"Hey, this guy who dares to confront Yang Shao is really crazy enough!"

"Yes, I heard that Yang Shao's means and strength are extraordinary, this kid makes him angry, and it is estimated that there is only one way to die!"

"But who of you knows who this kid is, since he has this kind of guts, he must also be from a dynasty that is inferior, right?"

While most people were laughing at Ling Feng's incompetence, there were still some people who understood and asked questions.

The question of Ling Feng's identity was raised, which instantly caused a lot of commotion.

Many people actually took out a jade slip from their spatial ring that depicted the images of many preparatory students, and began to rummage through the pictures that matched Ling Feng.

"Since you are looking for death yourself, then you can't blame me!"

Yang Fengcheng's face turned cold, and he said coldly.

If this was his Yuanfeng Dynasty, Ling Feng dared to talk to him like this, he would definitely make him feel what it meant to be alive rather than dead.

"Nine-cylinder fist!"

After Yang Chengfeng finished speaking, his body shook, the soles of his feet spun half a step on the ground, his body was like a horse step, and his hands were expanded, as if he was holding a huge water tank.

"Did Yang Shao use a nine-cylinder fist as soon as he came out, it seems that he still has some importance for this kid!"

A young man who seemed to know something about the Nine Cylinder Fist said in surprise.

"Nine-cylinder boxing, is it the martial art known as the first punch in the world, I heard that not only is it extremely powerful, but it is also more difficult to cultivate, but I didn't expect this Yang Shao to learn this move!"

A middle-aged man beside him frowned, and there was a strong envy in his eyes.

"This uncle, you underestimate our Yang Shao too much, he is a genius, and his martial arts skills are more difficult than the nine-cylinder fist!"

Next to the middle-aged man, an ordinary woman in a green gauze skirt glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain and said.

Yang Fengcheng, his footsteps were in a regular pace, his hands were holding the cylinder, and his fists were waving at a strange angle.

The aura swirled above his fist, and between the swings of his fist, bursts of thunder sounded.

The biggest feature of the nine-cylinder fist is that it is changeable and elusive, and the trajectory of almost every punch is different, which can be described as the first martial art in close combat.

Every time Yang Fengcheng took a step, there was a cylinder sound, and everyone who heard these cylinders was shocked, even if their tenacious hearts were shocked by it.

Seeing this, Ling Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, this punch technique was really strange and unpredictable to outsiders, but in his opinion, it was full of loopholes.

"That kid, won't he be stupid by Yang Shao, don't you dare to move, hahaha!"

"The nine-cylinder fist is really powerful, but just the cylinder sound directly shocked this kid and didn't dare to move!"

"That is, this nine-cylinder fist is the king of boxing, just that kid's tricks with flowery feet, even one of Yang Shao's toes can't be resisted!"

A nymphocynic girl looked at the young man who seemed to glow with a faint light.

Ling Feng didn't make a move at the first time, but he was actually taken as scared by others.

"Boy, since I have already made a move, you should be conscious, no matter which dynasty is behind you, in front of me, these are not worth mentioning!"

Yang Fengcheng's face was flat, but there was a strong murderous aura in his eyes.

His footsteps swam, the fist shadows in his hands flew, and the sound of the Dao cylinder shook people's hearts.

Seeing this, Ling Feng's face was flat and did not show the slightest wave, and not even a trace of spiritual power fluctuations appeared on his body, as if he had given up resistance.

"Die!"

Yang Fengcheng's mind turned, frantically running the exercises in his body, and his speed also increased sharply at this moment, and he came to Ling Feng's face in an instant.

Before his fist could touch Ling Feng's body, Ling Feng's robe danced wildly.

"Under my nine-cylinder fist, no matter how fast you are, you are just my lamb!"

Yang Fengcheng saw that he was about to hit Ling Feng, and shouted angrily.

"Eh, this guy is too self-conscious, he dares to provoke Yang Shao, this is impressed, even if he doesn't die, his cultivation will be completely wasted!"

"This is the end of offending my family Yang Shao!"

A woman who was obviously Yang Shao's envy said angrily.

In the room above the pavilion in the distance, the man in sackcloth and the beautiful woman were faintly closing their eyes, while the old man was sitting upright and silent, his eyes seemed to be narrowed into a slit.

"You're going to lose!"

The middle-aged woman suddenly opened her eyes and said with a smile at the man in Mai.

"Not necessarily!"

The man in sackcloth also opened his eyes and looked out the window, but there was a dim smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I also know this nine-cylinder fist, that Yang boy can use it, even if it is a martial artist sevenfold, he can fight, and even be able to lock the opponent's back road, forming a single pinching momentum, which can be described as a talent!"

The middle-aged beauty nodded appreciatively and said.

"That's all flower fist embroidered legs, a broken martial art in the face of absolute strength, I'm afraid it's nothing!"

The Mai man's gaze fell on Ling Feng's body, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

"Absolute strength?"

The middle-aged beauty raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes also fell on the battlefield.

"I lost!"

The white-bearded old man, who had been sitting upright, shook his head slowly and said with some sighs.

"Yi Lao, what does this mean, Yang Boy has a steady upper hand in this situation!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at the white-bearded old man and said in puzzlement.

In her opinion, the appearance of this move had already declared Ling Feng's failure, after all, she had been fortunate enough to study the nine-cylinder fist, which can be called the number one boxing technique in the boxing world.

If the Mai man refuted her, she would definitely refute it, and now that even the powerful Yi Lao said so, she had to think more.

She could see Ling Feng's age clearly at a glance, but sixteen or seventeen, cultivating to the fifth or sixth level of a martial artist at this age was already the limit.

Yang Fengcheng's speed was extremely fast, and his fist came to Ling Feng's face in an instant, but just when his fist was about to hit Ling Feng.

Ling Feng made a move, he slowly raised his fist, and in the eyes of everyone who were sneering, a punch blasted out without any fancy fancy.

"Bang!"

And just when everyone was lamenting Ling Feng's inadequacy, the two also collided together.

But the next moment made everyone's eyes widen.

I saw that Yang Fengcheng's fist had not yet attacked Ling Feng's body, and Ling Feng's fist had already hit his chest.

Then, like a kite with a broken string, its body flew upside down and smashed into the crowd.

"Wait, this guy is very similar to this kid named Ling Feng, could he be that Ling Wangfu Ling Feng of the Phoenix Blood Empire?"

At the moment when it happened, a voice with a hint of surprise came out of the crowd.