Zhang Yifeng noticed that when the No. 7 team announced that they would abstain, Ouyang Zi's eyes flashed with a light of relief.
Obviously Ouyangzi didn't want to fight again so soon. It seemed that Ouyangzi didn't have much energy left.
Zhang Yifeng looked thoughtful. This second match had come to an end. Then it was time for Zhang Yifeng's team to take the field.
Zhang Yifeng's opponent this time was Team No. 12, who also had ninth-level monks from the Earthly Immortal Realm.
This time the opponent will obviously not give up again, and Team No. 12 did not lose much physical strength in the last match.
Zhang Yifeng's team came on stage at the same time as Team No. 12.
The battle between two teams that also possessed ninth-level monks from the Earthly Immortal Realm immediately aroused a frenzy among the monks watching in the audience.
"Isn't that Wang Meng? He is usually not very peaceful. I have never seen him participate in sect competitions."
"You don't care about so many things. Senior Brother Wang Meng can do whatever he wants. Senior Brother Wang Meng has stayed on the ninth floor of the Earthly Immortal Realm for such a long time. He is probably preparing to ask the sect master for a breakthrough pill."
"But Senior Brother Wang Meng's opponent should not be underestimated. That guy is a prominent figure in the younger generation."
"It has only been a short time since I joined the sect, and my cultivation level has reached the ninth level of the Earthly Immortal Realm. I heard that I am also favored by the elders of the sect."
"Tch, isn't it just that I have a better background? I have nothing to show off.
It’s better to be Senior Brother Wang Meng, when I first entered the sect…”
Discussions came one after another, but most of the discussions were about the good things Wang Meng had done.
As for their opponents, although there are mixed reviews, the unanimous evaluation is that they are very strong.
Zhang Yifeng doesn't care about this. Whether he is strong or not is not determined by others. Only Zhang Yifeng's personal evaluation is the most authentic.
"Senior Brother Wang, do you go up first or do I go up first?"
Zhang Yifeng asked Wang Meng casually. Wang Meng was silent for a moment and then said.
"I'll go first. It's better for me to do the opening battle."
"It's not that I don't believe in your strength, Junior Brother Zhang. Let me try the opponent's strength first."
Zhang Yifeng understood what Wang Meng meant, and nodded to make way for Wang Meng.
Seeing Wang Meng walking on stage, after some exchanges between the three people across from him, a young man with an imposing appearance and sharp eyes came out.
"I have met Senior Brother Wang Meng, and I have often heard of your name."
"It's just that this competition is not about who has done more good deeds. Although my senior brother has the same cultivation level as me, there is a huge gap in strength."
"I don't want to let senior brother lose face, so please give in."
This young man was quite polite, but what he said was not pleasant. He meant to ask Wang Meng to surrender quickly.
Zhang Yifeng stood behind and raised his eyebrows, and looked at the young man carefully. The young man held his head high and was full of arrogance.
Maybe he does have some strength, but there is no difference between having some strength in front of Zhang Yifeng.
"Junior brother, there's no need to say any more. We'd better meet Zhen Zhang under his command."
Wang Meng clenched his fists and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. There was no way he would give in in this battle.
Seeing Wang Meng's resolute attitude, the young man shook his head and sighed, then displayed his driving position to signal Wang Meng to attack first.
Wang Meng's expression condensed, aura condensed in his hand, and he rushed towards the young man. The aura in his hand was bright and the attack was extremely fast.
Wang Meng used a boxing technique from the Mingyue Sect, called Mingshan Boxing, and every Mingyue Sect disciple learned it.
It's just that Mingshan Boxing is too superficial in the eyes of most people, and no one is willing to learn it in depth.
"Mingshan Fist? Senior brother is so perseverant!"
Seeing the profound aura in Wang Meng's punches, the young man praised him.
For Wang Meng to be able to practice Mingshan Quan to such an extent, he has a lot of perseverance.
But for him, Mingshan Boxing is not enough for him.
The young man's eyes flashed, and he stood with his hands in front of him, with vigorous immortal power condensing in his hands.
The next moment, the young man pushed with both hands, and a beam of light hit Wang Meng. With the blessing of the surging immortal power, the beam of light directly knocked Wang Meng, who was charging towards the young man, back more than ten meters away, almost pushing him out of the ring in one fell swoop.
Although Wang Meng blocked the young man's beam of light with the Mingshan Fist in time, the powerful impact of the beam still broke the clothes on his arms.
Zhang Yifeng watched the battle from the sidelines, looking at the wounds on Wang Meng's arms and hands that were burned by the beam of light, his eyes filled with concentration.
Wang Meng's strength is indeed not as good as this young man. If he continues to fight, Wang Meng will not be able to gain any advantage.
If the fight continues, Wang Meng will only be treated as a plaything in the hands of young people.
With a sigh, Zhang Yifeng was about to apply to end the round, but Wang Meng rushed towards the young man again, ripples flashed under his feet, and he was in front of the young man in the blink of an eye.
He thrust his fists forward, and the majestic immortal power surged out from his fists, hitting the young man's chest.
After a loud noise, a figure flew out of the battle circle and was directly knocked out of the ring.
The young man was still standing in the distance, wiping the dust on his clothes, shaking his head and saying.
"Senior Brother Wang Meng, I already told you that I don't want to embarrass you too much. Why don't you understand what I mean?"
The figure that was knocked away was none other than Wang Meng. Wang Meng's fierce punch just now didn't even break the young man's clothes.
Zhang Yifeng's sharp eyes saw that when Wang Meng's punch hit the young man's clothes, it was directly offset by a subtle wave.
It seems that the clothes this young man is wearing should be some kind of magical weapon that can neutralize the opponent's attacks.
"Okay, the remaining two, you don't need to go up anymore."
"Senior Brother Wang Meng has been defeated by me. If you come here again, you will just be delivering food. You'd better hurry up and surrender to the referee."
The young man said lazily. After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and prepared to leave the stage.
"etc!"
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng slowly walked onto the ring, looking flatly at the young man who was about to step off the ring in the distance.
"If you go on now, you will be considered a loser."
Zhang Yifeng's provocative voice came, and the young man stopped, turned his head and looked at Zhang Yifeng carefully.
"It's you. I know you have done two major things in the sect recently."
"It's just that I'm not comparable to the two losers you defeated. I advise you not to bring trouble on yourself."
As the young man spoke, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he wanted to overwhelm Zhang Yifeng with his momentum.
"It doesn't matter what you say, but if you go on now, you will lose."
Zhang Yifeng said calmly, and also made a gesture of invitation with his hand, indicating that the young man could step off the ring at any time.
"Interesting guy, just a new disciple."
"Even if your talent is very high and your cultivation level has been raised to the seventh level of the Earthly Immortal Realm so quickly, you are facing people with deep roots in the Immortal Realm."
"There are many talented guys like you in the world of immortality. Just because of this, you dare to be arrogant in front of me!"