Meng Feifei held a woodcutter in both hands, jumped in the air, and rushed towards Murong Li at an extremely fast speed.

Murong Li dodged left and right, constantly dodging Meng Feifei's wood-chopping knife's attacks.

Meng Feifei's body jumped quickly, one in front and one in the back, and the speed of switching was so fast that people didn't dare to blink.

"This man's speed feels like he's about to catch up with you. The little phoenix said, "Could it be that he is also an innate martial artist Huigen?"

"Nope. Jing Ge said: "He is not an innate cultivation, but an acquired cultivation." ”

"Then why did he ......?"

"Pure. It is the purity of his body that ordinary people cannot have, which allows his movements to be so flexible. Jing Ge's gaze stayed on Meng Feifei's body, observing all his every move.

After a while, Jing Ge lightly opened his red lips, and under Xiao Yanhuang's urging, he continued: "A cultivator cultivates a state of mind, and the purer the state of mind, the faster the cultivation speed, and Meng Feifei's current strength is also due to his pure heart. ”

In the world, there are thousands of cultivators, but there are very few or almost no people who can really do it without distractions.

As long as people are human, they will have selfish desires, which will affect the progress of cultivation to a greater or lesser extent.

But on Meng Feifei's body, Jing Ge didn't feel any distractions.

It's like having a meal, some people think about what to do after eating, or some people like to talk while eating.

But Meng Feifei is different, he is the kind of person who eats seriously and eats seriously, without thinking, talking or playing.

Eat when you eat, cultivate when you cultivate, and fight when you fight.

Focus on one thing at a time.

Such efficiency is amazing.

Meng Feifei has been expressionless since he appeared on the stage and has been competing for nearly half a column of incense now.

It's like a person who has lost his seven emotions and six desires.

Meng Feifei turned his wrist, and the woodcutter in his hand quickly slashed towards Murong Li's shoulder blade.

Murong Li dodged away, but when he dodged, the other arm hit the end of Meng Feifei's machete.

The clothes on his shoulders were torn by a machete, and a bloody streak came out.

Murong Li quickly took a few steps back and glanced over his head at the injured area.

Murong Li's expression changed slightly.

Since receiving the guidance of the master, his cultivation speed has become faster and faster, and now he is on par with the crown prince.

Passing all the way, he won too easily.

I thought it would go all the way to the finals.

I never expected to meet a strong opponent at the beginning of the first half of the final.

Such a person draws a white lottery all the way to advance, and the lucky one is not himself, but all the other people who advance.

He's really too strong.

His moves are disorganized, making people untraceable, and people dare not take them lightly.

Every dodge was consuming Murong Li's physical strength.

Murong Li was already a little exhausted, and his forehead began to sweat.

However, Meng Feifei, who was standing opposite him, was dry and didn't seem to be at full strength.

Can't beat it.

This is Murong Li's accurate judgment of himself.

After the previous tricks, Murong Li understood that if he continued to hold on, he would definitely lose, and he might also be seriously injured.

It wasn't what he wanted.

What he wants is to defeat the crown prince in front of all the ministers and monks who are famous in the Xuanyue country in the Qingyun competition, so that everyone can see clearly that he is the most suitable person to become the next emperor.

"I throw in the towel. Murong Li threw away the weapon in his hand and raised his hand.