Anyone who can achieve something in martial arts practice has some arrogance.
Qingyizi entered the Taoist Holy Land when he was young. At the age of fifteen, he was already at the peak of King Wu's cultivation. In order to enter the ancient tower to experience, he suppressed his cultivation for five years, and now he has broken through to the level of King Wu.
In the imperial realm, his strength has increased several times.
It stands to reason that King Wu would not take him seriously in the early stage, but Ye Feng was different.
As far as Qing Yizi knows, Ye Feng once escaped from Yunxiao City from the siege of three powerful Martial Emperors with his early cultivation as King Wu.
Martial Emperor level masters are not uncommon, but those who can reach the Martial Emperor level are like phoenix feathers and water chestnuts, and their strength is not on the same level at all.
At the very least, Qing Yizi asked himself that he did not have the ability to survive the pursuit of the powerful Emperor Wu and still live well.
And he also knew that Ye Feng practiced a magical power, which was to condense the fairy light of the sun, and its power was extraordinary.
At this moment, Qing Yizi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell on Ye Feng's left shoulder. A small snake the size of a palm with a golden thread on its back lay lazily.
Back then, this inconspicuous little snake was talked about by countless warriors in Yunxiao City. It had sixth-level strength comparable to that of the Martial Emperor.
"Although He Yuxuan has mastered the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword, I'm afraid he may not be a match for Ye." Qing Yizi looked solemn, but did not remind He Yuxuan out loud.
"Buzz!..."
The Purple Light Thunder Sword came to chop at the head, but Ye Feng stood still until the sword light was approaching in front of him, then he slowly stretched out a finger, and the sun's fairy light condensed on the fingertip, like a sword glow.
"Arrogant! You are asking for death!"
Seeing Ye Feng actually using one finger to catch his own Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword, He Yuxuan had a sneer on his face.
"Bang!"
The moment his fingers touched the thunder sword, the purple thunder sword disintegrated inch by inch, and all the thunder light dissipated. He Yuxuan's face showed a look of horror, his body shook, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Suddenly, a surge of true energy came, causing his clothes to explode and fall into pieces, but it was because the power contained in Ye Feng's finger was too tyrannical. After shattering the Purple Light Thunder Sword, he also
The clothes on his body were shattered into powder.
"Kick! Kick! Kick!..."
He Yuxuan took three steps back. He was naked except for a small white trousers, and his face turned red.
"Bastard thing!"
He Yuxuan was shocked and angry. The noble temperament on his body disappeared in an instant. With a long roar, the purple light thunder sword condensed again and slashed towards Ye Feng again.
"Martial Emperor level cultivation? You are too weak!"
Ye Feng still pointed out and used his unparalleled power to instantly break the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword cleanly.
"puff!"
As if struck by lightning, He Yuxuan flew away and fell down the steps of the stone platform in a state of embarrassment.
"Brother!"
The three martial arts masters who came with He Yuxuan quickly ran over and helped him up. There were blood stains on every corner of his mouth, all of which were injured by Ye Feng.
"Let's go!"
He Yuxuan was trembling all over, and he couldn't understand why the opponent, who was only in the early stage of King Wu, could break the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword that he was most proud of so easily?
But he also knew that with his own strength, he was no match for this person. However, he had already memorized Ye Feng's appearance, and he must investigate carefully after returning to find out who this person was.
He Yuxuan retreated, and only Ye Feng and Qing Yizi were left in this ancient palace.
The two Martial Kings who were injured by Ye Feng also climbed up the steps of the stone platform one after another and stood behind Qing Yizi.
"You are indeed a person who can turn Yunxiao City upside down. I am very curious, what kind of cultivation level do you have?"
Although Ye Feng defeated He Yuxuan easily, Qing Yizi still had no intention of retreating. Instead, he looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile.
Ye Feng could tell that Qing Yizi's calmness and calmness were not just an act, but a strong confidence in himself.
"You should be able to sense King Wu's early cultivation." Ye Feng responded with a gentle smile.
Hearing this, Qing Yizi shook his head. Naturally, he would not believe that Ye Feng was King Wu's early cultivation level, thinking that he must have mastered some method to hide his cultivation level.
"I am determined to get what is on the stone platform!"
Qing Yizi said calmly, the fairy light appeared behind him, the clouds and mist shrouded, and dragons and phoenixes danced.
"boom!"
There was almost no warning. The two of them took action at the same time. Qingyizi suddenly transformed into a green dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and emitting sound waves that were like real sounds.
Ye Feng remained unmoved, unable to hold the King Ming Seal with his hand. Even though the sound wave came up and down, it could not hurt him at all.
The technique practiced by Qingyizi was very strange. He suddenly transformed into a fire phoenix, spitting flames from his mouth and overwhelming Ye Feng's figure.
Ye Feng still stood motionless. The seal in his hand suddenly changed, and he started to use the heaven-shaking power of creation. All the pores in his body opened up, like a whale swallowing a long river, swallowing up all the flames, and his aura surged.
The man in Qingyi opposite him snorted coldly, his body suddenly moved, a palm reached out from the air, and his true energy surged out, slamming towards Ye Feng's head.
This is a powerful seal that covers the sky with one palm and has great power.
"laugh!"
Ye Feng used the Nine Sun Seal to condense the fairy light of the sun, and a sword light shot up from his fingertips into the sky, piercing and shattering the palm print made by Qing Yizi in the blink of an eye.
However, Qing Yizi's seal was unpredictable. After being broken, it reorganized instantly. It was chopped into pieces by Ye Feng more than ten times in succession, but it still continued to bombard him with unabated force.
Ye Feng's face was solemn, and he continued to condense the sun's fairy light into sword light. The fight between the two was countless times more fierce than the battle with He Yuxuan just now, with all kinds of rays of light flashing and colorful.
"As expected of a master disciple of the Taoist Holy Land, the techniques and martial arts practiced by this man in green are extremely exquisite and indeed powerful."
Ye Feng's whole body was bathed in the blazing fairy light of the sun, and swords of fairy light were slashed out one after another. No matter how fierce Qing Yizi's offensive was, they were easily resolved.
Suddenly, Tsing Yizi leaped forward, transformed into the shape of a blue dragon, with its claws stretched out, and its true energy billowing.
"Hand-to-hand combat?"
Ye Feng groaned, and immediately understood that Qing Yizi felt that he could not defeat him with the exquisite skills and magical powers, so he wanted to defeat him with close combat.
However, Qing Yizi could not imagine that Ye Feng's best advantage was his physical body!
"boom!"
He punched out and collided hard with the dragon's claw. In an instant, fire burst out, and Ye Feng felt a surge of tyrannical force, making his body immediately unstable and he took half a step back.
"Ye Feng, I didn't expect your physical body to be so powerful, but compared to me, it's still a step away."
Qingyizi let out a long roar, suddenly turned his fist into a palm, grabbed it with one hand, and suddenly transformed into a ferocious tiger claw.
Compared with Qing Yizi's various methods, which are endless and varied, Ye Feng has very few moves that he can master.
After all, the three types of seals recorded in Fudo Myooh are of a lower grade. The various secret arts performed by Qing Yizi are all heaven-level and included in the level of supernatural powers.
Only the Nine Yang Seal can compete with it and make Ye Feng invincible.
"What kind of magical power do you have?"
Qing Yizi retreated and used several extraordinary powers in succession, but none of them could break the fairy light of the sun blooming from the twin suns above Ye Feng's head. This made him even more curious about the magical powers that Ye Feng had cultivated.
At the same time, Qing Yizi suddenly realized that it seemed that Ye Feng had not shown his talent from beginning to end.
"War Dragon Transformation!"
I saw Ye Feng suddenly roaring angrily, his whole body glowed brightly, dragon scales sprouted all over his body, a sharp sword-like dragon horn towered above his head, pointing straight to the sky, and a dragon tail like steel grew out behind him, sweeping across
In between, the whipping air emitted bursts of explosions.
"Bloodline talent?"
Qing Yizi's eyes flashed, and he felt that after Ye Feng's transformation, his aura became more wild and domineering, and there was a faint tendency to surpass him.
"Wanxiang Xuan Gong!"
Qingyizi's hands turned into afterimages, and he created mysterious seals one after another. A bright blue sword light condensed on the top of his head. During the tremor, he shot out endless sword energy and penetrated the space.
"boom!"
Ye Feng's feet suddenly hit the ground, and he rushed forward like a ferocious beast as fast as lightning.
The sword energy hit his body one after another, making a clanging sound like iron and stone colliding, and fire flying everywhere, but it was unable to harm his body in the slightest.
The dragon scales on his body were extremely strong, and he smashed countless sword energy with his extremely arrogant attitude, and rushed towards Qing Yizi.
"Bang!"
The two men once again used their physical strength to fight hard. As soon as they fought, Qing Yizi felt an unmatched surge of tyrannical force.
"Crack!"
A figure flew out, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and shattering.
The figure flying out is naturally Qing Yizi. His cultivation level is at the early stage of the Martial Emperor. He has also practiced the Wanxiang Xuan Gong and other heaven-level techniques. His physical body is comparable to that of the Martial Emperor and even the peak level, but he is still not transformed.
Ye Feng's opponent behind him.
In terms of Qi cultivation, he is better than Ye Feng. After all, there is a big gap between the early stage of King Wu and the early stage of King Wu.
However, Ye Feng relied on the Nine Yang Seal Technique to be able to compete with the competition and not fall behind at all.
So he used his martial body to fight Ye Feng in close combat. Ye Feng was also weaker than him. He thought he could suppress the opponent with this, but he didn't expect that Ye Feng hid his methods. He actually had a special bloodline and after the transformation, he became physically stronger.
Times!
Especially Ye Feng's cultivation level shocked him even more than Ye Feng's magical powers and bloodline talents.
At first, he thought that Ye Feng must have hidden his cultivation, and that he might be at the peak of the Martial King, or at the same level as himself.
But after a fight, he discovered that Ye Feng's cultivation was indeed at the early stage of King Wu.
This result made Qing Yizi's heart hit hard. He has the talent of condensing Yuan, and his cultivation speed is much faster than ordinary people. He suppressed his cultivation for five years, broke through the Martial Emperor in one fell swoop, and greatly improved his strength. However, he was defeated by
He was defeated by a warrior who was a level lower than himself.
"He is a genius, nothing more than this..." Looking at Ye Feng, who stood on the steps of the stone platform like a human dragon, Qing Yizi's heart was filled with bitterness.
In the past, he thought that few people of his generation could compare with him, but now he realized that he was just wishful thinking, sitting in a well and looking at the sky.