Nine Stars Killer

The opponent in this game is He Zijing of Mighty Hall. He is quite strong. After three rounds, he wins, loses and draws, accumulating four points and ranking in the middle.

"Brother praised, please!"

Ye Feng was still calm and calm, making a gesture of asking.

"Senior brother, you have to do it lightly, brother is afraid of pain."

He Zijing squeezed, and father said angrily, he was actually a sissy, but he even held a fan in his hand, which is not good.

Seeing He Zijing's appearance, Ye Feng secretly contempted him for a while. He was actually a yin and yang person. He was winking at Ye Feng, making Ye Feng a bit of a chill and getting goose bumps all over his body.

"Ahem, brother, please do it!"

Seeing He Zijing winking at herself, Ye Feng couldn't bear to look straight, coughed a few times, and asked the other party to quickly take action. Looking on, he had to be disgusting, and before fighting, Ye Feng frightened away.

"Junior Brother, why should you be so anxious? People don't want to be thrown out by you!"

He Zijing gave Ye Feng a white look, and Ye Feng trembled all over his body and swept towards He Zijing with a fist.

"Puff!"

Before He Zijing could react, he was swept away by Ye Feng with a fist. He whispered and rolled down the ring. Ye Feng hurriedly left the ring and went back to rest.

"Hahaha..."

There was a series of laughter all around, and the whole college knew that He Zijing glared at the handsome guy, and so many disciples couldn't stand him. Now when he met Ye Feng, he finally touched the dust of his nose.

Although everyone was very disgusted, because He Zijing was strong and didn't dare to do anything to him, now when he met Ye Feng, without any explanation, he swept him out with a punch.

He Zijing got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body. If there was no one, he slowly returned to his seat. This time he actually sat next to Ye Feng because they were the first to finish the game and there were only two of them in the rest area.

"Junior Brother is so strong, but the person you hit hurts so much!"

Father He Zijing said angrily, and touched his butt, ignoring Ye Feng's murderous eyes.

"Ahem, Brother He, please respect yourself!"

Ye Feng still coughed, and after the game was over, he couldn't make a shot. Besides, He Zijing didn't violate the rules, just talking to himself.

"Yes!"

He Zijing cleared his throat, and his voice became heavier, which seemed to be a little male, with his expression reduced.

"Junior Brother is very strong, I am very optimistic about you, I guess no one can stop you except those few!"

He Zijing angered Nu Chai with his mouth, and Ye Feng looked at it. It was Yue Wuhen, Ding Buhui, Luo Yifeng, and Xu Qingfeng.

Although Xu Qingfeng lost one game, he must not be careless. Ye Feng knows Xu Qingfeng's strength, and it is even possible that Xu Qingfeng deliberately saved his strength.

"Oh, how can you see it!"

Although Ye Feng heard the news about Yue Wuhen and Luo Yifeng, he said it again from He Zijing's mouth, and Ye Feng asked sideways.

"I'm telling you yes, don't be like this to others in the future!"

He Zijing had just returned to a serious look, and immediately changed again. It's true that a dog can't change eating shit, which caused Ye Feng to be contemptuous again.

"Let me first talk about Wuhen this month. I heard that when he was born, he was just in time for the lunar eclipse. There were countless invisible images near the place where he was born that night. Since his birth, he has demonstrated his talent for cultivation. There are too many ordinary people, and there are rumors from the outside world that he is the reincarnation of the spirit fox. The specifics are not very clear!"

He Zijing pointed to Yue Wuhen and said slowly.

Ye Feng nodded, Yue Wuhen said few words, and even cherished his daughter, and rarely saw him speak, otherwise the big brother of Yi Zhongtian would not have Xu Qingfeng's turn, precisely because Yue Wuhen did not fight for fame or gain.

"There is also this Luo Yifeng. Although he was born without a vision, he has a strong father. He is definitely a pivotal figure in the Southern China, so his future achievements must not be low."

He Zijing continued.

Since ancient times, the tiger father has no dogs, and Ye Feng also nodded. It seems that Luo Yifeng's sudden fame is not accidental, but inevitable.

"As for Ding Buhui, his origin is rather strange. He was adopted by others and joined the academy. It is rumored that he has lived with wild beasts since he was a child, and his character is rather violent. So far, he still inherits some characteristics of beasts."

Speaking of Ding Buhui, He Zijing is more jealous. Although Ding Buhui is not necessarily the strongest among the three, it is definitely the most difficult to provoke.

"If this is not your ultimate strength, it is estimated that it will be difficult for others to stop you, but you have to beware!"

He Zijing also noticed that Ye Feng wanted the championship, so he said this.

"Thanks for your advice!"

Ye Feng has been busy cultivating and doesn't know much about the background of some of the students in the academy. Hearing He Zijing's analysis, it seems that every genius's success is not a coincidence.

He Zijing seems to have a good relationship with Ye Feng, and he has converged a lot, and is no longer the same as flattering just now, with a solemn expression.

"Senior brother, you are already firmly established as a core disciple. I hope that the day when you become a true disciple, you can take care of your brother!"

He Zijing's tone is more rigorous.

"Senior brother is too polite, the junior is not even the core disciple, let alone the true disciple!"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly. Although he has a mutated physique, nine transformations of gods and demons, and seven forms of killing the sky, Ye Feng has great confidence in becoming a true disciple, but it is not a certainty.

"I see people have a very accurate vision, as long as the younger brother remembers what I said today!"

After talking about He Zijing and left, Qi Ruomei came over because someone had finished the game.

"He said something to you just now, isn't he here to hook you up!"

Of course, Qi Ruomei also knew who He Zijing was, and she gave Ye Feng a stern look.

"Ahem, you are jealous."

Ye Feng smiled evilly.

"Who eats your jealousy!"

Qi Ruomei snorted coldly, then turned her head to ignore Ye Feng.

One by one came back one after another. The farther to the back, the fiercer the battle, and the more severe the test of true qi. Fortunately, these are all genius disciples, and they recover very quickly.

After a cup of tea, entering the fifth round, Ye Feng didn't even plan to change the ring, it was the same one just now.

More than a dozen arena were landed at the same time, and soon there was a figure on the opposite side of Ye Feng.

"Crack!"

A big knife about the height of Ye Feng appeared in Crazy Sword's hand. The handle of the knife was inserted into the ground with a click, and the bluestone on the ground shattered into a large piece.

"I heard that your body is very strong, I don't know if I can withstand my Overlord Sword!"

Mad Knife has a set of Overlord Swordsmanship, which is as famous as its name, very domineering.

"I only found out after trying!"

Ye Feng was full of fighting spirit, and the momentum of the mad knife was very manic, like a barren beast, with a huge body, coupled with a large knife that was tall, giving people an invisible pressure.

"Take it!"

When the blade turned, the big knife leaped up in the air and pierced towards Ye Feng. Such a big knife, in the hands of the crazy knife, is like an embroidery needle, very flexible.

"What a domineering sword technique!"

Feeling the fierce sword aura, very domineering, a sword intent appeared, very small, and able to comprehend the sword intent, this crazy sword is really not easy.

The sword has the intent of the sword, and the sword has the intent of the sword. It may be easy to comprehend the intent of the sword, but the intent of the sword is incomparable, and this crazy sword is even a genius in the sword.

At a very high level, you don't need weapons to kill, but you can kill opponents by using artistic conception. It seems that Crazy Sword has not yet reached that point, just touched a trace of its prototype.

The tyrant was carrying a bunch of gusts of wind, and the air cut by the blade creaked. Ye Feng felt that his skin was about to be cut open, still standing on the spot, and had no intention of making a move.

"What's the matter, is this kid planning to take a blow from a crazy sword?"

Many people couldn't understand it at all. Ye Feng stood on the spot, with no plans to counterattack, turning a blind eye, watching the Tyrant approaching a little bit.

"Too arrogant, I have never seen such an arrogant kid who dares to ignore the blow of the crazy knife!"

Someone made a contemptuous voice, thinking that Ye Feng was too arrogant.

Some people are puzzled, and some are unfortunate. Ye Feng’s journey is not easy. If he loses in the hands of Crazy Blade, many people sigh with grief. Up to now, many disciples have begun to support Ye Feng and are favored by some people, especially It was a member of the Nine Star Alliance, and began to roar, letting Ye Feng quickly take action.

The Tyrant Sword was getting closer and closer, and even if Ye Feng counterattacked, it was too late. He could only retreat passively. There was a grinning smile on Crazy Sword's face, and the original rough face became hideous.

Everyone knows that the relationship between Crazy Sword and Ding Buhui is the same as that of brothers. When Ye Feng returned to the high platform with the wind torture the sword, there were several vicious eyes looking at Ye Feng, and one of the vicious eyes came from Crazy Sword.

The relationship between Crazy Sword and Jian Chengfeng is not ordinary, so they all regard Ye Feng as an enemy. Although Crazy Sword tried to cover up when he boarded the ring, he really fought and immediately released his hostility and even murderous intent.

"Yang Hua, this kid won't be scared and stupid!"

Yu Zhongtian saw Ye Feng standing still, watching the Tyrant Blade fall, and said to Yang Hua with a mocking look.

"What are you looking for? The battle has just begun!"

Yang Hua frowned. Although he didn't understand why Ye Feng didn't make a move, he believed that Ye Feng must have his reasons.

Not to mention that they are puzzled, everyone is puzzled. Those true biography disciples are all with a playful smile, looking at the battle below, although these battles seem dull, but some places still make the true biography disciples' eyes shine.

"Boy, you are dead!"

Crazy Sabre finally revealed his nature and gave a grinning grin.

If it is a manslaughter, it is not a violation of rules than rules, because Ye Feng is not evasive. If he is killed by a crazy knife, he can only consider himself unlucky.

"Really? You think you can really kill me."

Ye Feng sneered, watching the Tyrant Sword gradually approach him, his arm moved slightly, his body suddenly leaned forward, and he squeezed the Tyrant Sword with a palm.

The distance between the two was only more than ten meters, and the blade could pierce Ye Feng's body within one breathing time, and at this moment, Ye Feng's arm suddenly moved.

"Chang!"

A crisp sound appeared, time seemed to freeze, and the lightning-fast Tyrant suddenly stopped in the air and stopped moving forward.