C230 Six-sect exchange assembly2

The battle began.

On the stage, Evil Moon Sect eyebrows and stars battled fiercely, and the entire stage was enveloped by Profound Qi s ignited from their bodies. The two transformed into two Phantom s that collided on the stage, and each time they collided, a low sonic boom resounded.

The surrounding disciples were all staring with their eyes wide open in excitement.

However, three minutes later, the Star Profound Qi was defeated by Liu Mei with one palm.

The result was within people's expectations.

Liu Mei won and arrogantly walked down the stage. When he was walking past Ye Feng, he stopped and said coldly: "Did Ye Feng see my strength? If you didn't have my strength, I definitely wouldn't have married you. "

Ye Feng sneered and did not speak, and directly ignored Liu Mei.

Seeing that Ye Feng treated her as air, Liu Mei's face sunk: "I don't know how you instigated your sect master to let you participate in the Exchange Conference. If you want to redeem our engagement, then you're too stupid. It's impossible for me, Liu Mei, to marry a waste of Ninth Level of Martial General! "

Ye Feng still did not speak, and the corner of his mouth carried a cold smile.

The second round of the competition began, with Xin Song and Song Shan taking the stage. Xin Song could not wait to launch his berserk attacks, and Song Shan took out a large number of Spirit Stone s and scattered them all over the place.

Suddenly, Song Shan stomped his foot, and a layer of golden light enveloped Song Shan, blocking the incoming Rage Fist.

Immediately after, the Mudra in Song Shan's hand changed, and a golden wild bull appeared from within the golden light.

Bang.

A loud sound echoed out.

Zhensong was directly sent flying. Blood spewed out of his mouth as he was eliminated.

The surrounding disciples were speechless.

They never thought that the match would end so soon.

They never thought that Song Shan's array would be so strong!

The third match had arrived.

Yang Yun nimbly flew to the arena.

Ye Feng walked towards the arena step by step.

The two of them looked at each other!

"In my opinion, there's no need for this match. Ninth Level of Martial General versus Martial King's fourth level, what's the point of a fight!"

"Yeah, this is simply like heaven and earth. There's no way to compare at all."

"Trash from the Taiyin Faction, just surrender quickly and don't waste time."

"F * * k, he dares to step on the stage with his Ninth Level of Martial General. How embarrassing!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples jeered.

Yang Yun also looked at Ye Feng with contempt, and said while sneering: "Trash, hurry up and admit defeat, don't waste everyone's time."

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose. He did not speak, but looked at Yang Yun as if he was looking at an idiot.

Yang Yun felt the provocation in Ye Feng's gaze and instantly became furious, "Trash, you still dare to provoke me? I kindly advise you not to appreciate my kindness. Alright, but don't blame me for beating you half to death later on. "

In the stands.

"Sect Master Ouyang, to think that you actually have so much confidence in your disciples. Do you dare to bet with me?" The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect Elder said.

Hearing this, the other headmasters' eyes lit up.

The corner of Sect Master Ouyang's mouth twitched slightly as he said: "Sect Leader Wan, what do you want to bet?"

Sect Master Wan said, "If your disciple wins this match, you can consider it my loss. Let's bet one hundred million Pill, how about it? "

Sect Master Ouyang replied without thinking: "Alright, I'll bet a hundred million Pill with you."

The sect was extremely poor recently, where would they get their hands on Pill? He never thought that Sect Leader Wan will just send the Pill over, it's so good!

Hearing the bet between the two sect masters, the other four sect masters stared blankly. All of them felt that the Sect Master Ouyang was giving away his Pill.

As a result, they could no longer hold it in and also decided to take part in the gamble.

The Sect Master Ouyang said, "If you guys want to gamble, then so be it. If Ye Feng wins, and you lose all one hundred million Pill, if Ye Feng loses, I will lose one hundred million Pill each. "

"Sect Master Ouyang, great!"

"Alright, it's a deal!"

"…"

The Sect Leaders were extremely happy.

In their eyes, this hundred million Pill was a win.

After all, Ye Feng only had the Ninth Level of Martial General and Yang Yun was actually in the fourth level of Martial King.

When some disciples heard the wager made by the headmasters, they were immediately stirred up.

"Is the Taiyin Faction Master crazy? You dare to take such a gamble? "

"My Taiyin Faction is going to go bankrupt!"

"…"

Elder Lu shook his head and announced, "Let's begin!"

Yang Yun's aura rose, his cultivation at the fourth level of the Martial King erupted, his body was covered in a layer of yellow light, the ground beneath his feet started to crack, his imposing manner was astonishing.

Ye Feng stood there calmly.

Seeing Ye Feng's expression, countless of disciples thought Ye Feng had been scared silly by his imposing manner.

Yang Yun also thought so, as he arrogantly said: "Trash, see how I'll beat you until you spit blood with one punch!"

With that said, Yang Yun stepped forward and rushed forward like a ferocious beast, the light in his fist surging towards Ye Feng. Boom!

This fist strike of his had the power of the fourth level of Martial King s. It had the strength of at least a million kilograms, and what was even more frightening was that it was still extremely fast. Even a mountain would be pierced through by it, and even a peak of the third level Martial King would not be able to withstand it.

But how could he withstand the aura of Ye Feng, who was only close to the limits of his Ninth Level of Martial General?

The scene of Ye Feng flying out of the arena like a kite with its string cut suddenly appeared in everyone's mind, blood spewing out of his mouth.

However.

The scene in their minds did not appear.

Just as Yang Yun's Rage Fist was about to land on Ye Feng's body, Ye Feng shifted to his side, and Yang Yun's fist seemed to graze past Ye Feng's chest.

Yang Yun's punch missed!

The eyes of the surrounding disciples were as big as an ox. They wanted to say something, but were choked back down, each and every one of them had a horrified expression on their faces.

Other than Sect Master Ouyang, the other sect masters frowned.

Yang Yun was startled, and his mind went blank for a while.

Ye Feng laughed coldly: "Who said just now that I would be beaten half to death?"

Hearing this, Yang Yun's face flushed red like a pig's liver.

"..." "I'll beat you half to death later …"

These words echoed in Yang Yun's mind, it was exactly what he had said to Ye Feng just now, and now, it was as though he had ruthlessly slapped Yang Yun's face.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Yun shouted coldly and threw another punch at Ye Feng, which he easily dodged to the side.

Yang Yun did not believe it. He punched again, and Ye Feng easily dodged it.

Yang Yun's face was flushed red, his eyes were filled with red threads, his hands on his bow, the Rage Fist was like a tempest as it struck towards Ye Feng.

With his hands behind his back, Ye Feng's footsteps moved, and his body swayed as he dodged Yang Yun's attacks.

The surrounding disciples were dumbfounded.

From their point of view, Yang Yun's attack on Ye Feng was like a child attacking an adult.

"What's going on? Isn't Ye Feng a Ninth Level of Martial General? How could he dodge the attack of the fourth level of Martial King so easily? "

"Am I seeing things?"

"…"

The surrounding disciples' expressions froze.

Yang Yun chased for a while, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, but he did not even touch the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.

Ye Feng said calmly, "Are you sure you can do it? If it doesn't work, then hurry up and admit defeat, don't waste your time! "

Hearing this, Yang Yun was so angry that he almost vomited blood, because this was exactly what Yang Yun had said to him before.