Are you sure you don't, if you really want to fight me with your palm, then I won't keep my hand. ”

At this moment, Ma Yong stared at Ye Feng, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his pupils.

He didn't know what Ye Feng meant when he said this.

It's just that he feels as if he has been insulted, such a little ghost actually ignores him.

If he didn't let Ye Feng understand why the flowers were so red, he wouldn't be a genius Ma Yong.

"No more nonsense, let's shoot. ”

Ye Feng raised his hand, and quickly took a step back, distancing himself from Ma Yong, and at the same time, he also announced the start of the battle, too lazy to continue arguing about anything.

"Ma Yong, he looks down on you so much, you use all your strength to fight him, don't lose my face. ”

At this time, Sheng Mengyu's voice sounded, and she was very unaccustomed to Ye Feng's arrogant and domineering posture.

She must let Ma Yong teach Ye Feng a profound lesson.

"I see, Miss Rain. ”

Ma Yong nodded, and suddenly, when he took a step, he flew towards Ye Feng, the speed was very fast, almost like a black phantom.

At this moment, Ye Feng also sensed Ma Yong's breath, which was indeed at the eighth order of the Martial King.

Bang!

There was a bang, and at the moment when Ma Yuan was about to approach him, Ye Feng stepped on it, almost cracking the ground.

The whole person was like a thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"Martial King Eighth Order!"

At the same moment when Ye Feng showed his breath, the King of Nanling and the powerhouses in the palace in the hall all sensed Ye Feng's breath, which was also very powerful.

It turned out that Ye Feng was indeed a martial arts demon, and he also possessed the eighth-order cultivation of the Martial King at the age of no more than twenty.

"It turned out to be the eighth order of the Martial King, but even so. You're no match for me!"

Ma Yong's face changed, he didn't expect that Ye Feng's explosive power was so terrifying, and his speed was terrifying.

But soon, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and his cold gaze swept to the back, and he sensed that Ye Feng had gone around behind him.

"Thousand Buddha Hands!"

Suddenly, Ma Yong screamed, his body spun rapidly, that is, he was facing the back, his palms slapped out continuously, and under the golden light, there were several palm prints, shooting towards Ye Feng.

Whew!

Countless palm shadows condensed and formed in the air, almost making Ye Feng unable to see the entity, and roared towards him.

At this time, with the help of Thunderstorm Step, Ye Feng continued to increase his speed until he reached a terrifying realm.

Just relying on speed, Ma Yong's attack was completely dodged.

He was ethereal, illusory, and dizzying, and easily coped with Ma Yong's attack without being hurt in the slightest.

"Awesome, awesome!"

I have to say that just his speed and dodge ability are enough to be impressive.

Suddenly, there was a sound of admiration in the hall.

"Die!"

And Ma Yong was even more angry at this time, because he couldn't have imagined that his offensive could be completely defused by Ye Feng.

In his expectation, he should be able to defeat a small character like Ye Feng with one move.

But the reality is really too different from what he expected.

Ye Feng didn't lose to him at all, and even had the combat power above him, and even crushed him.

"This kind of palm technique, the power is not bad. But the speed was so slow that it couldn't even hit me. What's the use of you practicing this technique?"

At this time, Ye Feng's cold ridicule came out and landed in Ma Yong's ears, making his face stiffen to the extreme, and his fists were clenched.

In the next second, the speed at which the horse rushed out of his palm suddenly accelerated, and he chased Ye Feng wildly and slammed away.

However, in the face of Ma Yong's attack, with the help of Thunderstorm Step, Ye Feng easily completely defused Ma Yong's attack.

Several times in a row, his strongest offensive could not hit Ye Feng.

This also greatly hit Ma Yong's self-confidence, making him feel that Ye Feng's kid was tricky.

Suddenly, Ma Yong let out a low sigh, and his body more than doubled in size, and at the same time, his originally fair skin began to gradually turn red after a few short seconds.

His skin completely turned blood-red, and his own cultivation increased again, so much so that he reached the point of the early stage of the Ninth Order of the Martial King.

"This is a secret technique to improve cultivation, and it is really powerful. At a young age, he has mastered many methods, and he is even more able to raise his cultivation to the ninth order of the Martial King. This son is a real genius. ”

Ma Yong's cultivation increased dramatically, attracting the amazement of King Nanling and those masters in the palace.

I have to say that at Ma Yong's age, in terms of his strong cultivation, it is really rare among his peers.

This Ma Yong is indeed a highly talented martial arts demon.

"Hehe, now, see how you take my tricks!"

Ma Yong knew that Ye Feng was able to dodge his own attack because of his speed, and if his cultivation was improved, his speed would become faster.

At that time, he could easily hit Ye Feng.

And now, that is the best time for him to defeat Ye Feng.

"Thousand Buddha Hands!"

Ma Yong shouted violently, his palms shot out alternately, and the majestic force condensed in the air, turning into palm prints, and flew straight towards Ye Feng.

Whew!

This time, the speed became much faster, and the illusory palm print continued to fly in mid-air, and finally approached in front of Ye Feng.

In an instant, Ye Feng seemed to be completely enveloped by those pale golden palm prints, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Huh. ”

Just when Ma Yong was proud, he thought that Ye Feng would die this time, Ye Feng turned into a ray of thunder, and he was surrounded by those thousand Buddha palm prints.

It turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared again.

"Do you think that if you improve your cultivation, you can really hit me? Are you a little too naïve? ”

In the next second, a cold ridicule completely reached Na Ma Yong's ears.

Suddenly, Ma Yong's face stiffened, and his pupils flashed with infinite anger.

"I'll let you learn what it is!"

At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in front of Ma Yong, and in the next second, the thunder was even more dazzling, Ye Feng appeared directly opposite Ma Yong as if he was wrapped in thunder and lightning.

He slowly raised his hand, and with one palm, he blasted out at Ma Yong, and it was the Three Talents Divine Palm, a powerful martial art created by this True Martial Saint.

"Hmph, Thousand Buddha Hands!"

A flash of disdain flashed in Ma Yong's eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sinister smile.

He also thought that Ye Feng wanted to do something, and he actually faced him face to face, this was not looking for death.

At this time, the onlookers Nanling King, Sheng Hongyu, Sheng Mengyu, and all the martial arts masters in the hall saw that Ye Feng and Ma Yong were about to face each other, and their faces became much more solemn.