Now, no one is going to continue to challenge, and then the competition voting is still a little bit closer, but the result is already well known.

The number of votes that Bodhi Patriarch is far ahead of is already desperate!

Now everyone's attention has been on how he mastered the exercises of the various sects!

Not only are these big factions staring at this matter, but even those scattered cultivators are also curious!

That's the core practice of each major sect, this patriarch is all like a treasure? It's terrifying to think about!

Did the patriarch steal the learning? Or was it really like what he said, reading books and learning about it?

Now everyone is a little surprised.

Ye Feng also knew in his heart that just by saying this, the people of the big faction would never give up.

At this time, I saw Ye Feng slowly stand up, and I didn't see him speak, just hanging his hands, as if he was preparing something.

"Patriarch, this is?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Why didn't you say it?"

"Explain!

"It must be a weak heart!"

Ye Feng just stood for a while, and the people below couldn't wait, and they chattered. Even the four great grandmasters on the stage frowned, looking at Ye Feng who was standing in front of them in confusion.

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly moved!

With his hands in his palms and the clouds moving, his movements were very slow, as if he was practicing some kind of kung fu!

"Huh?"

"This trick is a little familiar, huh?"

"How do I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

Ye Feng just made a starter, and someone began to mumble below. And on the Huashan faction's side, it's not muttering, they just blew it up!

"I'll rub it! This is our Huashan Zixia Divine Palm!"

"Your uncle!"

"What does he mean by that?"

"Show off, look down on us Huashan!"

"Damn!"

For this Zixia Divine Palm, the people of Huashan are familiar with it, and they can't be familiar with it! As soon as Ye Feng raised his hand, they could see it after hitting it twice!

This is the starting hand in the palm of the thirteen-style Zixia God!

As soon as their Huashan exploded, the people from all the surrounding sects looked at it in shock.

"Brother Yue, is this really your sect's Zixia Divine Palm?" Kunlun was relatively close to them, and the head of Kunlun asked.

Master Yue's face was ugly and terrifying, he clutched the handle on the chair tightly, his knuckles were blue, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Exactly, is this ancestor deceiving me that there is no one in Huashan!" Ye Feng practiced the moves while not causing others to learn this Zixia Divine Palm, after all, it was useless to have just a move. However, in front of Hua Shan, you an outsider played the Zixia Divine Palm, isn't this a slap in the face of Hua Shan?

"This ......"

Many of the leaders looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

And on the stage, Ye Feng was completely forgetful, practicing the Zixia Divine Palm of the Huashan Sect one move at a time.

The third type of Yunshui Heavenly Sword......

The Fifth Style......

The seventh type of spring blossoms......

Type 9 Peak Loop ......

One move, little by little, Ye Feng practiced quite skillfully! The people of the other sects looked confused, but the people of the Huashan faction were already angry! Especially their heads, their faces were full of water!

Are you an outsider who has practiced our Huashan mastery so well?

The people of Huashan feel that they can't hold their faces!

Finally, Master Yue couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Enough! You really deceive ......"

But before Master Yue finished speaking, he was stuck back in his stomach by himself! The anger on his face suddenly turned into stunned!

That's right!

It's just stunned!

It's the kind of expression that sees something incredible!

In fact, he really saw something incredible!

What is that?

The tenth form of the Zixia Divine Palm?

I rub!

How the hell is this possible?

Not only him, but all the elders of Huashan who were present stood up in vain, their faces full of incredulity!

How can it be?

How could there be anyone in this world who could know the tenth form of the Zixia Divine Palm?

Twenty-five years ago, the four Ye brothers swept through the ancient martial arts world and forcibly abducted all the powerhouses above the great grandmaster, causing the inheritance of the various sects to be interrupted! The stunts of many sects were lost and collapsed! Huashan was the same at that time, which of the sect's masters were arrested before they could pass on their skills, and it took them a full ten years to slowly figure out the first nine forms by themselves, but the tenth style could not be studied!

But today, they actually saw this tenth form again?

"Impossible!" Master Yue muttered to himself, "Impossible!

"Tenth? How could he be tenth?"

"I saw it wrong! I must have read it wrong!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

The mentality of the people in Huashan has collapsed!

Be!

They don't, but they do!

Just as there are some words you can't write, but don't delay you from knowing the word!

They can be sure that this is the tenth formula!

But this is just the beginning, Ye Feng on the stage has no intention of collecting work at all!

Formula Eleventh!

The eleventh formula is also out!

The Twelfth Formula!

The twelfth type he will?

As Ye Feng's one-move drill came out, everyone in Huashan began to breathe rapidly!

"Difficult, is it ......?"

Ye Feng has no intention of stopping!

Master Yue looked at the stage in horror, difficult, could he still be the thirteenth?

No!

It's impossible!

The thirteenth form has not been practiced since the ancestor created the Zixia Divine Palm!

He couldn't!

He could never be!

Master Yue's lips were trembling, his heart was shouting, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and all the people in Huashan were staring at Ye Feng on the stage!

Stop!

You can't be the thirteenth!

All the Huashan disciples are praying, Ye Feng will not be the thirteenth form!

Because, they Huashan themselves can't do it, if Ye Feng will, then the Huashan faction still has to exist?

However, this world is objective, and we must firmly believe in Marx's materialism, and objective facts will not change with the transfer of human consciousness!

The thirteenth type, Ye Feng played out!

Despair!

A face full of despair!

The high-level people who stood up just now, including their heads, all sat down on their stools with a dead face.

Ye Feng will, he really knows this thirteenth style! he really knows this thirteenth style that only the patriarch of the Kai sect can practice!

The Huashan faction is dead and dusty, silent, and all of them have no eyes.

They will, Ye Feng knows better than them, they won't, Ye Feng can't do the same! Who the hell is the Huashan faction? Ahh

At this time, everyone in the audience had already understood that they also knew the Zixia Divine Palm that Ye Feng practiced. Looking at the expressions of the people in Huashan, you can probably know what's going on.

"Alas, Brother Yue, I want to open something. Kunlun and Huashan have always had a good relationship, and when this happened, the head of Kunlun comforted: "This may also be an opportunity, at least it shows that Huashan's mastery has not been lost, so you don't want to ...... Hmmm, I'll rub it, your uncle!"

The head of Kunlun was comforting his brother-in-law, but Yu Guang kept staring at Ye Feng on the stage, why did this patriarch not stop his work? Although he was talking to the head of Yue, he was a little strange in his heart, but in the next second, this Kunlun head jumped up in fright!

Ye Feng on the stage didn't even stop, he directly turned his moves, replaced the sword with his hand, and played Kunlun's Liangyi Sword again!

I rub!

The head of Kunlun exploded directly!

Their Kunlun is the same as Huashan, or all the major sects are the same, because of the events of twenty-five years ago, the inheritance within the sect is mutilated!

The Kunlun Liangyi Sword is also incomplete!

The same scene played out again on the Kunlun faction.

A sword ......

Two Swords......

Three Swords......

Sixteen moves and two yi swordsmanship, Ye Feng finished the perfect beauty and practiced it without a little stumbling!

Despair!

Kunlun was also desperate......

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng's movements became faster and faster, Tianshan Liuhe Finger, Xiaoyao Sword Finger, Shaolin Seventy-two Stunts, Wudang Tai Chi Gong, etc., Ye Feng practiced them all one move at a time!

There was an extremely depressing atmosphere in the venue.

Even the noisy Sanxiu didn't dare to speak out at this time.

Those wealthy factions, one counts as one, and they all looked at the ancestor on the stage with a dull face. Even the four great masters on the stage were panting, staring at Ye Feng with their chests undulating, their fists clenched, and their foreheads were covered with fine sweat!

At this time, Ye Feng finally stopped, folded his hands, stood up, raised his eyes slightly, swept down, and whispered "Amitabha", and then slowly sat back in the middle of himself.

He didn't say a word, let alone explain anything.

Need an explanation?

Stealing from school?

Hehe.

You will, and I will, probably because I stole yours. But, you won't, I will, can this still be stealing?

Ye Feng has always been like this, in the face of doubts, he likes to slap his face with actions!

Silent pretending is the deadliest!

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