"Poof!"

Yu Fei fell under the ring with a bang, splashing a puff of dust, which frightened the people around him and hurriedly retreated more than ten steps.

Everyone looked at it and saw that Yu Fei was worse than the black bear, not only was his fist injured, but his hands were broken, and it looked like a pair of dog paws, which seemed to be not recoverable in the short term.

This familiar scene was staged again, making everyone stunned, standing on the spot, all turned into clay sculptures and wood carvings, not knowing what to say.

"Yu Fei, I, Xiang Feiyu, spit on a nail, should I say it? Said he was going to beat you into a dog, and now it's cashed in! ”

Xiang Feiyu appeared on the edge of the ring again, looked at Yu Fei, who was about to die, and said with a smile. Looking at his more genuine appearance, he looks like an extremely serious person.

"Poof!"

Hearing Xiang Feiyu's words, Yu Fei really wanted to cry without tears, and at the same time galloped over thousands of grass and mud horses in his heart, and a mouthful of blood sprayed more than a foot away.

Item...... Xiang Feiyu, don't go too far, I, Yu Fei, remember you, when you get to the inner door, someone will deal with you, and then you will know the price of offending me Yu Fei! ”

Yu Fei gritted his teeth and got up, dropped a few words of the scene, and struggled to walk out of the field.

"Humph! I'm waiting, if anyone dares to offend my dragon team, I can guarantee that he will definitely regret coming to this world! ”

Xiang Feiyu looked at Yu Fei's back and said coldly, a wave of fighting spirit rose up in the night and did not disperse for a long time.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, and strongly felt that the dragon team had risen strongly, showing an unstoppable momentum.

They all had a strong premonition that the Dragon Team would definitely set off a vigorous storm in the Divine Dragon Sect in the near future!

"Xiang, Xiang Feiyu, win!"

After a while, the referee came to his senses and announced the result in a rambling manner.

"Xiang Feiyu, it's really amazing! He had been fighting with people for so long before, and it turned out that he was honing himself, and he didn't exert his strength at all. ”

"Now these two games are called exciting, which is equivalent to advertising their dragon team, declaring its strong rise, and it must not be humiliated!"

Many people said one after another, and even looked at Xiang Feiyu with strange eyes, and all kinds of looks appeared in their eyes, or envy, jealousy, or fear, and so on.

There are also more than a dozen challenge team members who are also embarrassed, all of them are in the middle and late stages of the foundation building realm, and they want to retreat, but after looking at the bustling audience around them, they feel that they can't save face, so they have to go on stage.

A guy who looked a little anxious flew up, faced Xiang Feiyu and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, I am gross weight." Hehe, I know it's not an opponent! However, as a Taoist cultivator, you must have an indomitable Dao heart, so please ask the senior brother to teach a few tricks, and show mercy to your subordinates! ”

The gross weight seems to be forty, but in fact, he is only in his twenties, and he also has the cultivation in the later stage of the foundation building realm, which is not bad!

Because seeing Xiang Feiyu's amazing strength, he took the initiative to call the other party senior brother, how good and so good his attitude was, it was even more affectionate than seeing his father!

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person. Since everyone else has given you a long face, it is out of politeness, and you should follow it too!

Otherwise, there will be arrogance everywhere, and it will be easy to be beaten to death when you go out!

"Mao ...... Senior Brother Maozhong, huh? You're welcome, in that case, I'll use martial arts to fight you a few times. You don't have to worry about me, just make any moves! ”

Gross weight? How much does your fur really weigh? How do you come up with such an alternative name? Could it be that your family is a beast?

Xiang Feiyu turned a few thoughts in a row, suppressed his smile, and immediately became like a good gentleman, with a kind smile, stretched out one hand, and said quite modestly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xiang, then I'm welcome!"

Getting the assurance of this evil star, Mao is overjoyed, today is simply an escape! He summoned a Xuan-rank sword, and the yuan force was infused, and the sword qi flew out more than two meters long, slashing at Xiang Feiyu.

Xiang Feiyu summoned out the power of the dragon, and quickly condensed two fists more than a foot in his hand, as if they were made of gold, and at first glance they were as solid as iron and stone, and their power was extraordinary.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, the sword shook, and bounced back. Mao Zhong saw Xiang Feiyu fighting with his empty fist, and only used five points of strength, but he didn't think that his arm was numb from the shock, and the sword almost fell out of his hand, and he suddenly lost color!

"Gross weight, I said you haven't eaten or what? Since you even have heavy hair, how can you shoot so lightly? Xiang Feiyu was a little dissatisfied, so he simply made a fuss about the other party's name.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, Senior Brother Xiang, I will definitely go all out this time, you have to be careful!"

Mao Zhong heard that the other party was making fun of his name, and he couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only smile awkwardly, if he used all his strength.

Suddenly, his sword qi grew one meter steeply, and his power became even more powerful, pouring towards Xiang Feiyu like a storm. There was no sword shadow in the audience, only a dazzling cold and cold light, which was dazzling and dizzying.

"That's kind of fun!"

Xiang Feiyu felt a little pressure this time, his spiritual sense was opened, he locked on the opponent's sword shadow, and cast a maze step, his body was flexible and unprovoked, and his speed was unmatched, making it impossible for people to see his figure clearly.

The foot-sized fist shadow quickly attacked, like a giant hammer bombardment, colliding with the sword qi, making deafening sounds, making people frightened and dizzy.

The two exchanged hundreds of moves, and when it was time to decide the winner, Mao Zhong condensed the residual yuan force and turned into a giant sword, and just wanted to slash down, but was interrupted by Xiang Feiyu's loud shout.

"Flying Punch!"

This is the heart move that Xiang Feiyu has just created, and the power of the dragon condenses into a rice-sized fist, which flies out of his hand and smashes into the opponent's giant sword.

This is equivalent to a simplified version of a gasification dragon, which consumes much less dragon power and can be used indefinitely, of course, the power is naturally less. However, it is suitable for dealing with slightly weaker opponents!

"Bang!"

With a bang, the giant sword shattered, and the sword qi flew out, cutting off a handful of long hair that was heavy and drifting away with the wind.

Gross weight was also shocked by the aftermath of the explosion, and he fell twenty meters away, his face pale, and some blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he finally saved all the parts.

Mao Zhong coughed, got up, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Thank you Senior Brother Xiang for your mercy, I am convinced!" ”

"I cut off a handful of your hair, and now your hair is going to be lighter, you won't blame me, will you?" Xiang Feiyu made a joke.

"Oh, no, Senior Brother Xiang laughed! In the next farewell, there will be a period later! ”

Mao Zhong was ridiculed repeatedly, how dare he stay any longer, hurriedly hugged his fists and left, leaving only countless pleasant laughter.