked at the terrifying battle carefully.