Roar! The Bemonite boy suddenly roared to the sky, and the powerful sound waves shook the sky and the earth.
A group of teenagers of different races held their breath and looked closely at the terrifying battlefield that was about to break out.
Ye Feng smiled faintly, clasped his palm into a fist, and a faint fighting spirit lingered, and the blue veins on his right hand burst.
The Bemon teenager stopped yelling, stretched out his thick right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth with a few missing teeth and shouted: "Ye Feng, Niyao paid the price for Ni's behavior!"
Ye Feng's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled playfully and said, "If the teeth are leaking, don't talk about it anymore!"
"ah!"
The boy from Beamon was so angry that his head was about to smoke, and his eyes, which seemed to be about to spit out of fire, stared at Ye Feng tightly.
Roar! With a loud roar, the Begun boy took a step forward several feet away, and his huge body pressed over like a bulldozer.
"snort!"
Ye Feng snorted coldly, and his aura burst out instantly. Wufeng in black danced by himself. He kicked his feet suddenly on the ground, and his body shot up like a cannonball, rushing towards the Bemon teenager at an extremely fast speed.
Swish! The distance between the two was fleeting in an instant. Ye Feng appeared in front of the Bemonic boy the next moment, stretched out his right fist, and a faint fighting spirit lingered. A brilliant and gorgeous golden light burst out from his fist. The golden light continued to squirt to form a huge fist, and the fist was filled with a violent and sharp aura.
"Gold-breaking Fist!"
In mid-air, Ye Feng shouted loudly, his whole body burst out, his right hand suddenly shot out, and his golden fist was blown out, and he bombarded the Bimon boy with all his strength and slammed him hard on the cheek.
Ye Feng was fast, and the Bemonic boy's reaction was not slow either. After being hit by Ye Feng, he suffered a loss, the Bemonic boy always stared at Ye Feng's every move.
The ability to enter Tianfeng Academy is naturally their own abilities. The Begun boy roared and saw Ye Feng's coming. The huge giant palm suddenly swung out, and the faint fighting spirit lingered in his palm, carrying an unparalleled mountain-like aura and slapped Ye Feng hard at him.
The violent and sharp golden fist hit the giant spirit's palm heavily.
Buzz! The air shook violently, and an invisible aperture suddenly emitted from the intersection of the golden fist and the giant palm. The air stagnated and rumbling, and then suddenly burst out. The two collided with each other and made a loud noise that shook the earth. At the center of the collision, a huge and terrifying huge wind suddenly overflowed.
Two huge strong winds collided, and Ye Feng suddenly felt an extremely huge force coming from the huge palm. His right hand shook slightly, and his body was knocked away like a shell, bombarded heavily on the ground, and smoke and dust suddenly rose on the training ground.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of a Beamon boy, the size of a copper bell, and his huge body swayed slightly, and he retreated several feet apart to stand firm.
Two people collided with each other, and they were divided into one another!
Seeing this scene, teenagers from other races immediately sneered disdainfully.
"That human kid really thought he was awesome if he was recruiting students! He was solved by Meng Qifei with one move!"
"The power of the human race is too weak, and it is no match for the Bimon tribe at all! I dare to fight with Mengqifei, that kid is asking for trouble!"
"Looking at Meng Qifei's terrible blow, that human boy is probably seriously injured!"
Young men from other races looked down on the human race and spoke sarcasticly to Ye Feng.
A faint smile appeared on Ruoxi's pretty face in the distance, and he whispered to himself: "This is not a fair battle in itself, but Ye Feng, you must adapt to this kind of battle because we are humans!"
A hint of joy flashed in the old man next to him, and he laughed and said, "Master Ruoxi, I didn't expect Ye Feng to be so vulnerable. It seems that he has disappointed you!" Meng Qifei knocked Ye Feng away with one move, which naturally made him, the elder of the Mongolian clan, feel face.
Ruoxi smiled faintly, but there was no worry on her pretty face, and her beautiful eyes looked at the huge smoke and dust center.
A dozen feet away in front of the smoke dust, a Bei Mongolian boy laughed and said, "Human boy, now you know how powerful I am! Humble humans are always humble existences!"
The huge smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a figure in black slowly walked out of the smoke and dust. The aura of the figure in black did not weaken at all. On the contrary, it was much stronger than before.
Walking out of the smoke and dust, the black figure slowly raised his head and smiled faintly: "The attack of the Bimon clan doesn't seem to be very good!"
Boom! The boys of different races around him suddenly rioted, and they all looked at Ye Feng in disbelief.
"How is it possible? How can a weak human body withstand such a powerful attack! Even the stone human race cannot withstand Meng Qifei's attack!" A young man said in shock.
"No! What is that human boy? What is that?" Another young man stared at Ye Feng's hands and feet and shoulders. He saw that Ye Feng's hands and feet were wearing flawless golden armor. Two hideous dragon heads stood proudly on his shoulders, looking at the sky.
"His aura is not only not weak, but is stronger. Could it be that he is not injured? How is that possible?" Another young man said in surprise.
The Bemon teenager's eyes as big as a copper bell stared at Ye Feng, and shouted: "How is it possible? You are just a weak human, how can you withstand my blow?"
"It's worthy of being the Beamon tribe!"
Ye Feng smiled faintly, stretched his waist, and his bones exploded. During the collision just now, Ye Feng discovered something wrong. The physical strength of the Mongolian boy was too strong! It was more than twice as powerful as Ye Feng, and head-on collision was no match for no match, so Ye Feng instantly activated the Dragon God Change to avoid the huge impact force, so he was not injured by the recoil force. Even so, Ye Feng was knocked away by this palm.
The Bemon teenager shouted: "Since one punch doesn't work, then you will be hit by two punches! The weak human race!"
"The Bemons do have some skills!"
"But!" Ye Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp: "How can the dignity of human race allow you to trample on it!"
Hearing this, a bright light flashed in Ruoxi's beautiful eyes, and a sweet smile appeared on his pretty face.
The old man next to him said coldly: "It is worthy of being the human race that Master Ruoxi looks at. It's true that there are some skills!"
Ruoxi smiled faintly and did not speak.
The Bemonic boy looked at Ye Feng tightly, laughed loudly, and said disdainfully: "What kind of human race's bullshit dignity! In the face of strength, everything is fart! Human race is humble! So what?"
"You are seeking death!"
A sharp cold light flashed in his eyes. Ye Feng exhaled deeply, lowering his eyelids, for fear that he would pull out the Dragon Scale Sword and launch the Sky-Slaying Sword Technique and split the Bemon tribe in half. No matter what, Ye Feng still knew that there were rules in every place. Even if fighting was not prohibited in Tianfeng Academy, he could not kill people at will, otherwise he would be punished accordingly. Ye Feng was still very clear about this.
"Come on!"
The Bemonite boy suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter roared.
"I'm going to beat you so hard that I don't even know him!"
He raised his head and a sinister light flashed in his eyes. Ye Feng shouted loudly, and his fighting spirit was running wildly. A small vortex of air appeared under his feet. His soles of his feet suddenly kicked the ground, and his body flashed slightly and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, Ye Feng's figure appeared in front of the Bimon teenager like a ghost.
The fighting spirit in his body was running wildly. Ye Feng shouted loudly, and his right fist suddenly burst out, and he punched hard at the huge belly of the Bemonic boy.
Boom! With a blast, Ye Feng punched heavily on the belly of the Bimon boy. His eyes suddenly became fierce, and the fighting spirit on Ye Feng's fist suddenly burst out.
The laughter of the Bemonic boy stopped abruptly, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His huge body was blown away by Ye Feng's punch.
"snort!"
With a cold snorkeling, Ye Feng kicked the ground with his feet and his body shot up like a cannonball, instantly catching up with the Bimon boy who kept flying backwards.
His pupils shrank violently. Looking at the boy in black who appeared in front of him, a thick sense of horror flashed across the ferocious face of the boy from Beacon.
drink!
With a loud shout, Ye Feng's body circled in the air, and his right foot was filled with fighting spirit, and he kicked the huge body of the Bimon boy with one kick.
Ao! The Bemon teenager let out a terrifying howl, opened his mouth and spewed out another mouthful of blood. The speed of flying back suddenly accelerated, flew more than thirty feet away, and hit a pool heavily. The surrounding stones were instantly knocked down, and all the clear water in a pool flowed out.
"snort!"
Ye Feng snorted coldly, patted his hands, looked at the Bemonic boy with disdain and said, "The Bemonics are just that!"
The Bemonic boy looked listless, and two deep wounds appeared on his huge body, and blood kept gushing out. Ye Feng's two attacks just now showed no mercy, and he carved two scars on the Bemonic boy that he could not forget.
Looking at this scene, the training ground was silent. One by one, the boys stared at the Bimon teenager who was lying in a pool of blood, with a strong sense of horror on their faces.
Ruoxi smiled faintly: "Elder Meng, why don't you go to save the boy in your clan?"
The old man looked extremely ugly, and he snorted coldly, and took a step forward and appeared in front of the Bemonic boy. With a big sleeve, he disappeared from the spot with the Bemonic boy.
"Who else wants this thing?"
The secret of the Xuanfeng Palm appeared in Ye Feng's hand, and his fierce eyes swept across the audience.
The boys of all different races couldn't help but shivered, lowered their heads one by one, and did not dare to look directly at Ye Feng's cold eyes.