Looking at the competition between the students in front of him, Ye Feng found that no matter how strong these freshmen of the same class were, everyone had their own strengths, and some freshmen who originally thought that it was impossible to win finally succeeded in counterattacking and entered the second round of the competition.

After a short break, the second round of the competition began, and Ye Feng's opponent in this round was a freshman whose strength had reached a six-star spirit master, named Yun Fei.

"Ye Feng, I admit that you are very strong, but when you meet me, your miracle will end here. After stepping onto the test platform, Yun Fei sneered.

Ye Feng said expressionlessly: "Come on!"

"Good!"

As soon as Yun Fei's voice fell, he had already taken out the sword, only to see his long sword slash down, and the spiritual power in the veins was poured into the sword body, causing a whirring wind.

In the face of this sword, Ye Feng did not mess up at all, his indifferent expression revealed infinite confidence, although Yun Fei's sudden attack could be taken by surprise, but in Ye Feng's eyes, he couldn't let himself be defeated, but this sword Ye Feng also had to deal with it carefully, spiritual power is Ye Feng's biggest deficiency now, and it is still quite difficult to take this sword hard.

Almost at the same time that this sword was about to slash Ye Feng, Ye Feng took out the sword, moved lightly to the left, and the spirit sword in his hand gently picked it up to the right along the momentum, which made Yun Fei's inevitable sword lose the momentum to move forward, and the spiritual power attached to it lost its support like a rootless tree, and it no longer had its previous power.

The short confrontation made Yun Fei discover the subtlety of Ye Feng's swordsmanship, but the same proud son of heaven who stood out from the countless young spiritual cultivators in the empire, Yun Fei had his own pride, he didn't allow himself to be defeated like this, a sword could not succeed, the twelve tricks of the Huanhua sword technique were like flowing water, endlessly, one move after another, not giving Ye Feng the slightest power to counterattack.

Yun Fei is now relying on his own cultivation to be higher than Ye Feng, and his spiritual power is stronger than Ye Feng, so he can use such a desperate offensive method, such a situation in the eyes of everyone outside the court, if Ye Feng can survive Yun Fei's twelve tricks of Huanhua Sword Technique, it will be possible to stage a miracle again and defeat Yun Fei, which Yun Fei also knows, but he has already used the Huanhua Sword Technique to the seventh move, but he has never been able to force Ye Feng to use his spiritual power to fight hard, every time Ye Feng can just see the weakness in his moves, just a simple dial, picking, and stabbing, you can turn danger into a disaster, and make yourself powerful and have nowhere to go.

If it weren't for the fact that Ye Feng went to the medicine garden every day during this time, begging for guidance from the old man on fire, facing an opponent like Yunfei, Ye Feng would not be able to win the battle unless his hole cards were exhausted.

"The twelfth style of the Huanhua Sword Technique, flowers are all over the world!" When he had already used the Huanhua Sword Technique to the last move, Yun Fei roared, and all the spiritual power in his body poured into this move.

In the face of this sword, Ye Feng also showed surprise, it was worthy of a blue-level high-level exercise, this last style was unfolded in Yun Fei's hands, and there was already a little artistic conception of a yellow-level exercise, but this was not enough, without any fancy sword rung, the spirit sword pointed directly at the weakness of Yun Fei's long sword, "bang", the two swords collided, Ye Feng took a step back slightly, this step was no more, no less, just avoiding the scope of Yun Fei's last move's spiritual power.

After the twelve tricks of the Huanhua Sword Technique were cast, with Yun Fei's spiritual power accumulation, it was also slightly weak, and he took a few breaths one after another, but the result was unimaginable, Ye Feng was defeated, and he didn't even use his spiritual power.

"Next, it's my turn!"

Ye Feng's sword was still plain, but it was replaced with an active attack, but it was such a sword, but in Yun Fei's eyes, it was amazing and gorgeous, and he couldn't capture the trajectory of Ye Feng's sword.

Withdraw!

This is the most suitable countermeasure that Yun Fei can think of now, but all this seems to be very unwise in Ye Feng's eyes, because this allows Ye Feng to continue to attack, without worrying about Yun Fei's counterattack.

Huo Lao's guidance to Ye Feng during this time was not just talking, this was a Spirit Emperor's lifelong experience, although Huo Bo only taught Ye Feng to simply pick, stab, and dial, and did not teach orthodox swordsmanship, but Ye Feng was so simple to stab, so that Yun Fei's face changed greatly when he chose to retreat, this sword let it be like a fire, shining in all directions, so that Yun Fei could not retreat, and there was no way to avoid it.

Yun Fei's performance made it hard for the spectators to believe that a six-star spirit master had been forced to retreat to the edge of the competition platform by an ordinary sword of a seven-star spirit warrior, and he didn't dare to resist with a sword at all, which was simply a naked humiliation.

Seeing that Yun Fei had retreated to the edge, Ye Feng didn't want to waste time, as soon as the spirit sword changed, it changed from a thorn to a pick, and with a slight pick, the long sword in Yun Fei's hand was picked up by Ye Feng like this, and at the same time, the sword body smashed into Yun Fei's chest, knocking Yun Fei off the stage.

Another victory.

Ye Feng put away his sword and returned to his seat indifferently, as if he didn't regard defeating Yun Fei as a great thing, as if it was just a very ordinary thing, and it was not worth being happy about.

"Ning Hao, have you seen Ye Feng's swordsmanship just now, what level of exercise is this?" asked Liu Qing, who was also a first-level student.

After bowing his head and pondering for a moment, Ning Hao said quite solemnly: "I haven't seen it, it shouldn't be lower than the Yellow Level High-level Exercises!"

"You mean to say... Purple-level exercises?" After saying this, Liu Qing couldn't help but gasp, you must know that purple-level exercises are something that the Heavenly Phoenix Empire has never had.

"Purple level, it shouldn't have reached it yet, but if he meets me, I will let him know that no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, under the gap in absolute strength, there will be no place!" Ning Hao said confidently.

Ye Feng's victory also made most of the second-level students full of vigilance, even if Yun Fei's strength was not the strongest among the second-level students, he could still rank among the top three, Ye Feng could defeat Yun Fei, then he could also defeat them.

"Not bad, not bad, a good seedling!" The vice president who was sitting at the top of the stand looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile.

"It's really good, being able to easily defeat Yun Fei of a six-star spirit master with the strength of a seven-star spirit master, this Ye Feng is really exciting!" I don't know when, the three pavilion elders also came to the vice president's side, and Ye Feng's battle just now was also in their eyes.

"Hehe, haven't you noticed that this kid's swordsmanship seems to have been instructed by that person?"

When the three pavilion elders heard what the vice president said, they showed a suddenly realized expression, and with the guidance of the medicine garden, then Ye Feng's victory was a matter of course.