Ye Zhan thought for a moment, then firmly shook his head and said, "No, the Great Hunt is the Great Hunt. Are you willing to bet that you won't lose?"

He did not want anything to happen to Ye Feng.

The talent that Ye Feng displayed was extremely terrifying. He had to carefully cultivate it, and in the future, he would definitely become a legendary figure with Ye Family, even surpassing all of the ancestors of the Ye Family.

"Feng'er, let's go. Whoever dares to stop you, will only be fighting against me, Ye Zhan." Ye Zhan said these harsh words.

Patriarch coldly laughed: "Ye Family Master, why are you so serious? They are just here for a spar!"

"That's right, Ye Family Master. Could it be that your Ye Family is not even as bold as this little spar, or that your Ye Family cheated during the Great Hunting Competition!" Patriarch Wen was overbearing.

"Literature, aren't you going too far with your words?" Ye Zhan was furious.

If you don't have the ability to obtain first place, then say that your Ye Family has cheated and obtained first place.

"Ha ha!" The Patriarch Wen sneered, "Ye Family Master, if you don't let Ye Feng reveal his true abilities, I can only say that your Ye Family has cheated!"

"You …" Ye Zhan was so angry that his face turned green. He really wanted to hit someone.

Ye Feng stood out and said coldly with an expressionless face, "Patriarch Wen, do you want me to show my hand? No problem, but if your Wen Family disciple can't take it, don't blame me! "

"Ha ha!" Patriarch Wen laughed loudly, "Ye Feng, you have a big mouth, don't worry, even if you beat my disciple to death, it would be because my disciple's skills are inferior to others, so death isn't a pity, I won't blame you!"

"That's good!" Ye Feng nodded.

The Patriarch Wen's gaze turned cold as he said, "However, both sides are sparring and your fists and feet have no eyes. If you get hurt, don't mind it!"

"Even the Patriarch Wen knows that his skills are inferior and is asking for trouble, how can I not know?" Ye Feng said calmly.

"Feng'er, you …" Ye Zhan was worried.

"Dad, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ye Feng consoled.

Ye Zhan was helpless and could only nod his head, praying that nothing bad would happen to Ye Feng.

"Hao'er, come out and spar with Ye Feng!" Patriarch Wen instructed.

"Yes, Father!" Wen Hao walked out, dressed in green, looking like a talented person, a genius in Wen Family, late stage martial master.

Actually, he was also very unsatisfied to have been blacklisted by Ye Feng in the Great Hunting Competition. He wanted to fight against Ye Feng in actual combat, and in his heart, he wanted to stomp Ye Feng under his feet.

Only in this way would he be able to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Seeing that it was Wen Hao who walked out from the Martial Master Sixth Level, Ye Zhan's expression changed, "Ye Family Master, you still think highly of my Feng'er! My Feng'er only has Second Level of Martial Master, your Wen Hao Martial Master's Sixth Level, is obviously bullying others! I don't think we need to continue this sparring anymore! "

The difference between the Second Level of Martial Master and that of a Martial Master was too huge. Ye Feng was one hundred percent in danger.

Patriarch Wen laughed coldly: "Ye Zhan, could it be that your Ye Family wants to go back on your word? Are all our Ye Family this cowardly? "

He spoke his mind!

He wanted to force Ye Feng to fight, to let him make a fool of himself, to let his Ye Family take first place.

"Wen Kun, don't go too far!" Ye Zhan was furious, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Patriarch Wen's mouth stinks, it was getting more and more outrageous!

"Hahaha!" Patriarch Wen Wen Kun laughed disdainfully, "If it wasn't for Wang Family, your Ye Family wouldn't even be worth a fart in Blue Cloud City."

"You …" Ye Zhan couldn't contain his anger and was about to make a move.

Ye Feng walked out, and said coldly: "Patriarch Wen, don't talk so much, are you still going to hit your disciple?"

Hearing this, Wen Kun's eyes turned cold, "Hao'er, teach him a lesson!"

Wen Hao walked in front of Ye Feng, a cold light flickering in his eyes: "Ye Feng, fight me!"

"Cut the crap, come on!" Ye Feng said.

A strange smile appeared on the faces of the surrounding audience members.

~ Is this Ye Feng retarded? Where did his confidence come from?

They were all waiting for Ye Feng's joke.

"Wen Hao will beat Ye Feng to the ground!"

"Beating Ye Feng, Wen Hao only needs one move!"

"The difference in cultivation is too great, any schemes or schemes are useless, Ye Feng will lose for sure."

"…"

Although Ye Zhan was unwilling to do so, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His and Wen Family's skin had already been torn, so much so that Wen Family didn't care at all.

And the Leng and Zhong Families were unwilling to step out and persuade them, to the point that the two families were waiting to see the joke of Ye Family!

Looking at the surrounding clans, all of them had expressions of schadenfreude, no one was willing to step out and help Ye Family.

Even Wang's Disease, Ye Long and Ye Dao were not willing to stand up and say a word.

Ye Zhan felt his heart turn cold.

It seemed that all these years, the prestige of his Ye Family in Greencloud City had been too low.

No one took Ye Family seriously anymore.

Shaking his head, Ye Zhan took a deep breath. No matter what, if Ye Feng was in danger, he would not hesitate to make a move.

Wen Hao promised sincerely: "Ye Feng, I will defeat you in one move!"

"Ha ha!" Ye Feng laughed loudly, "Idiot, why didn't you say you would let me exchange three moves?"

"I'll give you three moves?" Wen Hao's eyes lit up, and laughed coldly, "Okay, so what if I let you take three moves?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was overjoyed: "A noble man's words are hard to follow up on, you better not go back on your words."

"Haha, I will go back on my word?" Wen Hao laughed disdainfully, "Do you think that you can injure me after three moves?"

"Let alone three moves, even if it were thirty moves, Ye Feng would still not be able to do anything to Wen Hao."

Many people in the audience said this.

Ye Feng said: "Watch carefully, I'm going to make a move!"

After saying that, the Mudra in Ye Feng's hand formed a seal, causing the Xuan Qi Fluctuation beneath him, the Nine Steps of Heavenly Path, to erupt as he stepped forward …

Boom.

Violent footprints descended from the sky, exuding an astonishing pressure.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Wen Hao's face also changed greatly. Fuck, how was this a cultivation of Second Level of Martial Master?

Bang.

The formless and terrifying footprints caused Wen Hao to immediately step on the ground, causing him to vomit blood and the surrounding ground to shatter bit by bit.

Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.

Wen Hao felt bitter in his heart.

He actually could not resist that move.

But what made him collapse even more was yet to come.

He only heard Ye Feng say: "This is the first battle, watch carefully, I'm going to use my second move!"

With that said, Ye Feng took a second step, an even more terrifying formless energy enveloped the area, causing the air to buzz, causing many spectators to feel extremely nervous.

Boom.

Wen Hao, who had just stood up, did not have the time to dodge. After being smashed into the ground by the berserk pressure, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

After two consecutive blows, Wen Hao, who was a martial master with a set of Sixth Level, was no longer able to stand up. He was only left with half his life.

"This …"

"F * ck, this is too scary!"

"Damn, what martial skill is this?" Intermediate or upper Star-scale? "

"…"

Countless people in the audience gasped.

Patriarch Wen's face darkened.

Ye Zhan, Patriarch Leng and Patriarch Zhong frowned, their eyes filled with shock.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and quickly ate a handful of Pill. He walked in front of Wen Hao and laughed: "There's still one more move … …"

Ye Feng clenched his fists and looked at Wen Hao's head: "Let's smash your head apart with one punch!"

Hearing that, Wen Hao panicked: "No …. "Don't..."