Ye Fengli didn't bother to pay attention to him, walked out generously, and said indifferently: "Your brother is dead, what does it matter to me?" If you feel in doubt, you can go to the elders of the academy. Who kicked the gate of my yard?"

Song Shanhe stood up with a big grin and said, "It's me, what's wrong? Little bastard, you are a ninth-class pariah, even if I demolish your yard, what can you do to me?"

Ye Feng said lightly: "You repair the courtyard gate, for the sake of all the disciples of the Heavenly Bead Academy, I don't care about this matter." ”

"Hahahaha, did you hear it, what is this ninth-class pariah talking about?"

Hearing this, Song Shanhe laughed wildly, and the group of rich disciples behind him also leaned forward and backwards with laughter, looking at Ye Feng with a hint of sarcasm and ridicule.

Then, Song Shanhe stepped out, pinched his nostrils with his little thumb, and said with a disdainful expression: "I'll repair the yard for you? Why do you think you are something? The last time I was in the dining hall, it was because Senior Brother Luo spoke and saved your dog's life, today, I see who can come to save you!"

"Even if you fix my courtyard gate now, I'm going to beat you up!" Ye Feng said coldly.

"Shall I fix you! Little bastard of ninth-class pariahs, I think you are looking for death!"

Song Shanhe was furious, and suddenly stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his tall body leaped up, punching him hard, setting off a monstrous wave, and bombarded down towards Ye Feng's face.

This move is actually a fire fist, and it is obvious that Song Shanhe has been cultivating for many years, and he has already achieved a small achievement.

However, in the face of this punch, Ye Feng was indifferent.

He took a sideways step on his feet, his body still moving, and he met it with the same blow of the Flame Fist.

Boom!

The two iron fists collided fiercely in the air, and a strong wave of qi swept out in all directions, blowing deformed people's faces.

Rub and go!

After a punch, Ye Feng still stood in place, standing still, but Song Shanhe took a few steps backwards and retreated, and only then did he stabilize his body.

The same was the Fire Fist, but Song Shanhe only felt that his fist was already red, and his arm was tingling, as if his bones had been displaced.

"Spiritual Vein Sixfold Realm!"

Song Shanhe's face changed slightly, he looked at Ye Feng in surprise, and then shouted loudly: "Ninth rank untouchables, it turns out that you have stepped into the sixfold realm of spiritual veins, but you and I are in the same realm, do you think you have arrogant capital?

Rock Fist!

Song Shanhe roared, his body jumped high, urging the strength of his whole body, and with a powerful punch, he smashed towards Ye Feng again.

Although the Stone Collapse Fist is also a magic power of the Dharma Fist, the power is much greater than other magic powers, and the greater the strength of the cultivator, the more terrifying the power of the Stone Collapse Fist will be.

Seeing Song Shanhe unleash such a fierce punch, everyone subconsciously thought that Ye Feng was going to lose.

Although it is also the sixfold cultivation realm of the spiritual vein, Song Shanhe is obviously slightly better, after all, he has practiced for a few more years than Ye Feng, and this stone fist is obviously Song Shanhe's signature magic power, the kung fu at the bottom of the box.

His move is to completely defeat Ye Feng, show no mercy, and want Ye Feng to be seriously injured or killed.

However, when Song Shanhe's punch fell, Ye Feng raised his hand slightly, his palm spirit qi condensed, and the wind whistled, actually forming a storm.

Then, Ye Feng's body also rose into the air, volleyed his palm, and slapped it over.

Thundered!

Spiritual-level supernatural powers, yin and yang thunder palms!

Spirit-level supernatural powers are worthy of being spiritual-level supernatural powers, above Ye Feng's palm, the condensed storm seems to be a whirlpool, constantly rotating at high speed, and there is a faint thunder crackling in it.

The extremely powerful palm shook the air, and almost in the blink of an eye, it collided with Song Shanhe's stone fist.

Bang!

The first explosion sounded, Song Shanhe's fist was immediately beaten back, followed by a click, Song Shanhe's bones were cracked, and his entire arm fell down.

Bang bang bang!

That's not all, after losing the block of his fist, the Yin Yang Lei Gang palm slapped on Song Shanhe's chest as fast as lightning.

Song Shanhe barely reacted, and the whole person was slapped upside down and flew out.

While in the air, the cyan robe on his whole body exploded, charred black, and all his hair stood on end.

Not only that, when he flew out upside down, the seven or eight rich disciples behind him didn't have time to dodge, and they were knocked away by Song Shanhe's body and flew out of the courtyard gate together.

Burst!

When they landed, these rich disciples were all pale and spitting blood.

Of course, the worst thing was Song Shanhe, his body was smashed into the wall of a house opposite, stuck in the middle, his chest seemed to be displaced, his arms hung down on his chest, rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and he couldn't even move.

"Senior Brother Song!"

Wang Tianlin's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief, and it took him a long time to react, and he chased after him, walked under the wall, and was about to pull Song Shanhe's body out.

Who knows, Song Shanhe's face was full of pain, his tone was trembling, and he said with difficulty: "Don't, don't move, the bones are broken......"

Wang Tianlin turned around, his eyes staring at Ye Feng deadly, his face twitched, and his palms trembled.

He never expected that Ye Feng's understatement of the palm not only abolished Song Shanhe, but also injured all the seven or eight rich children he brought over.

The power of this palm is simply terrifying!

When did this ninth-class pariah become so powerful?

In Wang Tianlin's stunned effort, Ye Feng had slowly walked to the door, looked at the group of people lying in a mess on the ground, and said lightly: "With this little ability, you dare to break into my territory, since Song Shanhe has been abolished, a few of you will pay for him, before dinner today, if my courtyard gate has not been repaired, you guys, just wait to be trampled under my feet and rubbed!"

"Uh......"

The seven or eight rich disciples all looked at each other, and although their faces were angry, none of them dared to say it.

The movement here also alarmed many disciples around him, and they ran out to see the excitement.

"What's going on, how did Song Shanhe get into the wall?"

"It's so miserable, foaming at the mouth, and my arms seem to be useless, and I can't move. ”。

"It's that Ye Feng, they had a fight in the dining hall not long ago, it seems that Song Shanhe came to find fault. ”

"Deserve it, even if this Song Shanhe bullies the disciples who are weak in cultivation on weekdays, don't look at who this Ye Feng is? I know that in this trial mission, he beat some genius disciples of the Upper Court and the Middle Court, and won the third place in the contribution list. Moreover, the Demon Spirit Generals of the Eightfold Realm of the Spirit Vein were all killed by him, and Senior Brother Yan Bodhi all looked at him differently!"