Ye Chenfeng scratched his head, looking a little helpless, it seemed that it was impossible to lead Ye Ningyu to whereabouts, but it was not that his plan did not work, but that Ye Wugui's actions exceeded Ye Chenfeng's original estimate.

The last time in the ring, Ye Chenfeng had obviously defeated Ye Wugui, since he had admitted that he was in a group with those black-robed people, he should know some news about himself, Ye Chenfeng couldn't figure out why Ye Wugui thought he could still compete with himself.

Just with these resentful spirits around him now?

After thinking about it, Ye Wu's ghost killing move was already close, and a huge ghost claw suddenly appeared, which seemed to be just a shadow, and the color was black, but it looked a little thin, as if it could be torn apart at will.

But Ye Chenfeng didn't think how fragile this ghost hand would be, and with a step on his feet, with his strong strength, he instantly moved back a few steps away, avoiding this grasp.

The seemingly thin ghost claws easily pierced through the soil, and even the stones in the soil were easily cut in half.

"In that ring competition, you really hid your strength, and now it seems that your observation is really good."

Seeing that Ye Wugui was not in a hurry to attack, but said this, Ye Chenfeng was a little unclear, but he was concerned about Ye Ningyu's safety, and he had to find out some information from Ye Wugui, so he just let out a faint "oh".

But his calm expression and calm tone surprised Ye Wugui, it seemed that the current Ye Chenfeng was in control of everything.

"That's what you look ......"

The low tone and the howling yin wind around him made Ye Chenfeng almost unable to hear his words, so he could only raise his voice and ask.

"What did you say?"

"Hehehehe...... It's your contemptuous expression that disgusts me the most, and it's damn damn that you're still putting on this kind of expression now! ”

Ye Wugui's anger soared, and the ghost hand that stepped into the soil quickly withdrew, his eyes followed the ghost hand, and Ye Chenfeng found that behind Ye Wugui, there were five more identical ghost hands at some point.

In the darkness, the ghost hand twisted strangely, as if to express the anger in Ye Wugui's heart, and as his words fell, the six ghost hands attacked at the same time, instantly sealing all directions of Ye Chenfeng.

Surrounded by a heavy siege, Ye Chenfeng's face did not change, and at the moment when those ghost hands grabbed him, a roaring sound suddenly broke out under his feet, only to see Ye Chenfeng's feet suddenly burst, and the figure disappeared in an instant, and it was the thunder that reappeared.

Ye Wugui's six ghost hands missed a single blow, but the powerful inertia made the ghost hands sink directly under the ground, unable to retract in a short period of time, which was the perfect time for Ye Chenfeng to make a move.

But when he was about to attack, there was a sudden vibration under his feet, and then the thick ghost hand broke through the ground, and the six ghost hands were like six petals, but if these petals were really gathered, Ye Chenfeng would definitely be more auspicious.

It's just that this should have been a critical moment of life and death crisis, but what Ye Chenfeng was thinking about was how to make a move, so as not to beat Ye Wugui to death in one fell swoop......

His physical body should be enough to resist the attacks of these ghost hands, but what Ye Chenfeng was thinking about was how to restrain Ye Wugui without alarming those foundation building monks.

To do this, the only way to do this is to seriously injure him in an instant, but not to death, and now the only one who can do this is his self-created spell.

Kill the immortals, rush.

A beam of light compressed to the extreme suddenly appeared, Ye Wugui only felt that his eyes lit up, like a sharp sword piercing the night formed by his spell, stabbing him so that he couldn't open his eyes, but when he tried to find out when this move was, he was shocked to feel a pain in his waist, and when he looked down, he found that he had seen blood.

"You really have that kind of strength!"

Ye Wugui was very surprised in his heart, what he was looking forward to was not a one-sided torture, what he wanted was to completely defeat Ye Chenfeng.

It's just that Ye Chenfeng at this time, after this move, was trapped in the layers of ghost hands, and he had long since lost his movement, and he seemed to have been subdued by the ghost hands.

"I know that you will never be able to escape from the hands of the Tsukiji Monk only to this extent, you should have the strength to fight to the death with me now!"

The Ye Chenfeng in the ghost hand was indeed intact as Ye Wugui said, although the ghost hand brought him a lot of pressure, but it was not hurt in the slightest, and at this time, it was recognized by others, and Ye Chenfeng was not easy to continue to pretend.

"Oh."

Simply responded, Ye Chenfeng punched through the layers of ghost hands, and walked straight out, Ye Wuqi's eyelids jumped straight at this move, those ghost hands were the limit of what he could condense from the seventh-layer cultivation of condensation, but he couldn't even withstand the opponent's punch, but this time he didn't feel insulted, because he had already regarded Ye Chenfeng as an opponent of the same realm.

"Ye Chenfeng, I hope you take it seriously, I can bring in those foundation building monks at any time now, the reason why I didn't do that is just because I don't want anyone to disturb me, because this time, it will be a fateful duel between you and me!"

Now, Ye Wugui has been convinced that Ye Chenfeng's body refining technique is no less than his attainments in spiritual planting, his hands formed a strange magic seal, and the aura around his body soared, and his cultivation actually had a faint sign of breakthrough at this moment.

This time, it is equivalent to directly indicating the identity of Ye Wugui's secret son, he is extremely similar to those foundation-building monks' methods of concealing his cultivation, the only difference is that Ye Wugui's cultivation has only reached the ninth layer of condensation.

"Fate?"

"That's right! It's fate! I had everything I wanted, but I've lost everything since that duel between you and me, so I'm going to take back from you everything that was mine! ”

Ye Chenfeng's eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Wugui in disbelief, deeply feeling that he should find a spiritual doctor to see, but thinking that he had only said two words just now, the other party began to chatter, where did he dare to say anything, so he had to answer simply.

"Oh."

Who knows, after hearing this word, Ye Wugui was as if he had been stepped on, and immediately jumped like thunder, sacrificing a five-colored small flag, forming some kind of unknown magic circle, which made Ye Wugui's ghostly energy around him victorious, and even his body was blurred and became very illusory.

Although the six ghost hands behind him were pierced by Ye Chenfeng's punch, they were not broken, and at this time, Ye Wugui took them back, and they turned out to be his nourishment, making Ye Wugui's momentum even stronger, and even the yin wind around him was as sharp as a knife.

His angry expression was already like a demon, and he rushed out in an instant at this time, and countless ghost shadows were formed behind him, layer upon layer, which was very good.

Ye Chenfeng knew that the other party understood the true character, and he no longer hid his strength, but he did not use the thunder footwork to deal with it, although this pace was extremely fast, but every time he used it, it was very loud, and it was easy to attract the attention of others.

So he used the method of self-creation again.

Seal the magic trick, stop.

Although Ye Wugui's body was illusory, he couldn't escape Ye Chenfeng's demonic lock, and when he sealed the magic trick, he suddenly felt that his aura was not running smoothly, and his figure was stunned, but it gave Ye Chenfeng a momentary opportunity to distance themselves from each other.

"There's a kind of don't run!"

Ye Wugui's voice, like a hellish ghost, shocked his heart, but it had no effect on Ye Chenfeng, so Ye Chenfeng still retreated, and at the same time, he already held the Starfall Sword in his hand.

(End of chapter)