The semi-finals advanced to the finals and finally officially began!
After the lottery, the result of the lottery was Ye Feng fighting against Lan Qingshang, Xiang Lingxiao fighting against Geng Shuijin, and the battlefields were in the battle arenas No. 1 and No. 2 respectively.
Sisi stood in the crowd, her eyes were between Ye Feng in Field 1 and Xiang Lingxiao in Field 2, and her expression was extremely complicated.
Standing on the No. 1 competition arena, Ye Feng quietly looked at the boy in the blue shirt in front of him, and the boy in the blue shirt is Lan Qingshang.
Lan Qingshang had a lazy smile on his face and looked at Ye Feng and smiled: "Ye Feng, we are meeting again."
Ye Feng smiled calmly and said, "Brother Lan, long time no see."
Lan Qingshang said with an interesting smile on his face: "I am very interested in you!"
I am very interested in me... Ye Feng's black line is full of black hair, but unfortunately I am not interested in you!
Lan Qingshang smiled lazily and said, "I see that your battle is very straightforward and clear, and your strength has not been exerted. Let me try your strength today!"
Ye Feng smiled and said, "I believe you will definitely not disappoint."
Lan Qingshang still said lazily: "Since that's the case, I'll give you more advice."
Ye Feng smiled: "Same."
With a loud bang, Ye Feng's fighting spirit was circulating, and his aura was emitted in full swing. He immediately got the strongest firepower. The aura of the mid-level martial artist's cultivation level burst out in full swing, and he pressed directly towards Lan Qingshang on the opposite side.
Pulled by momentum, Lan Qingshang scattered lazily, replaced by an unparalleled sharp edge. Like a sharp sword unsheathed, the momentum of the whole body suddenly changed, and it was completely different.
A fierce light emanated from his eyes. Lan Qingshang danced by himself in his blue shirt without wind. His aura emanated from his whole body, and his sharp and powerful aura was facing Ye Feng.
The violent momentum seemed to be invisible collision, and the smoke and dust on the battlefield suddenly rose.
Ye Feng's pupils shrank slightly. From the collision of momentum, it can be seen that Lan Qingshang's cultivation level has reached a relatively high level among mid-level martial artists. Even the momentum may be about to reach the level of high-level martial artists, which is stronger than his own cultivation level.
However, this battle cannot be won by having a strong cultivation level. There are many high-level martial artists defeated by his own hands! With a slight slash of eyes, Ye Feng's fighting spirit was crazily activated, and his body and martial arts were activated instantly like shadows. A small vortex of air appeared under his feet. He kicked his toes on the spot, and his body disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a shadow, and rushed towards Lan Qingshang quickly.
Lan Qingshang glanced sharply at her eyes, whisper! Before she could find Ye Feng's figure, Ye Feng had already appeared in front of him, and a green light shot from his right fist, and a powerful punch from the air had already been swung out, hitting Lan Qingshang's chest.
A wanton smile appeared on Lan Qingshang's face, and he laughed, without evading, with a faint blue light on his right fist, and violently swung it, aiming at Ye Feng with a punch.
"Bang", the two strong collide, and the fierce and violent wind suddenly scattered and blew the ground full of smoke and dust.
Lan Qingshang couldn't help but take three steps back before he stood firm. Looking at Ye Feng standing there, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Have fun!"
A smile appeared on Ye Feng's face. Lan Qingshang was so fond of fighting. This battle would definitely be full of joy. This is the real battle!
After laughing, Lan Qingshang's eyes burst into light, and his body moved in place and began to attack.
In Ye Feng's eyes, Lan Qingshang's figure moved slightly and disappeared from the spot. He was suddenly surprised. Lan Qingshang's speed was not slow either!
Almost the next moment, Lan Qingshang's figure appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes. A light blue light continued to surge in his right fist, and he punched him at Ye Feng's face.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, and he had never been afraid of anyone when he fought head-on! He swung his right fist, and the powerful fighting spirit condensed in his right hand. A faint blue light suddenly lit up. He saw the blue fist that was rushing towards him head-on, and with a powerful punch, he attacked him.
Boom, the violent wind squirted out again in the center of the collision between the two, which was extremely shocking. Both of them took full advantage of their efforts without reservation, and the powerful wind was terrifying.
The two of them were violently fighting qi running wildly, their bodies flashing around in the field of fighting, with an astonishing speed, often at a glance, and then they quickly fought together and collided wildly.
Many outer disciples were fascinated by the way. Although the two of them played in a gorgeous way, they were passionate, collision, retreat, collision, retreat! In a few simple words, the battle was quite fierce. However, even though Lan Qingshang had a cultivation level close to that of a high-level martial artist, he was still under Ye Feng's strong body. He was basically at a disadvantage when he fought head-on. However, depending on the situation, it was not a battle that could end in a short time.
"Bang!"
There was another strong and terrifying collision sound, and the two collided strongly in the middle of the battle arena again, and then they were about to part with one touch, and they ejected their bodies and retreated far away.
With his hands squatting on the ground, Lan Qingshang's face appeared with a wanton smile, he jumped up and laughed: "Ye Feng, you did not disappoint me."
Ye Feng hugged his chest with his hands and said with a faint smile: "Of course, but I'm afraid you will disappoint me!"
Lan Qingshang's expression changed for a moment, and his sharp aura emanated from his body, and he laughed wildly: "Ye Feng, you are qualified to let me take action with all my strength."
"Is that true?" Ye Feng smiled without objection.
Lan Qingshang stopped laughing, and with a spiritual sense, a golden tiger-head spear suddenly appeared on his right hand. The spear was more than ten feet long. A layer of light gold powder was paved on the slender gun, emitting dazzling golden light. The tip of the gun was slightly bent, showing a small tiger-head, which looked extremely amazing.
Wu Wenqiu's pupils shrank slightly. He had never seen this spear when he fought with Lan Qingshang before. Now it was the first time he saw Lan Qingshang use a weapon. It seemed that Lan Qingshang had regarded Ye Feng as an extremely powerful opponent.
Ye Feng's eyes were condensed, and he looked at the aggressive golden tiger-head spear, and smiled: "Since that's the case, let's come over!"
Lan Qingshang moved his right hand slightly, holding the Golden Tiger-headed spear tightly in his hand, his aura became sharper, and a strong fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.
Ye Feng was still standing calmly, his hands were still naked, and he had no intention of taking out the Dragon Scale Knife.
Lan Qingshang looked slightly sharp and asked, "Ye Feng, don't you plan to use weapons to deal with me?"
Ye Feng smiled and said, "You must use it when it should be used." Because Ye Feng also has his own plans. If he wins this game, and believes that nothing unexpected happens, Xiang Lingxiao will definitely win. Then the next game he will face is Xiang Lingxiao. If he can defeat Lan Qingshang without revealing his own strength, then of course it is the best choice.
Lan Qingshang's face suddenly became less beautiful, and he obviously thought Ye Feng underestimated him.
The tiger-headed spear in his hand suddenly waved, and the momentum suddenly burst out on his body. Lan Qingshang said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, then I'm not polite."
Ye Feng smiled faintly and his expression became solemn. As the saying goes, one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous. This tiger-headed spear is more than one meter long, so you really can't underestimate it.
Lan Qingshang held the spear in his hand, and suddenly kicked his body in place, bounced up quickly, and rushed towards Ye Feng like an electric fire. The fighting spirit suddenly burst out, and the tip of the gun on his right hand suddenly appeared, and it stabbed towards Ye Feng sharply like a dragon going out to sea.
Ye Feng's expression condensed, and a tiny vortex of air appeared under his feet. His body moved slightly and disappeared from the spot.
Seeing Ye Feng's body disappearing, Lan Qingshang was not panicked. He stood firm. As soon as the spear stopped, the spear in his hand still had sharp fighting spirit on the tip of the spear, and swept quickly with a swing.
At this moment, Ye Feng's figure had just appeared on the side of Lan Qingshang. He rushed forward while Lan Qingshang had his gun, his pupils slightly shrank, and the tiger-head spear with sharp aura swept over the waist.
Ye Feng smiled slightly, and the fighting spirit burst out in his right hand. He saw the tiger-headed spear sweeping across and grabbed it.
Lan Qingshang smiled on his face. Seeing Ye Feng trying to capture the spear, he would naturally not make Ye Feng succeed so easily. The spear in his hand suddenly shook, and several phantoms appeared on the body of the spear, and continued to sweep.
As his eyes condensed, he could not find the entity of the spear. Ye Feng immediately stopped moving forward and his body retreated rapidly.
Lan Qingshang swept across the spear in his hand, kicked the ground with his toes, and chased Ye Feng back with a spear in his hand. With a swing of the spear, a faint blue light emitted from the tip of the spear, aiming at Ye Feng forward.
As the spear in front of him pierced straight towards him, the faint blue light revealed a sharp breath, and his body stopped suddenly. As the spear tip was about to pierce, he used force to move his body horizontally and dodge the attack of the spear again.
Lan Qingshang would not let Ye Feng go so simply. When he retracted his spear, he repeatedly pointed the spear. The golden tiger-head spear seemed to have an illusion. The energy slammed towards Ye Feng violently, and the powerful fighting spirit almost covered Ye Feng's whole body.
Feeling the unstoppable Dou Qi, Ye Feng's expression trembled. The strength of this Dou Qi could not be resisted by his current physical body.
His body jumped in place, moved backward in an oblique direction, avoiding all the sharp fighting spirit attacks, and stopped. Lan Qingshang laughed wildly and said, "Ye Feng, with your current strength, it may not be that easy to win me like this!"
Ye Feng's expression changed rapidly. Indeed, it was almost impossible to defeat Lan Qingshang so easily. With Lan Qingshang's extremely powerful gunshot technique, he might not be able to approach him, and he would be suppressed at a disadvantage. If he did not take out the Dragon Scale Knife, he would have to fight closely. But how should he approach Lan Qingshang? Looking at Lan Qingshang standing with a gun on the opposite side, Ye Feng looked solemn, clenched his fists, ready to launch an attack again.