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Looking at Ye Feng Lingbo stepping on the waves, almost like a rebellious dragon, the ghosts and gods were unstoppable, and the indifference on Wei Chengfeng's face suddenly disappeared.

"It's not a fluke that Dongsheng was defeated by him in one move, when did Huaxia actually rise such a teenager."

couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Wei Chengfeng faced this opponent for the first time.

Before he came, he didn't know much about Ye Feng's strength, Wei Dongsheng only told him that Ye Feng would be able to use the Dao Technique with one hand, and then nothing else.

However, when he saw it with his own eyes at this time, he realized that Wei Dongsheng was very wrong.

"Where is this young man a Taoist family, maybe he knows Taoism, but that is not his true strength at all."

"He is still a powerful martial artist, and his physical body and true yuan are extremely condensed and powerful."

Ye Feng walked on the waves, and every step out was like an iron mountain falling, flattening the huge waves, as if the one under his feet was not soft river water, but hard steel, which required extremely condensed internal qi to do it.

He is conceited and can also ride the waves, but he can't be as comfortable as Ye Feng, giving birth to lotus step by step, and the cyclone on the soles of his feet is like practice.

"It's good to come!" A curious smile appeared on his face, and Wei Chengfeng's eyes also rose with excitement, he had been in family retreat for a long time, and he hadn't fought against a qualified opponent for a long time.

As he spoke, the soles of his feet stood tall, and his hands commanded, like playing a pipa, and at the same time, on the turbulent river, five crystal clear water swords rushed out from the river, exuding a sharp cold glow, and killed Ye Feng with ten thousand momentum.

This is not a peerless method, but he condensed it with his internal qi technique, wanting to explore Ye Feng's foundation.

His hand seems to be very casual, but in fact it is extremely powerful, and a strong martial artist who has entered the Great Perfection can also be pierced through the body by this blow, and the strong internal qi of the quasi-grandmaster is almost like a sharp sword blade, which is not a joke.

"This Wei Chengfeng is already equivalent to a sixth-level Qi cultivation cultivator in the cultivation realm, it is rare, he is indeed a genius to practice to this level at the age of forty in an environment like the earth."

Seeing Wei Chengfeng make a move, Ye Feng was slightly surprised, but he was unmoved by the five water swords that shot over like substance.

His expression was indifferent, he clenched his hands into a fist, and blasted out lightly, which was the starting wave breaking blow of the "Great Zhou Seventy-two Style", and suddenly a fist formed by true qi met it like a substance.

Crash!

The five water swords were crushed by a single blow, and they turned into water droplets and fell into the river again.

"What a solid internal qi!"

Looking at the leopard in the tube, Ye Feng's simple punch had already been captured by Wei Chengfeng, and his face couldn't help but change.

He practiced the exercises inherited by the Wei family, and for decades, his internal qi had accumulated extremely large, and he was condensing day after day, but in terms of strength, he couldn't compare to Ye Feng.

Cultivation is like pumping water into a water tank, accumulating more and more, precipitating essence, and when the tank is full, it will be the day of the breakthrough of the tribulation.

The tank water is the internal qi condensed by the ancient martial monks, and when the water is drawn, the monks must continue to temper and condense the internal qi until the internal qi is condensed into the true element.

No matter how strong the internal qi is, it can't be stronger than the true element.

Because the two are fundamentally two different levels of power, if the internal qi is compared to wood, then the true element is a steel knife.

Therefore, Rao is Wei Chengfeng has accumulated enough internal qi, and the amount is huge, which is more than Ye Feng, who is at the fifth level of qi training, but it is inferior to Ye Feng in terms of quality, and the incomplete cultivation of the true dao system on the earth makes his internal qi infinitely close to the true yuan, but it is not the true yuan after all.

This is also the reason why Ye Feng was not moved at all when he saw him make a move.

No matter how thick the wood is, it won't be enough to compare it with my steel knife.

"I admit it, underestimating you, you are very powerful, it is really rare to be able to cultivate to such a point at such a young age."

"However, you are not my opponent after all, I am a half-step grandmaster, even if your internal qi is stronger than mine, it is impossible for you to defeat me with your means and moves."

Wei Chengfeng looked at Ye Feng, shook his head and said with a Ling Ran expression.

As he spoke, he raised one hand, and gradually condensed into a long knife, about two meters long, hanging above his palm, and the sharp breath cut through the air, emitting a piercing sound.

"Not necessarily." Ye Feng said lightly, he has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and the exercises he has handled are all high-level, Wei Chengfeng dared to talk to him about means and moves, he was really ashamed.

"Humph! Then let you see how powerful my Wei family's sword technique is, the Jedi Nine Slash, the first slash! ”

Wei Chengfeng saw Ye Feng's contemptuous expression, and immediately became angry, and jumped into the air with a long knife in his hand and slashed at Ye Feng.

The Jedi Ninefold Slash is a cultivation technique passed down from ancient times by his Wei family, and it is cultivated with sword skills, but when he reaches the half-step grandmaster level, he naturally doesn't use any weapons, and directly condenses his qi into a knife.

This kind of knife technique is very domineering, and when he swung it out, it tore through the air and made a piercing sound, as if a knife mountain was splitting down, and the power was terrifying, and it was going to cut Ye Feng in two.

"Good knife technique!"

Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he was well-informed, but when he saw Wei Chengfeng's sword, he couldn't help but sigh.

It may be that the Wei family's sword technique is not famous in the cultivation world, and the grade is not high, but the means of combining the sword qi and the monk into one is indeed very good, and at the same time that people control the sword qi, the sword qi is also controlling people, and the power of this outbreak is multiplied.

The person who created this practice was a genius.

At this time, Wei Chengfeng's sword qi had already come to his front, and he was only a few steps away.

Ye Feng didn't panic in the slightest, and directly blasted out with a punch, the second move of the seventy-two style of the Great Zhou, the Sky Punch.

Before, he used this trick to kill a head lowering mage abroad, which can be described as overkill, and at this time, it was used to resist Wei Chengfeng's violent knife, which was exactly where it came in.

"Boom!"

The water surface of the Yangtze River erupted with a sky-shaking sound, and the silver waves suddenly rose, causing the crowd on both sides of the strait to exclaim.

People saw that Wei Chengfeng and Ye Feng collided together in the air, and the force of the impact was really too violent, and the turbulent river surface collapsed a few meters, forming a depression vacuum zone.

After that collision, the two flew back upside down, among which Wei Chengfeng only retreated two or three meters, but Ye Feng retreated more than ten meters away.

It seems that the difference between the strong and the weak has been seen.

"It's not good, Ye Zi seems to be at a disadvantage, not an opponent." On the shore, Yu Fei's palms were sweating.

Not only him, Ye Ningxue, Huangfu Jundai, and Monk Puchen and other people who had a good relationship with Ye Feng all changed their faces, and they looked worried.

"Hey, after all, he is still young, no matter how demonic he is, no matter how talented he is, he can't be the opponent of a half-step grandmaster who has cultivated for decades."

An initiation martial artist from another province shook his head.

There were people present who knew him, and knew that this person was quite famous in the martial arts world, and he had been a referee for many martial arts conferences, and he was very discerning, and when he saw that he even said so, he was suddenly even more optimistic about Ye Feng.

"Haha, that kid seems to be out of luck." Qin Hai, who was originally frightened by Ye Feng's means of treading the waves, came to his senses at this time, and shouted gloatingly.

"Grass, shut the fuck, believe it or not, I'll beat you up again!" Yu Fei said angrily and glared at Qin Hai fiercely.

"You beat me? Fatty, you're thin, but your guts have become fat, I think you're just looking for pumping. Qin Hai glared at Yu Fei viciously, he naturally wouldn't take Yu Fei's small role as Ye Feng's follower seriously.

"You!" Yu Fei's face turned red, and he wanted to rush over, but when he saw Zhang He standing next to Qin Hai, the taekwondo champion, he was immediately stunned.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

"It's going to be fought again!"

I saw that a figure on the river moved, it was Wei Chengfeng.

As his name suggests, he rode the wind and waves, eating a two-meter-long knife in his hand, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a sharp knife, exuding a breathtaking coldness, and slashed towards Ye Feng again.

"You're already good, you can let me use the second sword of the Jedi Ninefold Slash, the power of this second sword is more than several times greater than the first sword, and with my current half-step Grandmaster's cultivation, I can only master three swords."

"Ye Feng, you abolished my descendants of the Wei family, I beheaded you, don't resent me."

Wei rode the wind and flew through the air, paddling Tai Chi under his feet, his clothes were grinning, and he was holding a cold and piercing knife qi, which was really like an invincible killing god.

"So, that's your strongest move." Ye Feng was not as timid and frightened as he imagined, but shook his head, his hands towards the void, and his two hands condensed into a strange gesture, unmoved by Wei Chengfeng, who was about to kill in front of him.

The mouth actually said slowly:

"The seventy-second style of the Great Zhou, the third style, hugging the mountain seal."