Suddenly, the surrounding teenagers all looked at Ye Shaoyang. He is now a celebrity, and all the participating teenagers present want to injure him to get Li Chen's reward. Even the referee on the side looked at Ye Shaoyang a few more times.

However, the referee didn't know whether Feng Sanbao could defeat the true disciple of this sect master, but just looking at Ye Shaoyang's majestic appearance, he seemed to be full of confidence in himself.

Li Chen, who was standing in the distance and watching, was full of smiles on his face at this time, quite complacent about his plan.

At this time, the young man named Feng Sanbao walked up to the competition platform with an excited face. I saw that he was burly, the muscles on his body were very tight, and his dark eyes were shining with a hot gaze.

"I didn't expect to pick up a big bargain for Feng Sanbao! His strength has reached the Formation Sect's Mahayana near-consummation, and a pair of iron palms are almost invincible!" A disciple looked at Feng Sanbao's back and looked very excited.

"Cleansing Pill, that's a good thing! As long as Ye Shaoyang is injured, you can get it, why don't I have this kind of good luck!" The young people who were watching on the side began to discuss, their eyes were full of jealousy and envy, and they were all thinking about the people on the stage, if it was replaced by themselves, how good it would be!

"Are you Ye Shaoyang? As long as you are injured, you can be exchanged for a myelin cleansing pill! I think you are still tied up and will be beaten by me a few times! Otherwise, don't blame me for not being able to hold back and beat you to death!"

Feng Sanbao looked at Ye Shaoyang eagerly, and said very arrogantly and provocatively.

"Yes, if you really have the ability to kill me with one palm, count me as losing!" Ye Shaoyang looked at Feng Sanbao coldly, and his eyes couldn't help but be angry.

"I didn't expect you to be so crazy, let me come and see your ability as a true disciple of the sect master, I can tell you, I am now the consummation of the Formation Sect, don't come out to show ugliness in the middle of your Formation Sect, and admit defeat as soon as possible!" Feng Sanbao said unreasonably at Ye Shaoyang with contempt.

"I could have kicked you out a long time ago when you had time to speak!" Ye Shaoyang said coldly.

"Okay, then you watch, don't run down by yourself hahaha, haha!" Feng Sanbao laughed.

"Don't you know who gave you the courage and strength?" Ye Shaoyang was speechless.

I saw that his feet were staggered back and forth, and he made a standard gesture. Immediately after, both palms volleyed forward.

"Bang, bang, bang"

A pair of iron palms quickly cut through the air, making a burst of wind-breaking sound. The strong palm wind, the tiger and the tiger, blew Ye Shaoyang's hair scattered and floated up.

After a few slaps, Feng Sanbao looked at Ye Shaoyang with a proud face, wanting Ye Shaoyang to know the difference in strength between the two and give Ye Shaoyang a dismount.

However, what Feng Sanbao didn't expect was that Ye Shaoyang snorted disdainfully.

"This is your own strength, this is your confidence, in my opinion, it is really weak and powerless" Ye Shaoyang really can't take Feng Sanbao's tricks in his eyes, it may be that he has reached the Formation Emperor and cultivated the mental method of Shangcheng, Feng Sanbao's tricks are really no different from Huaquan embroidered legs in his eyes.

As soon as Ye Shaoyang's words came out, not only Feng Sanbao's face changed greatly, but even the faces of the onlookers next to him sank, causing an uproar.

In their opinion, Feng Sanbao was already the strength of the Mahayana of the Formation Sect, and the volley just now had reached the peak of internal strength and external release, and the power could almost reach the random blow of the Formation Emperor. And Ye Shaoyang actually said that people's fists are weak and weak, is your fist sonorous and powerful!

"Give this guy who doesn't know how thick the sky is thick to see a little color!"

"Don't save face for us, let him see the power of your iron fist!" The surrounding teenagers all looked at Ye Shaoyang with the same hatred at this moment.

Only the people below were silently worried about Ye Shaoyang.

"Senior Brother Gao, what should I do, I have learned Feng Sanbao's tricks before and was knocked down with a palm, Senior Brother Ye is afraid that he will not be able to escape his doom!"

"It's not that we have to believe Senior Brother Ye!" Although Gao Yuan said this, he was still worried about Ye Shaoyang in his heart.

"Boy, you brought this on yourself!"

Feng Sanbao shouted angrily and rushed up.

His skills have reached the Mahayana Formation Sect near consummation, whether it is speed or body shape, they are extremely fast and sharp, a pair of iron palms are even more powerful, if the average opponent of the same level is slapped by his iron palm, he will break a few ribs, and vomit blood on the spot and die.

But Ye Shaoyang was not an ordinary opponent of the same level, at this time, Feng Sanbao was like a monkey performance in the eyes of Ye Shaoyang, who had already broken through to the Formation Emperor Realm, and there was no threat at all.

I saw Ye Shaoyang carrying his hands behind his back, his feet flashing again and again, and he easily dodged Feng Sanbao's attack completely, and he didn't even use it when he stepped on the snow to find plums. After more than a dozen rounds, Feng Sanbao was out of breath after him, but he didn't even touch a corner of Ye Shaoyang's clothes.

At this moment, Feng Sanbao's face was hideous, and he almost used all his strength. The whirring palm wind blew the faces of the people around him.

At this moment, Ye Shaoyang, who had not made a move, saw that Feng Sanbao had been making a heavy hand, and couldn't help but snort coldly, and suddenly raised a kick, and slashed down from the top of Feng Sanbao's head like a bamboo.

"Let's be the first to try the power of my kick!"

Feng Sanbao was taken aback, and held the iron palm in front of him, trying to resist Ye Shaoyang's kick.

However, Ye Shaoyang, who had already broken through to the Array Emperor Realm, although he only used two percent of his strength, his strength was also incomparable to Feng Sanbao.

"Plop", a seemingly simple kick, but Feng Sanbao fell to his knees with a bang, and his entire body was completely smashed to the ground by Ye Shaoyang's kick.

Feng Sanbao's face left a clear bloody footprint, and the bridge of his nose was directly crushed.

This is still the result of Ye Shaoyang's mercy.

Otherwise, with Ye Shaoyang's strength, it was enough to kick Feng Sanbao's head into meat sauce.

"Ye Shaoyang, win!"

The referee on the side immediately announced loudly.

"Win?"

"So fast, it's like playing monkey, Feng Sanbao's strength shouldn't be like this, how is it possible!" The teenagers on the sidelines looked at the ring in amazement, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

Li Chen, who was standing in the distance, was even more stunned on the spot. Originally, he thought that Ye Shaoyang would be repaired by Feng Sanbao.

However, the result was that Ye Shaoyang just kicked Feng Sanbao to the ground.

"This Feng Sanbao is also considered to be very strong among the inner disciples, but he can't even take Ye Shaoyang's kick, fortunately, I didn't count on them in the first place, Zheng Linmao, who took the Myelin Cleansing Pill, should be able to defeat Ye Shaoyang!"

Li Chen's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed, he didn't expect Ye Shaoyang not only to win, but also to win so easily, Li Chen stood there alone and muttered: "It's really not easy, but the more powerful it is, the more interesting it is!"

Ye Shaoyang glanced at Feng Sanbao, who was still lying in the ring, and walked off the ring with a calm face, fortunately he had already left his hand, otherwise Feng Sanbao would not have just passed out in a coma, and if he didn't keep his hand, he would definitely pay the price of his life!

Most of the young people around him had the strength of the martial arts eightfold, and the fight between Ye Shaoyang and Feng Sanbao just now was completely watched by them, Ye Shaoyang's kick did not have any skills, it was completely just a crushing of strength.

"This Feng Sanbao is too weak, he can't even take that kid's kick!"

"It seems that the myelin cleansing pill is not very easy to take, this Ye Shaoyang's strength should not be underestimated!" The competition continued, but because Ye Shaoyang's kick was too shocking, the young man who was still eager to try it couldn't help muttering in his heart, and his eyes when he looked at Ye Shaoyang also changed a little.

At this time, they remembered that Ye Shaoyang was a true disciple of the sect master.

"No. 10 Wutai! Ye Shaoyang, Hezhushan!" the referee's voice continued to sound.

As soon as the referee's words fell, suddenly from the crowd, a long howl, accompanied by a black shadow, jumped directly into the ring with a slight leap.

"In Xiahe Zhushan, I am here to challenge you!"

I saw a fully armed young man, extremely handsome, eyebrows like a sword, soaring into the air, extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, gently and skillfully landed on the competition platform.

"Okay, I don't mind who will send them to death. Ye Shaoyang squinted his eyes, after the battle just now, this Hezhushan was fearless and high-spirited. It seems that he should be very confident in his own strength.

"I won't stop when the fight starts!" Ye Shaoyang said as he walked towards the competition platform. This time, Ye Shaoyang had already made up his mind to use thunder to deter everyone.

"Hmph, Senior Brother Ye, be careful of yourself!" After hearing Ye Shaoyang's words, He Zhushan snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly.

Ye Shaoyang's kick just now was powerful, but he didn't use any martial arts and spiritual power. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a little faster and a little more powerful, and Feng Sanbao's strength is indeed not very good.

Feng Sanbao competed with himself before, and he was defeated within twenty moves.

But how could he not think about it, but Ye Shaoyang defeated Feng Sanbao with just one move.

Although Ye Shaoyang defeated Feng Sanbao cleanly just now. However, as the Mahayana of the Formation Sect, Hezhu Mountain is still full of confidence.

"Senior Brother He, give him a little color!"

"Maybe that kick just now was luck?" just then the disciples below began to shout again.

"Don't think that if I defeat Feng Sanbao, I will be afraid of you, my Hezhushan is not a soft persimmon!" He Zhushan, who was standing on the competition platform, was encouraged by the young people, and his fighting spirit became even more high.

"I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin!"

Ye Shaoyang looked at He Zhushan with solemn eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I didn't expect that after seeing the battle just now, these people would attribute the reason for the victory to Feng Sanbao's lack of strength. Even, some people think that it is too lucky! Why don't you want to think about changing yourself at that time, maybe it is the sorrow of those who are weak!

They will never admit that they are weak, and that it is the sorrow of a monk.

Glancing at He Zhushan coldly, Ye Shaoyang stood on the competition platform with a cold face.

"Come on, let's do it!" Ye Shaoyang didn't have any expression on his face, just stood in the center of the competition platform.