Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Seeing how confident the young man was, Zhang Yifeng just smiled lightly and without replying, he jumped up and stepped on the ring.

After stepping onto the ring, Zhang Yifeng raised his fingers at the young man who was still standing below the ring.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's provocative movements, the young man's eyebrows gradually turned cold, and he jumped onto the competition stage with a quick stride.

"Tsk, tsk, looking at you like this, I guess no one can be the referee."

The young man tsked and snorted coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, someone suddenly walked out of the loser standing below and went up to the competition stage.

Zhang Yifeng learned from the previous booklet that both sides on the competition stage need a referee to be responsible for the fairness of the competition.

Zhang Yifeng had just arrived and had no friends in Mingyue Sect, so he had to find someone on site to help.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was wondering if he could help him by randomly ordering some of the onlookers to help him, a voice came from the crowd.

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyes and saw a figure rushing out of the crowd with his hands raised, and came to the stage with a smile on his face.

Looking at the honest smile on the visitor's face, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows. The visitor was the Mingyue Sect disciple named Wang Meng whom Zhang Yifeng had met earlier at the sect's supplies department.

"Junior Brother Zhang, I'm here to help you, I'm here to help you."

Wang Meng said excitedly. Zhang Yifeng saw that no one except him was so interested in helping him, so he simply nodded.

After receiving Zhang Yifeng's approval, Wang Meng hurriedly ran up the stairs to the competition stage and stood next to Zhang Yifeng.

Seeing Wang Meng pretending to be calm, Zhang Yifeng glanced at the young man opposite him indifferently.

The young man also showed a look of surprise. He did not expect that Zhang Yifeng would actually hang out with this guy Wang Meng.

Wang Meng was well-known as a good person in Mingyue Sect, and many people had received favors from this guy.

When the young man first entered Mingyue Sect, he also received a little favor from Wang Meng.

"Senior Brother Wang Meng, do you have to take care of this matter? If you leave now and remember your past kindness, I can pretend that none of this has happened."

The young man was not in a hurry to take action. He opened his mouth to persuade Wang Meng not to interfere in this business.

"What do you think?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Meng didn't accept his favor at all, but looked at him coldly.

Seeing Wang Meng's resolute attitude, the young man sighed and shook his head and said: "In that case, then I'll just let you know the real chapter."

After the young man finished speaking, he motioned to the loser next to him to step forward to the center of the competition stage.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng nodded to Wang Meng and watched Wang Meng walk in front of the bastard.

According to the rules, after Wang Meng and the loser exchanged a few words in a low voice, they raised their hands at the same time to indicate that the competition could officially begin.

Seeing that the competition had officially begun, the young man took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng like a bolt of lightning.

Looking at the young man's speed, a flash of understanding flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

Sure enough, the young man deliberately concealed his speed just now, but this speed was still not enough for Zhang Yifeng.

Condensation flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Yifeng's figure dodged the young man's attack like a ghost. The afterimage that stayed in place slowly dissipated under the young man's attack.

The next moment, the young man felt a strong sense of threat coming from behind him, and quickly turned around to make a defensive posture.

It's just that he didn't feel the pain of being attacked for a long time. When the young man slowly lowered his arms, he was ready to check the opponent's offensive.

A fist followed the gap between the young man's arms and hit the young man directly in the eye socket.

Under the pain, the young man forgot all the rules, and just swung his fists randomly and launched a set of bastard punches.

Zhang Yifeng frowned when he saw this. This young man's combat experience was too poor. It didn't look like he had risen through all kinds of hardships.

Looking at the young man intently, Zhang Yifeng accurately seized the opportunity.

By the time the young man wielded his bastard fist, he had already reached the edge of the competition stage in a panic.

Zhang Yifeng took advantage of the gap between his wild fists and put a palm on his heart, pushing the young man off the competition platform.

Otherwise, if the young man throws himself down later, he will probably be very embarrassed.

Seeing the young man fall off the stage, Wang Meng raised his hand excitedly to signal the end of the competition. The dogleg next to Wang Meng put on a Sima expression and also raised his hand.

The young man has already fallen off the martial arts platform. If he wants to do anything, these onlookers are not blind. They don't know that the young man has lost if he falls off the martial arts platform.

On the young man's side, even though he fell off the competition stage, he was still waving his bastard fist, scaring the onlookers around and retreating to avoid being hit by the young man's bastard fist.

Upon seeing this, the other gangsters hurried up and stopped the young man.

It's just that the young man can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and each of these scoundrels received a punch, which made the young man come back to his senses.

Covering his swollen right eye, the young man glanced angrily at Zhang Yifeng on the competition stage, and then fled in embarrassment surrounded by the losers.

The competition was over, and the monks who had gathered to watch the show dispersed.

Soon, only Zhang Yifeng and Wang Meng were left at the competition stage.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang Meng, for your help."

Although Wang Meng was not of much help, basic etiquette should still be provided.

"Junior brother Zhang, you don't have to be polite. This is what a senior brother should do."

"It seems you are really unlucky to meet that guy on your first day here."

Wang Meng shook his head, sighed and said to Zhang Yifeng.

"Senior brother, do you know that person?"

"We know him. When he first entered Mingyue Sect, I helped him a little. But I didn't expect that now he would do the same thing as the people who bullied him back then. It's true."

Wang Meng said with an aggrieved look on his face. He wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, he could only sigh deeply.

"Whether it is in the lower world or in this fairy world, there is no shortage of such people. Senior brother Wang Meng, please don't blame yourself."

Zhang Yifeng cupped his hands towards Wang Meng and said in a calm tone.

Not everyone can be as approachable and kind as Zhang Yifeng.

"Junior brother, you should have your own things to do, so I won't disturb you."

Wang Meng also didn't want to disturb Zhang Yifeng any more. He hugged Zhang Yifeng and prepared to turn around and leave.

But Zhang Yifeng still had some questions to ask, so he quickly stopped Wang Meng.

"Wait a minute, Senior Brother Wang Meng, I still have some questions to ask you. Why do I think that young man just now has very little combat experience and doesn't look like he ascended from the lower world at all?"

"Oh, so junior brother wants to ask this. In fact, the immortal world is not all monks who ascended from the lower world. There are also monks who grew up in the immortal world."