Elder He walked forward with a smile, glanced at Bu Jingyu with appreciation, and then said loudly: "For fairness, every time the contestants play, the contestants have half an hour to recover. Below... who wants to each other
challenge?"
"Why do I have to be even? Challenge the peddler disciple Ye Feng!"
As soon as Elder He finished speaking, a figure rushed up to the stone platform and inadvertently bowed to Ye Feng below.
"Well……"
Ye Feng was stunned. Unexpectedly, he was the second person to be challenged. The inner disciple on the stage looked arrogant and had a strong provocation in his eyes.
"Why do you have to rank more than 20 in the inner sect? It's much weaker than Yao Yifeng."
Yuan Ningzhen took the initiative to explain, looking at Ye Feng with some fun and said, "Junior Brother Ye, although you won one game, you are still the softest persimmon among these people."
Ye Feng smiled indifferently.
This is true. Many people must think that they can beat Yao Yifeng and have put in all their strength, and the power of another move will be greatly reduced.
In short, my cultivation is too low. In ordinary people's cognition, the virtual realm is naturally much inferior to the king realm in terms of its majesty in terms of its combat power and its combat power.
Because of this, this inner disciple who ranks more than 20 dared to challenge him.
"good."
"Then let them see if I can pinch my soft persimmon."
After chuckling, Ye Feng pulled up from the air and shot towards the stone platform like lightning. Then he stood firmly, why bother to clasp his fists evenly?
"Junior brother, don't say that senior brother bullies you and offends you!"
He Bijun's mouth showed a relaxed smile, and used a long golden whip, his hands trembled continuously, and thrust at Ye Feng.
"I see!"
Ye Feng sneered in his heart. This person's body skills were light and his weapons were strange. It seemed that he had just seen his close combat and wanted to win with a long attack.
This idea is good, but unfortunately, the other party picked the wrong opponent.
Swallowing!
Why bother to whip three times in a row? The body is extremely agile and rushes on the stone platform one after another. The whip wind is still not over, and the three times are whip at Ye Feng's face.
"Take him to death for me and suck this damn guy into meat paste!"
In the crowd below, Qing Zhenyi jumped up with a roar and waved his arms, as if he was the one holding the whip.
There are also many other inner disciples who show more or less excitement, hoping that they can win.
Although both the inner and outer sects belong to the Diyuan Sect, for thousands of years, the inner sect has been high above. In the eyes of most disciples, the servitude disciples are no different from the hard worker. A Ye Feng suddenly popped up, which severely slashed the inner sect's spirit and made them feel in their hearts.
The sense of superiority was swept away, which obviously caused a rebound from many people.
"I'm afraid that Junior Brother Ye will encounter many opponents in this round of challenge system."
In a corner of the crowd, Luo Mi glanced around her eyes and said with some anxiety.
"If he had joined the inner sect earlier, he would not have had these right and wrong. It's really strange, why did Ye Feng stay in the Servant Tower and be willing to be a Servant disciple?"
"It depends on how far he can hold on."
Xiao Chennan also nodded.
Once Ye Feng wins, the reputation of his inner disciples will be frustrated, which will attract more people to share the same hatred. Even some inner elders are unwilling to see that scene happen.
On the Kunwu Stone Platform, He Bijun's figure had drawn countless afterimages. He did not get close to Ye Feng, but kept whipping on the outside, with whip shadows from time to time, whipping at the vital points of Ye Feng's body at a tricky angle.
At this time, Ye Feng's expression became a little solemn.
This person's body movement was extremely good. However, his attack was mediocre and was blocked by Ye Feng. The effort of a cup of tea in front and behind did not cause any damage to him.
wrong!
He felt a little bit of strength in his heart, the disciples ranked in the twenty-sect in the inner sect?
Silently, a green spiritual force overflowed against the ground. The moment he touched the ground, Ye Feng's pupils suddenly changed.
On the originally smooth and jade-like Kunwu stone platform, there were strands of very obscure Yuanli filaments, and above these filaments, there were rule-based powers.
He immediately understood.
This person should be setting up something like a formation, waving his arms and attacking again and again, but it is just a concealment.
It’s like boiling a frog in warm water. When you find something wrong, you will be in a desperate situation.
Since you want to set yourself a trap, then... just follow the plan.
Ye Feng's attack speed suddenly slowed down, and even his Yuan power began to fluctuate, as if he was a little difficult to deal with the whip shadows, his footsteps were chaotic and he lost his layout.
A joy flashed across He Bijun's face, who was watching from the side. After wandering hundreds of times, he suddenly chose the central palace to go straight in. The whip was like a spear, stabbing Ye Feng's heart quickly.
"good!"
The whip was as fast as thunder, and dozens of sonic booms were emitted from the void. Seeing this, many inner disciples who were watching the battle shouted and cheered in unison.
Ye Feng glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and anger swelled in his chest.
The gazes that shot from the surroundings were filled with wanton mockery and sarcasm.
It seems that those people want to see themselves as a servant, defeated, injured, or even killed by inner disciples.
He has no grudges and grudges with these people. Even if he is right in front of him, he has never met before. He will suffer such cold eyes just because his identity is just a servant?
Sure enough, the martial arts world is the same, with clear levels and the strong prey on the weak.
If you want to break the rules, you will be subject to the rules.
Ye Feng didn't think about this scene before participating in the competition. At that time, he was only thinking about how to deal with Bu Jingyu's challenge. Now it seems that he... has become a thorn in the eyes of the entire inner door without realizing it.
It's right.
But...so what?
Even if you are enemies of the world, why should you be afraid of it?
"Surprising the Cloud Palm!"
The three-point air in my chest rushed straight to the ceiling.
Ye Feng had already brewed a good blow, and he was like a storm.
The Yuan power spreads forward like a huge wave.
He Bijun's face changed instantly, and the cold air coming towards him became domineering. He did not retreat but advanced, and his hand was originally soft and whipped straight, like gold and iron.
"Junior Brother Ye, be careful."
"That is a low-grade spiritual weapon in the heavenly level... the Dragon Blood Yang Flame Whip, extremely fierce!"
Seeing this scene, Luo Mi couldn't help but scream.
Without waiting for Ye Feng to react, the whip was as red as blood, breaking a gap through the sky and rushing towards Ye Feng.
"Junior Brother Ye, I'm sorry, if you offend someone, you have to pay the price, and... the ranking of senior brother in the inner sect must be spread with your blood."
Why do you have the fierce intentions in your eyes soared? You are determined to win this blow.
However, the next moment, he was very alert in his heart. Although Ye Feng's face was still panicked, his eyes were pitch black and bright, and there was no trace of fear in it. There was even a hint of ridicule.
He was shocked in his heart. He turned around and wanted to escape. But before he could step out, a brilliant green light suddenly exploded in front of him, and the violent and boundless mental power bombarded him hard.