Touch!

As soon as the words fell, Yang Feng kicked him in the chest again.

Qin Shanhai only felt that his heart seemed to be pressed against a big mountain, so that he couldn't breathe, and he was about to suffocate.

However, he still gritted his teeth tightly, and immediately used the power of fog again, and with a shake of his body, he disappeared into the void.

Burst!

But what's the use?

Yang Feng's super intuition had already predicted all his lines of action. Without Yang Feng having to think for himself, his body automatically exercised, dragging him back from the mist and revealing his figure.

Qin Shanhai's back was slapped again, his mouth was foaming blood, his eyes were dizzy, and he was about to scold his mother in his heart.

What the hell is going on? Why doesn't he seem to be affected by the fog attribute at all? Is the dignified heaven-level seven spirit elements like this?

Qin Shanhai wanted to cry without tears, but he didn't care about thinking so much.

At this moment, what he has to do is to leave this monster around him quickly, otherwise he will definitely be killed by the other party.

So Qin Shanhai ignored the serious injuries on his body, and stepped on the ground suddenly, and was about to leave the battlefield, but suddenly, a soft shout sounded.

"The fourth divine skill of the warrior, weakened in the whole field. ”

Swish!

Somehow, Qin Shanhai suddenly felt that he had suddenly lost his strength, his hands and feet were frivolous, like a ball of cotton, weak, and even his speed was reduced by a hundred times at once, no different from a turtle crawling.

He wanted to escape, but he was really powerless.

Seeing this, Yang Feng crossed the corner of his mouth with an evil smile, and with a slight lift of his foot, he kicked Qin Shanhai's ass and kicked him to the ground.

Then, a scene that stunned everyone in the entire Wujiabao began.

Yang Feng jumped around, rode onto Qin Shanhai's body, and began to punch and kick inhumanely.

Qin Shanhai wanted to dodge, or defend, but his reaction was slow, his defense was weak, and it was impossible to run. So after a round of Haibian, this jade-faced boy has been beaten into a pig's head, and he wants to cry without tears.

The whole process of the two seemed to be in a martial arts competition, it was like a hooligan fight.

Uh-no, it's not a hooligan fight, it's a one-sided crush. Because a fight is called a fight when both sides do it, and now Qin Shanhai doesn't even have the strength to fight back, can it still be called a fight?

"Hmph, let you call Jade Face Boy again. ”

In the end, Yang Feng didn't know what psychology he had, so he lifted the already unrecognizable Qin Shanhai's head, and smiled at all the audience in the castle side by side with his simple face: "You say, which of the two of us is the jade-faced son, hehehe!"

Uhhh......hh

For the third time, all the spectators in the castle, whether it was the aristocratic clans in the arena or the commoners and untouchables outside the arena, were stunned by the scene in front of them and were speechless.

Overwhelming strength!

Everyone sighed in their hearts......

Originally, they thought that Yang Feng and Qin Shanhai were two heroes in a duel, and they must be evenly matched, and the dragon and tiger would compete. But now I found out that the strength of this madman and untouchable Yang Feng was much higher than that of Qin Shanhai.

Originally, the feeling that they were evenly matched was just an illusion, and this madman untouchable deliberately showed weakness, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to preserve his strength.

At this critical time, once Yang Feng exerts all his strength, this Qin Shanhai has no power to fight back at all.

Sure enough, this madman pariah is the real monster against the sky.

The black shadow hiding in the shadows also looked at all this in a daze, and couldn't believe that it was true. Her young master was actually defeated, or defeated with the ability to come out of the fog, how could it be?

That is the power of the heaven-level seven spirit elements, although it is not complete, but it is more than enough to deal with a rookie who has just flown up from the nether realm.

No, this Yang Feng is by no means such a simple character. Who is he, and where is he sacred?

At this moment, the black shadow had real doubts about Yang Feng's identity.

Wu Fatian kept looking at the scene below, silently, his face was blue and white, and his two fists unconsciously tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sima Changfeng on the side glanced at him and understood his thoughts.

After Qin Shanhai used that kind of weird trick that even he couldn't see through, it had already aroused his jealousy. But what made him even more jealous was that the tricks he couldn't crack were actually seen through by Yang Feng at a glance.

The talents of the two people in this battle are too strong, and now their cultivation is still low, and they can control it, if they grow up in the future, the first person to be threatened is this castle master.

In his place, how could he not be afraid?

It is estimated that he is now more and more eager to get rid of the two of them, but he just lacks a reason.

Taking a deep breath, Sima Changfeng saw everything in his eyes.

Zhao Sanyuan, as the referee this time, was stunned for a little by the scene in front of him, and immediately came to Qin Shanhai, who was already lying on the stage and couldn't move, and confirmed: "Qin Shanhai, do you still have the strength to fight again?"

"What do you say?" Qin Shanhai shook his head weakly, smiling bitterly in his heart.

I never thought that he would play this virtue in this championship game. Where did he get the courage to speak out at that monster, alas?

At this moment, even an anti-heaven existence like Qin Shanhai had to call Yang Feng a monster from the bottom of his heart.

"Understood. ”

Zhao Sanyuan nodded clearly, stood up suddenly, and resolutely shouted to all the spectators inside and outside the arena: "The overall champion of this year's Tianpeng Ring Competition is the crazy untouchable, Yang Feng. ”

Roar!

As soon as the words fell, the whole castle cheered, and the sound shook the sky.

Tianye and Linglong glanced at each other, and they both showed a look of joy.

Unexpectedly, Brother Yang, who was driven to the shelves, finally got the championship of this ring competition. Now, Lord Sima probably values him more, and we don't have to worry about Wanjia's revenge anymore.

God's heart, which had been hanging, finally calmed down.

But the young lady of the Wan family was so angry that her lungs were about to explode, staring closely at the disgusting figure below, her eyes were red.

The old man on the side glanced at her and said, "Okay, don't do anything else." Originally, Master Sima protected him because he valued his potential. Now with his performance, Lord Sima must value it even more. You have to get by with that little, forget it. Could it be that you want to have a bad relationship with Lord Sima for such a trivial matter of sesame mung beans?"

"Dad, am I a trivial matter of sesame mung beans? When I got married, I was thrown into the river, and this is a matter of the face of our family. ”

"Yes, our Wan family lost face that time. But what you did later made our Wan family lose face a few times?

A rough breath erupted from his nostrils, and the old man said with a gloomy face: "If you don't succeed enough and you lose more than you lose, you will make trouble for your father." Let's just forget about this matter, time is not with me, and if I continue to think about it, I don't know how much chaos there will be. ”

"What, don't pursue it?"

"Nonsense, how can you investigate it? Behind him is Master Sima. ”

"So what, he's just a pariah. ”

"Untouchables? Not soon. Have you forgotten what the castle lord said just now?" the old man roared, and Miss Wan was stunned.

At this time, the award ceremony of the canopy competition began, and the champion, runner-up, and third runner-up came to the stage one after another.

Zhao Sanyuan announced with joy on his face: "First of all, the third runner-up of this year's Tianpeng Ring Competition, Yun Lanfeng Sickle Leg Yun Extraordinary Player, won a first-class spirit soldier, a Fierce Wind Fire Spear, congratulations to Yun Player." ”

Whoa......

With the thunderous applause, Yun Bufan took over the majestic spirit soldier with excitement on his face, revealing a happy smile.

In Wujiabao, this spirit soldier is hard to find, most of them are in the hands of nobles and clan families, and it is rare for civilians to have one, let alone the top.