Chapter 541: Rou'er, Is Your Name Too?

The man was handsome and calm, and there was not a trace of ripples in the water under his eyes, but there was a sense of murder that was spreading wildly.

This person is a disciple of the Phoenix Clan, the top five disciples of the Phoenix Faction, Feng Ming!

He was now twenty-five years old, and his cultivation had already reached the fivefold middle of the Heavenly Netherworld.

He stood in the ring, his face was as heavy as water, looking at the young man in white in front of him, an extremely playful smile appeared on his handsome face, and his voice was like a cold wind blowing, which was terrifying: "You are Ye Qingyun?"

"Huh?" Ye Qingyun was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the person in front of him would know him.

"Since it is, then I challenge you!" Feng Ming glanced at Ye Qingyun lightly, and then said.

"Senior brother, help me kill him!" On the side, Feng Zilang gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Ye Qingyun's eyes stared slightly.

"Stop!"

At this moment, in the stands, a (body shēn) shadow flew like a roc, bringing a low sound of breaking wind.

"Black Elder!" someone exclaimed.

"It's not a martial arts competition of the ninth line, Feng Ming, you are an inner disciple of the Phoenix family, don't you feel ashamed to come to us and say the word martial arts competition to an outer disciple?"

Ye Qingyun was able to defeat Feng Zilang, who had a heavy cultivation in the Heavenly Netherworld, which brought him a great shock.

But he absolutely didn't believe that Ye Qingyun could defeat Feng Ming, who was the fifth level of the Heavenly Netherworld!

After all, the gap between the two in terms of cultivation is too big.

When Feng Ming heard this, he didn't have much reaction, he glanced at Ye Qingyun, and a trace of jealousy appeared in his eyes.

For this trace of jealousy in the latter's eyes, Ye Qingyun felt inexplicably strange.

After thinking about it carefully, there is only one possibility that can be explained clearly.

That's Ye Rou!

He estimated that Ye Rou must have gone to the Phoenix faction to cultivate.

"I'm just curious, how powerful is the incomparably powerful and powerful brother in Rou'er's mouth? Now it seems that this brother's cultivation is only in the eightfold realm of imperial power. After saying this, Feng Ming pulled Feng Zilang away.

Feng Zilang was very unwilling, and shouted in his mouth: "Senior brother, help me kill him!"

It can be seen that his hatred for Ye Qingyun is extremely strong.

"Don't you think your face is not big enough?" Feng Ming glanced at Feng Zilang coldly, and his voice was cold.

Feeling Feng Ming's gaze full of murderous intent, Feng Zilang closed his mouth very obediently, but the hatred for Ye Qingyun in his heart became even stronger.

He came to propose marriage to Xiao Xian'er today, but Ye Qingyun's accident occurred.

Ye Qingyun looked into the distance, the light in his eyes flickered, and then he shouted: "Rou'er, is it also your name?"

Feng Ming, who was about to leave, heard this, and he paused on the spot, turned (shēn), and stared at the white-clothed young man in front of him with a pair of murderous eyes.

When the people around heard this, they all looked at Ye Qingyun with a confused expression.

This guy is too arrogant, right?

Didn't he know who Feng Ming was?

Feng Ming's strength is far higher than Feng Zilang's, and his cultivation is even higher than the fifth level of the Heavenly Netherworld.

Suddenly, he moved.

The shape flickered, like an afterimage flashing away.

The black (desire yù) sword was stunned in place, and before he could react, when he reacted, Feng Ming's (身shēn) shadow had already come to Ye Qingyun (身shēn), and then slapped it with a palm!

Ye Qingyun instinctively threw a punch.

The two fists collided with each other.

Then there was a thud.

Ye Qingyun took a few steps back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

And that Feng Ming was standing in place like a rock, but his hand under the long sleeves was trembling slightly, and he was horrified: "What a lot of brute force." ”

"Presumptuous!" Seeing this scene, Hei (desire yù) Jian hurried over, he regarded Ye Qingyun as the future of the Qinglong faction, if the latter had anything to do (情qíng), he was the sinner of the Qinglong faction.

"I'm fine, Elder Black. Ye Qingyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"This kind of person is not qualified to take me. ”

The overbearing words ((swing dàng) dàng) were like a thunderbolt falling down in the entire sky.

When the people around heard this, their scalps began to tingle.

Feng Ming's face twitched fiercely, and his hands were clenched even harder.

The fact that he couldn't take the other party with that palm just now made him very embarrassed and angry.

He was surprised by Ye Qingyun's strength, the latter seemed to be nothing more than an eightfold cultivation of the Emperor Power Realm on the surface, but the strength he exerted was far higher than that of the Emperor Power Realm.

In essence, the current Ye Qingyun has the strength to fight even if he encounters a martial artist who has two layers of heaven and underworld.

But after all, it is said that the difference between his cultivation and Feng Ming is a full sevenfold, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to defeat the latter.

The power of the Heavenly Netherworld is not for nothing.

"Then come again!" Feng Ming said unconvinced, this time, he would definitely take down Ye Qingyun.

Hearing this, Feng Zilang, who was standing beside him, had a light of excitement in his eyes, and roared in his heart: "Ye Qingyun, I don't believe you can defeat my senior brother!"

"Put!" Elder Black snorted and scolded, "You, a person from the fifth level of the Heavenly Netherworld Realm, want to challenge the person of the eighth level of the Emperor Power Realm?"

"I could fight you! but not now. Suddenly, Ye Qingyun spoke.

These words made the black (desire yù) sword directly stunned in place, looking at Ye Qingyun with an incredible face.

What does this kid want to do?

"It's in the Nine Departments Martial Arts Competition!"

Ye Qingyun knew that the factions were divided into nine major factions.

Every five years, a martial arts tournament of the nine major departments is held.

It has been three years since the last Nine Departments Competition, and there are still two years left for the new Nine Divisions Competition.

Ye Qingyun set a goal to catch up with Feng Ming in two years!

It's simple for him.

"What? Feng Ming who he wants to defeat in the Nine Great Martial Arts Competition? How is this possible? In two years, although he will improve, Feng Ming will also improve!"

"What's going on in this guy's head? I don't understand!"

The people around him thought Ye Qingyun was crazy.

Hei (欲yù) Jian's brows furrowed tightly, and he was about to say something, but at this moment, a clear and confident gaze fell on his (身shēn).

Following this gaze, he found a young man in white with a calm face, and his heart trembled.

He saw a strong confidence in Ye Qingyun's gaze, and immediately, he also nodded.

Not to mention cultivation, if Ye Qingyun can be promoted to the Sword Emperor level in the Sword Dao within two years, then it is really possible to fight against Feng Ming!

"Okay! I'll fulfill you, and I hope that in two years, you won't be too weak, otherwise it won't be interesting. Feng Ming laughed, his eyes were full of contempt, and he was completely disdainful.