Chapter 148: Defeat Ye Feng again

When Ye Feng stepped out of the stone chamber, he walked straight towards the river. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone noticed Ye Feng's fluctuating aura, and suddenly changed.

"Ye Feng has become more powerful, looking at the current breath, the sword momentum should have reached the point of ninety percent and five, and now Zhang Fan doesn't know if he can still defeat Ye Feng."

"It shouldn't be possible, it's only fifteen fist-shaped grasses, and at most it can reach ninety out of three, and it will break through the sky."

There were voices of skepticism.

Of course, more of them are schadenfreude, after all, Zhang Fan's sudden rise made some Tianjiao feel very uncomfortable, and jealousy rose uncontrollably.

Ye Feng couldn't help frowning, and he couldn't find Zhang Fan's figure in his sight.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's gaze was fixed on Wang Yan's body, and Wang Yan's aura at this time was even stronger than the previous Meng Yu, Hong Yan and others.

"With this woman here, Zhang Fan will definitely return."

A strange light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he followed straight towards the river, and when he reached a distance of ten meters from the river, Ye Feng had no intention of stopping, and continued to step forward.

After advancing three meters again, the sound of everyone's breathing faintly reached Ye Feng's ears.

"It's about to break Zhang Fan's record."

With Ye Feng's footsteps, he walked forward two meters again.

"It's the limit."

A gravity in the air suppressed Ye Feng's upper body, which made Ye Feng's face ugly.

"I can only wait for Zhang Fan here."

Ye Feng's heart was relieved, and he immediately sat cross-legged in place, adjusting his breathing, and suddenly he was able to defeat his Zhang Fan, Ye Feng didn't dare to repay any contempt.

"Zhang Fan, I hope we can have a good fight this time."

In the first stone room on the right, Zhang Fan's breathing gradually became steady.

"What is the reason, I obviously feel that I am only one kick away from breaking through ten percent of the fist, why can't I Zhang Fan take that kick, is it because my background is not enough."

Zhang Fan's brows furrowed deeply, and his face looked thoughtful.

"Since three fist-shaped grasses can't help me Zhang Fan break through, then ten, ten can't, just twenty."

A look of determination flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.

After getting up and leaving the stone room, Zhang Fan walked all the way towards the river, and saw Wang Yan's figure at a glance in his sight, and a smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth, "Eighty out of six sword momentum, Wang Yan's talent is really not weak, even Ye Feng can't compare to this kind of talent." ”

Wang Yan seemed to be aware of Zhang Fan's gaze, and suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Zhang Fan's gaze in the void, Wang Yan's cold little face immediately flashed a touch of red, which made Zhang Fan secretly a little happy.

"This little girl used to be shy."

Zhang Fan smiled easily in his heart.

After swimming away from Wang Yan's sight, Zhang Fan noticed a subtle atmosphere, which made Zhang Fan very uncomfortable, especially Hong Yan and Meng Yu, both of whom stared at Zhang Fan with a sneer, with schadenfreude in their eyes.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Fanyou left his gaze and walked forward directly, and suddenly his eyes focused on a young man holding a sword, the young man's breath was windless, extremely terrifying.

"Ninety out of five sword momentum, this Ye Feng is a genius."

Zhang Fan sighed slightly in his heart, if it weren't for the help of Devouring Martial Soul, Zhang Fan would definitely not be sure to deduce his fist to such a point.

In the process of Zhang Fan moving forward, Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, seemed to have some understanding, and sat up all of a sudden, holding the sword in his hand, pointing at Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan, I lost to you last time, I don't know if you dare to fight me this time."

Ye Feng stared at Zhang Fan's eyes, trying to get something out of Zhang Fan's eyes.

"Ye Feng, now you no longer have the qualifications to be my opponent."

Zhang Fan said seriously.

Zhang Fan didn't exaggerate this, ninety percent of the fist strength is close to the consummation of the fist, and the power is not comparable to the ninety percent of the five sword potential.

"Hmph."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Yu and Hong Yan both snorted coldly, "It's really arrogant, I just thought that I had defeated Ye Feng once, and I really thought that I was the first day talent of the Dynasty Academy." ”

Leng Wuxue and Guo Xiangzhi and the others also flashed with disappointment in their eyes, obviously Zhang Fan's words made them think that Zhang Fan was inflated.

"Zhang Fan, I hope your strength is worthy of what you say."

Ye Feng's eyes also flashed with a fierce light, although Ye Feng respected Zhang Fan very much, thinking that Zhang Fan was the only candidate in the Imperial Academy who could be his opponent, but at this time, Zhang Fan's arrogant attitude also made Ye Feng unhappy, Ye Feng suddenly wanted to teach Zhang Fan a lesson, so that Zhang Fan could understand the gap between strengths.

"Zhang Fan, if you don't do it, I'll do it."

Ye Feng suddenly stabbed straight out, and the nine-zhang-five soul sword appeared above his head, and then stabbed straight at Zhang Fan.

"Stubborn."

A terrifying momentum erupted from Zhang Fan's body, and above Zhang Fan's head, a fist mark of nine zhang nine appeared, and just the moment it appeared, the momentum of the soul sword was suppressed.

"Let's lose."

A simple punch combined with a suppressive fist was like a storm, pouring on Ye Feng's body, the long sword shook, and flew out directly upside down, and Ye Feng's body was also shocked back a few steps.

"How is that possible?"

Ye Feng's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"You're so powerful."

Ye Feng felt a huge sense of frustration in his heart, it was the first time in his life that he was defeated so easily, it was simply crushed, and he Ye Feng had no strength to resist at all.

"The genius who has been surpassed by me has not yet been surpassed."

Zhang Fan's words lingered in Ye Feng's mind, making Ye Feng stunned in an instant.

Zhang Fan ignored Ye Feng, but went straight forward, and soon overtook Ye Feng, on the basis of Ye Feng, he marched four meters again and stopped, at this time Zhang Fan was only the last meter away from the river.

After sitting cross-legged, Zhang Fan waited quietly.

Ye Feng, who was in a daze, was instantly alert, and then a sky-high sword momentum bloomed on his body, and his sword momentum faintly felt like breaking the sky, and there were actually signs of sublimation.

"Ninety-six sword momentum."

Zhang Fan glanced at Ye Feng in surprise, at this time, Ye Feng had already swept away the decadent aura of his whole body, and the whole person once again returned to his indomitable momentum as a swordsman.

"Ye Feng really deserves to be the former Tianjiao overlord, this time he broke and then stood up, and his future achievements are absolutely limitless."

Zhang Fan turned his head, closed his eyes tightly, and waited silently.

And Ye Feng also stayed five meters away from the river and sat cross-legged on the spot, at this time Ye Feng no longer had a sword-shaped grass on his body, and now he had no other choice but to wait for the favor of God again.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose above the river, and in the midst of the fierce wind, dozens of small grasses that emitted green condensation floated over.

Zhang Fan stood up, leaned out directly, and snatched more than 20 plants at once.

As for the rest, it continued to float backwards, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a gleam, the long sword shook, his body rose from the ground, and directly snatched fifteen sword-shaped grasses, and then Wang Yan burst out with strong strength and also snatched ten sword-shaped grasses, and the remaining dozen or so were snatched by cold bloodlessness, Guo Xiangzhi and others.

"It's time to break through the ten-percent punch."

Holding the thirteen fist-shaped grasses in his hand, Zhang Fan's eyes flashed.

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