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"Ye Feng, get down!"

"Ye Feng, I'm sorry!"

"Ye Feng, eat my fist."

"…"

This group of people that was fighting together received Xiong Shan's reminder. They thought that Ye Feng had been poisoned and thus came up to take advantage of it.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth hooked into a cold smile, and the Mudra in his hand formed a seal.

Ye Feng's ghostly figure dodged everyone's attack power, his mouth revealed a sneer, and he threw out a punch and kicked.

Bang bang bang bang!

With four deep sonic booms, the four figures vomited blood and flew out of the arena.

"Damn, Ye Feng is so strong!"

"Damn, Ye Feng is so powerful, no wonder he can pass the third level of Wuzheng Pavilion!"

"Oh my god!"

"…"

The disciples below were all incomparably shocked.

Xiong Shan was so shocked that his eyes were wide open: "Ye Feng, how are you not poisoned? "Impossible, impossible!"

Ye Feng sneered, although he was poisoned, the Chaotic Dragon Cauldron could devour all the poison.

"Fuck you, Xiong Shan, didn't you say that Ye Feng was poisoned? "How dare you lie to us!"

"Xiong Shan, your sister! You lied to us! Hit him!"

"…"

The few disciples who were blasted off the stage by Ye Feng vented their anger on Xiong Shan.

"No!" Xiong Shan covered his head and scurried away.

On the dueling platform.

"Brother Fei, we can cripple Ye Feng now!" Lin Xueer was getting impatient.

Du Rufei's gaze turned cold, "Mn, the time has come. Everyone gather!"

Thus, seven to eight disciples led by Du Rufei and walked towards Ye Feng.

"The good show is about to begin!"

"Du Rufei and the rest are finally going to attack Ye Feng!"

"Du Rufei and the rest against Ye Feng alone, isn't that just too despicable!"

"How can there be any despicability on the platform? This is a strategy!"

"Now Ye Feng is done for!"

"…"

The disciples below the stage were discussing amongst themselves. Even the other disciples on the stage stopped their fights and stood up to watch.

The corner of Elder Ma's mouth rose slightly: "Ye Feng, can you still endure this time?"

Looking at the eight people that were walking towards him, Ye Feng's expression did not change.

"Ye Feng, I'll cripple you today!" Lin Xueer said resentfully.

"Ye Feng, you're finished!"

"Ye Feng, jump down yourself!"

"…"

A few disciples said arrogantly.

However, Du Rufei did not say a single word.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose, "Du Rufei, didn't you promise to fight with me? What, you're looking for help? Afraid of losing? "

Hearing that, Du Rufei's eyes flashed with anger, his mouth revealed a bitter smile: "Ye Feng, we'll talk after you pass this round! If you don't have the ability to pass this round of the competition, then you don't have the qualifications to fight me! "

"Hahaha!" Ye Feng laughed, "All of you go together, you idiots!"

Lin Xueer could no longer hold it in, and commanded: "Everyone forward, cripple him!"

Shua shua shua...

Other than Du Rufei and Lin Xueer who did not move, the other six people unleashed their cultivation bases and rushed at Ye Feng.

"At the same time, dealing with six Martial Cultivator with seven Martial Disciple, even Second Level of Martial Master would be difficult. Ye Feng will lose for sure!"

"If you want to blame something, blame it on Ye Feng's bad luck!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples all thought that Ye Feng was definitely going to lose.

However, Ye Feng's face did not show any signs of worry, his hand formed a seal, took out his Phantom Step and welcomed the incoming attack.

"Damn, Ye Feng is not running away?"

"That's right, this kind of situation can't be won at all. There's even a chance of winning if we run away!"

"He's overestimating himself!"

"…"

Another disciple began to discuss.

Ye Feng moved like a ghost, his punches moving extremely quickly.

Touch...

In an instant, three disciples were blasted out of the arena by Ye Feng, and none of them were even able to touch the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.

"Ye Feng is so fast!"

"That's Phantom Step, I'm afraid he's already mastered it!"

"Phantom Step? It can't be, no wonder it's so fast, that's a martial skill that's extremely difficult to cultivate! "

"…"

The surrounding disciples were shocked!

Seeing Ye Feng's performance, the corners of Elder Ma's mouth curled into a smile.

"Ye Feng, eat my fist!"

"Ye Feng, look at my palm!"

"…"

Three more disciples rushed forward, ready to take advantage of the situation.

Ye Feng's gaze turned cold and the Mudra in his hands changed. Its speed increased sharply, but once the Phantom Step entered his Level of Mastery, his figure instantly disappeared from their sight.

"What?" The three disciples were shocked.

Bang bang bang.

By the time they recovered from the shock, they felt a sharp pain on their backs and their bodies flew backward, falling onto the dueling platform.

"This …"

The disciples below were dumbstruck.

In an instant, Ye Feng eliminated six people.

Lin Xueer and Du Rufei were no longer calm.

Ye Feng's power had exceeded their imaginations!

"Ye Feng!" Lin Xueer bellowed, her figure flashed, and she struck out with her palm.

Ye Feng's face darkened, the Mudra in his hand made another seal, and the Phantom Step instantly entered the Obscure Realm, disappearing in a flash.

Lin Xueer was shocked.

"Get down!" Ye Feng punched towards Lin Xueer's back.

Bang.

Then, Du Rufei flashed over and struck out with his palm, blocking Ye Feng's fist.

The two of them retreated.

Lin Xueer heaved a sigh of relief, killing intent flashed in her eyes: "Brother Fei, let's go together and cripple him!"

Du Rufei nodded, thus, the two did not speak. Raising their Profound Qi s, they charged forward.

"Du Rufei and Lin Xueer acted at the same time, Ye Feng will definitely lose this time!"

"I hope Ye Feng can endure until the end of the competition!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples discussed.

Ye Feng frowned. He was able to deal with Du Rufei's First Level of Martial Master, but he still had a Lin Xueer at the peak of the Ninth Level of Martial Disciple. It would be a bit troublesome.

Therefore, Ye Feng planned to use one move to defeat the two of them.

Whoosh.

However, at the critical moment, Elder Ma's figure flew down. "Stop!"

Du Rufei, Lin Xueer stopped.

Lin Xueer was puzzled: "Elder Ma, what's going on?"

Elder Ma smiled: "The first round of the knockout stage is over!"

So it turned out that at this time, there were only ten disciples left on the platform.

Lin Xueer was so angry that she stomped her feet, her face turning white: "Just a bit more!"

Du Rufei stared at Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, consider yourself lucky!"

"Phew, Ye Feng's luck is really good, he almost lost!"

"Ye Feng is lucky."

"…"

Many disciple sentiments!

Ye Feng sneered, showing that he did not care.

Elder Ma said, "The first round of the competition is over. The second round will begin …"

The second round of the competition was a draw.

Number one against number ten, number two against number nine …

"Ye Feng, you were lucky just now. Right now, pray that you don't get me, or else …" Du Rufei clenched his fists tightly, a cold light flashing across his eyes.

"Idiot!" Ye Feng sneered.

"You …" Du Rufei asked angrily.

The two of them faced off against each other, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.

The surrounding disciples were extremely excited.

"The two of them haven't even started fighting yet and the smell of gunpowder is already so strong. If they were to fight, we'd be done for!"

"Mm, there will definitely be a good show later on!"

"…"

The drawing of lots began.

Ye Feng picked number three.

In other words, Ye Feng was going to fight against Number Eight.

Elder Ma announced: "Candidates # 1 and # 10, please come on stage!"

Under the cheers of the disciples, Du Rufei and a disciple walked up the stage.

"Sigh, what a pity, it's not Ye Feng or Du Rufei!"

"That's right!"

"However, Du Rufei and Lin Dong also have a battle!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples discussed.

The battle on the stage began.

"Ye Feng, you are trash. Are you number 3?" Suddenly, an arrogant voice rang out from the crowd, "I'll trample you under my feet!"