This punch directly defeated Chen Yifan and dispersed Chen Yifan's combat power, and Chen Yifan at this moment had no power to fight back. However, the battle is not over yet, and Chen Yifan's nightmare has just begun.

"Break the army and ascend to the dragon fist!"

With a roar, his fist slammed into Chen Yifan's chin, directly hitting Chen Yifan towards Kong Zheng

"Seven Styles of Nirvana..."

"Broken bones!"

"Broken tendons!"

"Break the pulse!"

......

The fist kept jumping from the ring, and every time he jumped, he would give Chen Yifan a heavy blow. As for Chen Yifan, under the continuous attack of the fist, his body has been suspended in mid-air, and he has not been able to land for a long time.

"This..."

The fighting spirits under the ring were so stupid that they watched the punch beating Chen Yifan, and they were so shocked that they didn't say a word. They couldn't believe that Chen Yifan, the strongest B-level student in Twilight Academy, Chen Yifan, who was rumored to be as famous as Qingfeng, had become a sandbag under the spirit hunter.

"That tall spirit hunter... It's too cruel, isn't it?" Zhan Wudaunt stared at his fist and said in a deep voice.

"The Spirit Hunter is really as arrogant and fierce as in the biography. Li Shu couldn't help but sigh.

"Shi Jian, she does qualify to be your opponent. Qingfeng looked at the fist and said lightly.

"I'm going to beat her. Shi Jian smiled innocently.

While Zhao Academy was talking about boxing, the beating in the ring was still going on.

"Back to the Chain!"

I only heard a roar, and the fist slammed at Chen Yifan again.

"Punch! Enough, stop fighting!" Luo Feng suddenly shouted into the fist.

After all, this is the Martial God City, and it is the territory of the Fighting Soul, Luo Feng is worried that if the fist kills the Fighting Soul here, I am afraid that it will not end well, and it is likely to affect their participation in the Fighting Soul Martial God Altar.

Under Luo Feng's reminder, a punch was punched out, directly knocking Chen Yifan out of the ring.

"Yifan!"

At this time, Chen Yifan's companions immediately surrounded Chen Yifan.

At this moment, Chen Yifan, who was lying on the ground, was in rags, with a disheveled head, a crooked nose and slanted eyes, a mouth spitting blood, and a blurred consciousness.

Looking at Chen Yifan's miserable appearance, the anger of the fighting spirits was immediately ignited.

"Spirit Hunter, you dare to commit murder in Martial God City!"

"Spirit hunter! this is the Soul Realm! How can you soul hunters be allowed to go wild here!"

"Soul hunter, am I really a bully when we are fighting spirits!"

......

The fighting spirits glared at the fist angrily, and the reprimand was higher and higher, and the posture was as if they were going to tear the fist alive.

However, scolding and scolding, there is no fighting spirit to dare to make a fist. First of all, the fist is a spirit hunter, and the killing fist will inevitably be hunted down by the soul hunter union; secondly, this is the Martial God City, no one dares to commit murder here, even if the target is the soul hunter, these fighting spirits do not dare to attack casually; finally, the fist injured Chen Yifan in the ring, which is justified and did not violate any rules.

In the face of the anger of the fighting spirits, the fist did not show a trace of timidity, only to see her shouting loudly: "What is the noise! You have so many fighting souls, you can't find a B-level fighting soul that can fight, blame me!"

With the support of the Spirit Hunter Guild, the fist is sure that these fighting spirits will not dare to do anything to her, so she has a lot of confidence.

Under the taunt of the fist, the fighting spirits immediately quieted down, their skills were not as good as others, and they really didn't have anything good.

"B-rank fighting spirits! Why don't you go up and beat that damn soul hunter down for me!"

"Those academy elites who participated in the Fighting Soul Martial God Altar! It's time to show your strength!"

"What are you still hesitating about!

......

The fighting spirits hoped that a B-level fighting spirit would soon stand up and knock the arrogant fist down from the ring.

And these B-level fighting spirits present did not dare to come on stage to face the fist. First of all, the tickets are too expensive; secondly, the strength of the fist is very strong, and no one is sure to defeat the fist; finally, everyone has seen the miserable appearance of Chen Yifan, and no one wants to be the second Chen Yifan.

Shi Jian of Zhao Academy, looking at the fist from afar, said, "I'll go meet her." ”

"Forget it, you don't have to go up and get involved. Qingfeng on the side suggested.

"Why?" asked Shi Jian unwillingly.

Obviously, Shi Jian very much wanted to compete with the fist, but he didn't dare to go against Qingfeng's intentions.

"Before the Fighting Spirit Martial God Altar began, I didn't want anyone in the clan to get hurt. The breeze was faint.

"Qingfeng, do you think I won't be able to beat her?" Shi Jian was unconvinced.

"I'm sure you can beat her, but you're going to end up in a bad situation. "Qingfeng Road.

"Shi Jian, our goal is to win the championship of the Fighting Spirit Martial God Altar for the academy and capture Taiyi Ice Water, nothing else matters. Li Shu said.

"Shi Jian, don't worry, as long as the strength of the Spirit Hunters is strong enough, we will definitely be able to meet them on the Fighting Soul Martial God Altar. Fearless said comfortingly.

......

Because they couldn't stand the agitation of the fighting spirits around them, those B-class fighting spirits began to quietly leave here one after another. These B-level fighting souls all represented their respective academies to participate in the Fighting Soul Martial God Altar, and they didn't want to be eliminated first before they entered the Martial God Mountain like Chen Yifan.

After that, no matter how the fist shouted, there was no fighting spirit on the stage to challenge the fist. At the same time, it may not be strange to see the shouting of the fist, and the fighting spirits gathered around the ring began to slowly disperse, and in the end, there were no more fighting spirits under the ring.

At this time, Luo Feng was so excited that he stepped into the ring and cheered: "Fist!

"It's really boring, I didn't expect these elite students of the Fighting Soul Academy to be so unbeaten. "The fist is lost.

For those treasures in the ring, boxing has no interest at all, she just wants to fight, but unfortunately, she has just warmed up, and before she has much fun, those fighting spirits are gone.

"Fist, how do we divide these loot. Luo Feng held the treasure and asked.

Quan glanced at the treasure in Luo Feng's arms, shook his head and said, "I don't like these things, if you like them, give them all." ”

In Luo Feng's eyes, whether it was Su Minghong, or Hongmei Xuedan, or others, it was enough to make him excited. But in the eyes of the fist, she couldn't look down on these treasures at all, because she couldn't use them anymore.

"Then you're welcome. Luo Feng said excitedly.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Luo Feng and Fist walked out of the ring, planning to go back to the inn. At this time, four blue-eyed fighting soul boys suddenly appeared in front of Luo Feng, blocking Luo Feng's way.

Among these four fighting spirits, there was a face that Luo Feng was very familiar with.

"Lu Shan?"

Luo Feng immediately remembered the identity of this fighting spirit, he was the young city lord of Crit City, Lu Shan.