World Wide Martial Art

"What are you proud of?"

Ye Feng looked at No. 61 and sneered. Thunder surged behind him, turning into lightning spears and shooting towards No. 61.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

The thunder spear was so powerful that No. 61 changed his expression, and quickly condensed his energy and blood into an indestructible golden shield to protect him in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The thunder spears continued to bombard the golden shield, and soon the golden shield was filled with cracks, but the thunder spears seemed to be endless and were still bombarding.

"Damn it, your blood is so full?"

No. 61 felt unbelievable. Ye Feng was clearly only at the third level of magical power, but his energy and blood seemed to be endless. It was no worse than him who was at the seventh level of supernatural power.

"Haha, this is just the beginning."

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up. He pretended to be a disciple of the Nine Thunder Sect, so he used the thunder method, which was one of Ye Feng's most proficient powers.

"Boom!"

Rolling thunder emerged behind Ye Feng, condensing into a mighty thunder sea. Dragons roared and tigers roared in the thunder sea. At the same time, thunder flew out from it and attached to Ye Feng's body to form a thunder armor.

Ye Feng was bathed in the thunder light, looking particularly majestic, like a god.

This scene shocked No. 61, and even the other contestants in the supernatural realm were shocked.

Although Ye Feng is at the third level of supernatural power, the strength and posture he displays are extraordinary, and his strength is extraordinary. This is definitely a difficult competitor.

"Thunder Step!"

Ye Feng shouted in his mouth, the thunder beneath his feet flashed, and his figure suddenly shot out. He condensed a thunder sword in his hand and rushed to No. 61.

"boom!"

long sword

As it slashed down, the already overwhelmed golden shield suddenly exploded, and the thunder sword slashed at No. 61 with undiminished power, who immediately dodged in a hurry.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ye Feng and No. 61 were fighting in close quarters. Every move was extremely cruel and exquisite. He was like an undefeated God of War who had experienced hundreds of battles. His fighting skills were far superior to No. 61, even if The realm is lower than the opponent, but he suppresses the opponent and fights.

At the same time, Ye Feng's energy and blood seemed to be endless, and he moved very quickly, and the thunder armor on his body was indestructible and had a strong protective effect. No. 61's all-out attack fell on Ye Feng, but nothing serious was caused. of injuries.

"This kid's talent is too terrifying!"

"The third level of magical power is suppressing the seventh level of magical power. This is like seeing a ghost!"

"His magical powers are not simple either, they might be at the earth level!"

When all the contestants saw this scene, they were all amazed. They thought that Ye Feng, a third-level magician, was just here to join in the fun, but they didn't expect that he was so powerful.

Even several top players in the eighth and ninth levels of magical power were attracted by Ye Feng at this moment. They looked at Ye Feng with solemn faces and already regarded Ye Feng as their opponent.

"Crack!"

The next moment, Ye Feng hit No. 61 on the chest with a palm. The latter's ribs were broken and he flew out with blood vomiting from his mouth.

"you you……"

Number 61 fell to the ground and was unable to get up. He pointed at Ye Feng with an ugly expression, but was speechless.

Ye Feng's talent is too terrifying. His skills are inferior to others, and he can't express his feelings no matter how unwilling he is.

"Winner, number seventy-seven."

When the referee saw that the winner was decided, he announced the winner loudly, and then Ye Feng jumped off the ring and continued to wait for the next battle.

In the following time, Ye Feng experienced four battles, and the opponents he encountered were not even as good as No. 61. Ye Feng won them all easily.

As night fell, the competition was suspended, and Ye Feng and the other participants turned around and left.

During this period, there were many contestants who wanted to get close to Ye Feng, but their identities were very innocent and they were not members of the Wuji Sect or the Demon Clan, and Ye Feng was not interested in talking to them.

Just as Ye Feng was about to walk out of the competition venue, a contestant walked towards Ye Feng slowly.

"This brother, I'm in Jiuchao, Hua. I want to make friends with you. I wonder if I'm interested?"

"Hua Jiuchao?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. He was dressed in green clothes, handsome, elegant, and had an extraordinary temperament. He looked more like a rich man than a martial artist.

But in fact, Hua Jiuchao is a member of the Wuji Sect, and his cultivation has reached the ninth level of supernatural power. He must have a high status in the Wuji Sect.

Ye Feng was very curious about Hua Jiuchao's intention in coming to him, and whether he represented the Wuji Sect.

"Okay, I know a tavern, let's go there and sit."

Ye Feng smiled heartily and said.

"Thank you for the compliment, brother. Don't you know your brother's name?"

Hua Jiuchao asked.

"Qiu Feng."

Ye Feng smiled and said to Hua Jiuchao, "I am a member of the Nine Thunder Sect of Leiyin City. I don't know what sect Brother Hua comes from, but he has such a cultivation level. It is really not simple."

"Haha, I am from Fenghuo Sect in Lihuo City, and my senior brother is Fenghuo Sect.

The leader of the Fire Sect. "

Hua Jiuchao and Ye Feng had a friendly conversation. The two of them walked towards the restaurant while talking.

After arriving at the restaurant, Ye Feng ordered a few dishes, and the two of them drank and chatted.

During this process, Hua Jiuchao had been trying to trick Ye Feng into trying to find out Ye Feng's true identity. His tricking skills were so good that Ye Feng didn't notice it at first.

After finding out, Ye Feng responded with random nonsense, and at the same time tried to find a way to trick Hua Jiuchao's words.

Ye Feng did not master any cliché skills, but he used the method of charm to quietly make Hua Jiuchao lose his vigilance, trust Ye Feng extraordinarily, and also said a lot to Ye Feng.

Of course, what Hua Jiuchao told was basically a lie, a story about his disguised identity. Ye Feng's charm technique was just a simple distraction, and Hua Jiuchao could not be allowed to reveal his most important secret.

The two parties communicated for a long time. Hua Jiuchao had drunk too much and looked drunk. Ye Feng also pretended to be drunk.

At this moment, Ye Feng noticed that some martial arts cultivators were approaching the restaurant cautiously. These martial cultivators moved very covertly and were all in the realm of supernatural powers. Although their cultivation was not as good as Hua Jiuchao's, they were at least in the middle of the magical realm.

"interesting."

Ye Feng pretended not to know and continued to chat with Hua Jiuchao, but secretly kept a close eye on these martial arts cultivators. He had determined that these martial cultivators were all members of the Wuji Sect.

"Brother Qiu Feng, are you participating in this competition because you want to join the dynasty and contribute to the royal family?"

At this moment, Hua Jiuchao asked. His originally confused eyes became sober, even terrifyingly calm, as he looked at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng seemed unaware, looking drunk, shaking his head and saying, "Hey, why do you work for the royal family? I don't have such lofty ideals, I just make a living."