World Wide Martial Art

Li Yingfa and others were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Situ

Although Ye Feng is strong, his cultivation at the early stage of the ninth level of Xiantian is no match for the masters of the third level of virtual realm. Originally, they wanted to bring Ye Feng to support the scene, but unexpectedly, it turned into a disaster.

Not only do you have to donate all the elixirs, but you also have to compensate them with 15 million spiritual stones. Even if you sell them, they can't even afford it.

"Junior Brother Ye, what should we do? What can we do?" Li Yingfa cried and beat his chest.

Ye Feng just smiled.

Zhao Tongming frowned and said, "Do you think I'm joking with you? Leave the elixir and spirit stone and get out of here, otherwise, each of you will leave an arm!"

"Although your strength is good, if you really want to fight me, you are not good enough. One move, just one move, I can kill you directly!"

His voice was extremely sure, as if he had already predicted the result. It was as if Ye Feng would really be killed by one of his moves.

Ye Feng still had a faint smile on his face: "The third level of virtual realm is not that great."

When he was in the late eighth level, he defeated Liang Fan, a third-level master of Canglong Peak. Although he used a few tricks, he roughly figured out the strength of the third-level warrior in the virtual realm. Now his cultivation level has been upgraded to the ninth level of Xiantian, plus he has cultivated the heaven level. The palm technique "Jingtao Paiyun Palm" is completely different from what it was a few days ago.

Ye Feng realized that he was fully capable of fighting the Ling Yun Peak master Zhao Tongming openly and honestly.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Tongming looked up to the sky and laughed. After laughing, he suddenly darkened his face and shouted: "Arrogant. Just now, I just didn't want to bully the small, and I was the same as you. Didn't you expect that it actually encouraged your arrogance?"

A trace of anger flashed across his face, and he said solemnly: "Since you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, then I will help you!"

As he spoke, Zhao Tongming's aura surged up, and a heavy oppressive feeling like mountains and rivers fell on Ye Feng.

He didn't use any weapons, he was bare-handed, and he still treated Ye Feng with extreme contempt.

"You injured our Lingyun Peak inner and outer sect disciples. Even if we kill you, the sect can't do anything to me. In this case, I will use my latest martial arts knowledge to let you know what despair means."

"You are lucky to be able to die under my earth-level middle-grade boxing technique, 'Dragon Elephant Giant Power Fist'."

Zhao Tongming let out a long roar, and the energy in his body mobilized. A wisp of blood overflowed from his pores, condensing into a faint column of blood, and shot straight to the top of his head.

At the same time, a sound like a dragon's roar or an elephant's roar came out of his body.

"Uh-huh!"

After his body moved, he dragged out an afterimage and punched Ye Feng.

"It's over, it's over. This Senior Brother Zhao has actually practiced the middle-grade boxing technique of the Earth Level. How can Junior Brother Ye be his opponent?"

"I heard that the 'Dragon Elephant Giant Power Fist' costs one million sect points to learn on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion. And generally, inner disciples are not qualified to enter the third floor, so they have to do it for the sect. He has made great achievements, or in other words, he is ranked high on the Star List and the Bright Moon List..."

"He's not talking big words. At the third level of the virtual realm, combined with the middle-level boxing skills of the earth level, which innate warrior can be his enemy with one move?"

"It's terrible now, we are all going to die..."

People in Wushuang Peak lamented one after another. Li Yingfa, Wu Liyan, and even Pang Lin all felt that Ye Feng had no chance of winning.

The gap between the two cannot be measured in terms of Daoli. Such a gap has exceeded the limit that normal warriors can bear.

At least in the past thousand years of the Wanjue Sect, no ninth-level innate warrior has been heard of who can defeat a third-level master of the virtual realm.

When several disciples of Ling Yunfeng saw Zhao Tongming displaying great power and performing earth-level middle-level boxing techniques with overwhelming power, they were all extremely excited and started shouting loudly.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you must stop the energy of those rubbish from Wushuang Peak. They are only at the ninth level of Xiantian. Do they really think that they can defy the heavens?"

"Yes, you dare to fight against our main peak disciples. Does Wushuang Peak want to rebel? Senior Brother Zhao killed him with one punch. That was an advantage for him. According to Junior Brother, it is best to abolish his cultivation. , brought him back to the main peak, and asked him to kneel at the gate of the main peak for seven days and seven nights to serve as a warning. "

"This kid didn't even take a pee to look after himself. He even attacked Senior Brother Zhao at the ninth level of Xiantian... He really didn't know how to live or die."

"..."

The remaining people were clamoring one after another, with high spirits. It seemed that the places injured by Ye Feng no longer hurt. They were proud and proud, and the feeling of being superior was back.

"Intermediate level martial arts?"

Ye Feng looked at Zhao Tongming who was coming up to fight, with a strange smile on his face.

"Haha, are you scared?" When those Ling Yunfeng disciples saw Ye Feng's expression, they all thought that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. They felt fear in their hearts, and their screams became even louder.

"It's useless to be afraid, but if you kneel down now and kowtow three times to each of us, maybe we can consider sparing your life."

"I don't care about the little beast's life and death, it just involves Wushuang Peak."

"They all asked for this..."

Ye Feng looked at these people, just like the Sulanshan he had seen in the Sutra Pavilion before, they were all bullies and afraid of the strong.

He was filled with contempt and did not open his mouth to refute.

For such people, the only option is to slap them in the face so hard that they will cry for their father and mother, and they will not dare to cause trouble again next time.

But if you show the slightest hint of giving in, the other party will push you further and not treat you as a human being at all.

Zhao Tongming's punch was as fast as thunder, and he was in front of him in a blink of an eye, without even giving Ye Feng time to think.

Faced with this punch, Ye Feng gave a cold shout, jumped up in the air, and looked like a big bird. He was condescending, punched out from his hand, and hit the fist shadow hard.

The tiger with the King of Beasts came down the mountain.

A tiger roar sounded from the scene.

There were also exclamations from around.

Ye Feng did not give in as they expected, nor did he kowtow to beg for mercy. Instead, he faced the difficulty directly and used fist to fist to defeat Zhao Tongming's extremely powerful earth-level middle-level boxing technique.

Seeing that Ye Feng actually chose to fight with him head-on, Zhao Tongming was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, "Boy, you don't take Mr. Zhao seriously. My 'Dragon Elephant Giant Power Fist' is even more powerful." Gang Zhiyang's boxing skills can knock down a mountain with one punch. Do you want to fight with me and leave your body intact? "

"The 'Dragon Elephant Giant Power Fist' is indeed powerful, but I see that you haven't mastered it yet. So why not punch you forcefully?"

Ye Feng, who fell in mid-air, was proud and unafraid.

"You brat is looking for death!"

Zhao Tongming seemed to be overwhelming, but his movements were not slow.

There was only a loud "bang" sound, like a comet hitting the earth, causing a violent vibration of vitality. Ye Feng was knocked high into the air and flew directly into the air...