The main arena of the martial arts hall was in a mess, and the two figures stood on both sides, it was Li Li, a barbarian who was heavily injured, and Ye Chenfeng, who was not in serious trouble.

The crutch beast Zhang Geng was the first to wake up from his shocked state, his throat was dry, and he smiled bitterly: "It seems that in our martial arts hall, a dark horse has quietly appeared again." ”

The audience nodded subconsciously, to be able to come to a martial arts hall of this level, their strength could not surpass the ninth-level Heavenly Master at most, Ye Chenfeng's battle was undoubtedly to prove himself to them, proving that he was by no means an ordinary person, but an existence that could not be easily provoked.

Ye Chenfeng, who was the focus of attention of the audience, did not show any rash posture because of this, he just silently walked towards the barbarian Li, helped him to exit, and gently patted the latter's shoulder, and then returned to the waiting area to receive his share of the bet.

The barbarian Li has no grudge against him, he just wants to improve his strength on this trip, and he doesn't want to grudge with anyone, and being able to turn the war into a jade silk is naturally the best ending.

The barbarian Li also looked at Ye Chenfeng with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The crutch beast Zhang Geng nodded secretly, and then coughed lightly, presiding over the next few gambling fights.

Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes and recuperated without being disturbed by the outside world, he quietly swallowed the pill into his abdomen, quietly recovered his spiritual power, and recuperated the injuries in his body.

In the following days, Ye Chenfeng focused all his energy on the martial arts hall, participated in several gambling fights, and deliberately did not win more or lose less, not to mention earning a lot of Yanjing ore, but also made his own fame, which made him smile helplessly.

These days, although Ye Chenfeng has participated in a lot of gambling battles, his strength has not increased by leaps and bounds, but he has faintly touched the level of the peak of the fourth level, which makes Ye Chenfeng's heart somewhat comforted.

On this day, Ye Chenfeng came to the center of the martial arts arena again, but this time the opponent was not the barbarian Li, but another stronger opponent.

The crutch beast Zhang Geng introduced both sides according to the usual practice, and this time the audience's voice for Ye Chenfeng was finally no longer as cold as the first time he fought against the barbarian Li, but a little more respectful.

After all, any monk of strength will be respected wherever he goes.

Ye Chenfeng was the first to enter, and his opponent then slowly walked to the opposite side of him.

The person who came was about twenty years old, with a long and thin figure, dressed in black, with a cold face, and a faint ethereal atmosphere.

Ye Chenfeng learned from the mouth of the crutched beast Zhang Geng that the young man in front of him was called Zhao Ke, and he was a sixth-level Heavenly Master with good strength.

Ye Chenfeng stretched out his hand to ask, the battle intent in his eyes surged, and there was no trace of contempt.

Zhao Ke is not a person who drags mud and water, he gently bowed his head imperceptibly, the spiritual power in his body burst out, and a powerful aura emanated in an instant.

Shout!

At the beginning, Zhao Ke planned to strike first, he came to Ye Chenfeng's back in an instant, and then formed a blade in his hand, sending out a wind blade, and suddenly slashed towards Ye Chenfeng's back.

Wind Blade!

"What a fast speed!" Feeling a strong wind coming from his back, Ye Chenfeng's cervical vertebrae couldn't help but chill secretly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, although he was slightly surprised, but he was steady and not chaotic, and the Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance quietly urged, and the speed instantly increased to a level that was not weaker than Zhao Ke.

Sting!

Even if he narrowly escaped Zhao Ke's fatal attack, Ye Chenfeng's placket was still cut by the wind blade, but fortunately, it didn't hurt his body, but it didn't hurt.

Being dodged by Ye Chenfeng so lightly, Zhao Ke's face couldn't help but show a touch of surprise.

In this martial arts hall, the speed that he is most proud of is rarely matched, but this mad and hateful Ye Li is obviously not among them, so it seems that he is worthy of his name.

But even so, it was a little difficult to get his Wind Spirit Wing Zhao Ke to soften.

"I don't know if you can dodge this move. Zhao Keyin knotted and said coldly.

Shout!

It was that weird speed again, Zhao Ke swept to Ye Chenfeng's side like a ghost, and then snorted lightly and slapped Ye Chenfeng with a palm.

Cloak Palm!

A palm came, and the sharp palm wind brought up made Ye Chenfeng's clothes hunt.

Feeling this frightening Ling Ling palm wind, Ye Chenfeng didn't dare to be careless, he also handed out a palm, and chose to face Zhao Ke head-on.

Thunder Yang Palm!

The palms collided and there was a muffled sound.

Ye Chenfeng was shocked by a huge force and took a few steps back, plowing a deep slip mark that was clearly visible on the soft mud ground.

Compared with Ye Chenfeng's embarrassment, Zhao Ke seemed calmer.

I saw Zhao Ke's footsteps lightly, and he skillfully defused the power of the shock lightly, and then stood with his hands in his hands, looking elegant and extraordinary.

The audience outside the venue secretly bowed their heads, Zhao Ke, the wings of the wind spirit, has been famous for a long time, and the depth of the background is far from being easily comparable to the mad and hateful Ye Li.

Once the two come into contact, they will naturally make a judgment.

Zhao Ke showed a calm smile on his face, and he couldn't help but weaken a little bit for Ye Chenfeng's precautionary heart.

This kid is not worthy of his name after all.

Ye Chenfeng didn't care what others thought of him, his footsteps moved slightly, and his right leg kicked out blatantly.

Bloody bones and legs!

Seeing this, Zhao Ke repeated his old tricks, and once again displayed his strange technique, retreating from attack to defense, and using a slight advantage in speed to maneuver with Ye Chenfeng's cunning.

Zhao Ke knew very well in his heart that his strength was much stronger than Ye Chenfeng, so in terms of the strength of his spiritual power, Ye Chenfeng was afraid that he would not be able to reach the tiger.

If it was slowly consumed like this, once Ye Chenfeng's spiritual power showed signs of lack, Zhao Ke could easily defeat him.

Ye Chenfeng also knows this. Therefore, even if he was in a passive situation, he had to grit his teeth and work hard, secretly thinking about the strategy against the enemy.

Boom!

There was another violent collision, Ye Chenfeng took a few steps back, and his face finally turned a little pale.

But he grinned, he knew that his opponent Zhao Ke would not be much better off than him.

"Damn, how can this kid be so difficult. Zhao Ke, who had stabilized his figure, stared at Ye Chenfeng opposite with a gloomy face, and said hatefully.

According to his own thoughts, the battle lasted for so long, and this Yeli's spiritual power should have been weakened a long time ago, but why did it backfire?

Zhao Keyun was in a fog, and Ye Chenfeng, who was a party, naturally couldn't be confused.

Ye Chenfeng knew that his spiritual power was not only mixed with a trace of Tiangang Thunder Fire, but also after the tempering of the last thunder and lightning, in terms of spiritual power refinement and purity, it was even stronger than Zhao Ke.

Not only that, Ye Chenfeng also has a powerful Thunder Marrow Skin Protector, whether it is the tenacity of defense or the fury of strength, it is incomparable to Zhao Ke, who only focuses on speed.

With these advantages, Ye Chenfeng finally quietly found the straw to break the dynamic balance in Zhao Ke's several hard-fought confrontations.

Ye Chenfeng naturally wanted to seize this hard-won opportunity and decided to regain the initiative in one fell swoop.

Thunder Dance!

The thunder surged under his feet, and with a flash, he came to Zhao Ke, and then the light seal in his hand knotted, and he whispered.

Thunder Yang Palm!

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Facing Ye Chenfeng's attack, which was tantamount to a moth to a flame, Zhao Ke scoffed, although the contempt in his eyes was even stronger, but the seal in his hand was not interrupted.

Origin Heavenly Arts: Wind Spirit Roar!

As Zhao Ke's voice fell, a cyan Wind Fury Lion slowly condensed between the two.

Roar!

The Lion of the Wind opened its jaws and let out a terrifying roar!

This roar, which seemed to come from the Nine Hells, forcibly interrupted the powerful attack that Ye Chenfeng had unleashed.

As if helpless, Ye Chenfeng had no choice but to clasp his hands together, struggling to resist the turbulent and abnormal air vortex coming from the lion's mouth.

At this time, Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes tightly, and his body shook helplessly, like a weak flat boat, stubbornly confronting the boundless turbulent waves, as if he was a little careless, he would fall into the endless abyss!

But the next moment, Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, revealing two rows of teeth as white as jade.

"Huh?" Seeing that Ye Chenfeng was obviously trapped in the strong air vortex and couldn't extricate himself, and he was still showing a weird smile, Zhao Ke, who was cautious, was shocked, and couldn't help but feel a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Battle-hardened, he seemed to realize something.

Not good!

Zhao Ke pondered for a moment, and suddenly let out a strange scream like a ghost in the daytime, and then his body suddenly retreated.

"I'm only realizing now that I'm afraid it's too late!" Ye Chenfeng's smile was very gentle, but it made people shudder.

Bloody Soul Killing Needle!

A long-planned inch-long blood-colored needle suddenly appeared behind Zhao Ke, and then stabbed into his shoulder.

Hiss!

The intense pain coming from his shoulder and soul origin made Zhao Ke gasp, and his facial muscles were tangled together in an instant, looking hideous and terrifying.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng stepped on the Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance, like a ghost, and swept in front of Zhao Ke lightly, and snorted softly.

Lei Yang fingers!

Ye Chenfeng's thunder yang finger, which contained the power of terrifying thunder and lightning, lightly tapped the wound on Zhao Ke's body, and it was like a knife cutting tofu, seriously injuring Zhao Ke in an instant!

Zhao Ke saw that the situation was not good, and immediately wanted to summon a contract heavenly beast to protect him.

Ye Chenfeng naturally wouldn't let his plan succeed, he counted the dots on Zhao Ke's body with two fingers, and directly blocked the spiritual power in the latter's body.

After doing all this, Ye Chenfeng snorted lightly, and finally eliminated the last trace of threat.

Zhao Ke, whose spiritual power in his body was not working well, couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of reverse blood, fell back to the ground, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Now, there was no longer an uproar in the audience, and there was only silence, only bitter silence.

If the results of the previous few days are considered a fluke, it is still forgivable, after all, a few battles do not mean anything, and the defeat of the barbarian Li and others may also be due to carelessness.

But today's defeat of Zhao Ke is a fact that they have to admit no matter what, after all, they know in their hearts that Zhao Ke's strength may be on par with them, but the strange speed of his body is quite recognized by them.

But even so, the mad and hated Ye Li was not only not weaker than Zhao Ke in terms of speed, but what was even more commendable was that the former even directly defeated Zhao Ke, whose strength had reached the sixth level of the Heavenly Master, head-on.

At this moment, the name of this mad and hateful Ye Li has really been established in this martial arts hall of the Heavenly Master level.