"You can actually take my punch, it seems that you have some ability!" After a short period of shock, Yuan Feng calmed down, when he fought against people in the past, the opponent basically couldn't even take one of his moves, because his fighting style was different from others, others had to make a test at the beginning, and then they would really do it, but he used all his strength from the beginning, and those whose strength was much worse than him basically only needed one move to defeat miserably.

And since Fang Feiyang was able to take his punch without losing, it showed that the latter did have some ability. Moreover, Fang Feiyang not only took the power of his punch, but also didn't even move his footsteps, which shows that the latter's strength should be more between him, at least, for so many years, there are only two people who can do this, and that is the two young people who stood with him just now.

"Hehe, although your punch is quite strong, it is far from enough for me. Fang Feiyang smiled faintly.

"Oh, so confident?" Yuan Feng's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he sneered: "In that case, you can take my punch again?"

After speaking, Yuan Feng didn't wait for Fang Feiyang to answer, and above his fist, spiritual power surged. Then, in the shocked gaze of countless people, a whirlwind was formed, centered on his fist, and it kept spinning.

Even on the Jin Clan seat, the two top geniuses who were as famous as Yuan Feng all showed surprised expressions when they saw Yuan Feng actually use such a method.

"I didn't expect Yuan Feng to use the Whirlwind Fist so quickly, it seems that that kid is not simple!" said one of the blue-clothed young men with some surprise.

"Hmph, it's just that Yuan Feng's kid raised it at the beginning. Another brocade-robed young man snorted coldly and said, he was one of the three young men. One of the most powerful. So even for Yuan Feng. He didn't put it in his eyes, naturally, Fang Feiyang didn't put it in his eyes.

Seeing the appearance of the young man in the brocade robe, the young man in blue smiled bitterly, this guy is still as arrogant as ever, but unfortunately, although he is very unhappy to see the latter's arrogance. But there was no way to do it, because he was not the opponent of the brocade-robed youth. Even if he and Yuan Feng join forces, they may not be the opponent of the brocade-robed youth. Sometimes he guessed that the brocade-robed young man might have advanced to the realm of demon gods, otherwise how could he be so powerful?

"Whew!"

When the brocade-robed youth and the blue-clothed youth were talking, on the ring, Yuan Feng had already urged the whirlwind fist to blast at Fang Feiyang.

Looking at this set of martial arts prompted by Yuan Feng, Fang Feiyang's eyes were in his eyes. A flash of surprise flashed that this whirlwind fist was very similar to his previous set of punches. But it's more powerful, and I think it's supposed to be an enhanced version of that boxing technique. If it was before, he would definitely try his best to get Yuan Feng's Whirlwind Fist over, but now, he has long since looked down on this level of martial arts.

Therefore, Fang Feiyang also pretended to be serious, and went all out to meet Yuan Feng's whirlwind fist.

"Bang!" The fists of the two collided in the ring, and between the raging spiritual power, the ring was shattered, especially Yuan Feng's whirlwind fist, which itself caused a very powerful force, and after the confrontation with Fang Feiyang, through the squeezing of the air, the consequences were even more terrifying, and the ring behind Fang Feiyang was almost completely destroyed. And the ring on his own side is just destroyed.

If you only look at it from the outside, this time, Fang Feiyang is obviously at a disadvantage, but only a few people with vicious eyes know that although Fang Feiyang's fist style did not cause such exaggerated damage, Fang Feiyang himself has nothing to do. Compared with him, Yuan Feng's boxing style seems a little flashy.

Of course, the vast majority of elite soldiers could not see this gap, so when the elite soldiers on the Jin clan's side saw such an obvious gap between Fang Feiyang and Yuan Feng, they immediately let out a strong cheer.

Have the people on your side finally pulled back a game?

Even Yuan Feng himself didn't realize the gap between him and Fang Feiyang, and at this time, he was complacent because the damage he caused overwhelmed Fang Feiyang.

On the square, only the elite soldiers of the Fire Clan looked indifferent, because they knew the other party's flying strength best, until the latter was just playing Yuan Feng, so when they saw the people on the Jin Clan's side cheering so happily, they all showed a trace of disdain.

Also feeling funny, there was Fang Feiyang himself, he looked at the elite soldiers of the Jin clan in the audience, and Yuan Feng himself, who looked arrogant, and said with a light smile: "I said, are you too happy too early?"

"Huh?" Yuan Feng, who was about to say something to humiliate Fang Feiyang, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard Fang Feiyang's words, then stared at Fang Feiyang with a sneer, and sneered: "What, you still want to turn the tables?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it. Fang Feiyang smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and in his arm, a dark energy was like a sharp knife wind, transmitted through his fist, directly invading Yuan Feng's arm, causing a burst of destruction.

"Poof!" Ling Yan secretly entered his body, directly causing Yuan Feng to spit out a mouthful of blood, his body kept falling backwards, he looked at Fang Feiyang in disbelief, and shouted, "This is impossible!"

"Hehe, there are many impossible things!" Fang Feiyang smiled lightly, and then his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place.

Yuan Feng's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly stretched out his left hand and slapped it in the right direction, the meridians of his right hand had been abolished by the dark energy just now, and he was no longer able to participate in the battle, and now he could only use his left hand to fight the enemy.

"Bang!" kept clapping his palm, which happened to be imprinted on Yuan Feng's left palm, and the violent power erupted, directly slapping Yuan Feng out.

"Poof!" Yuan Feng spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his body retreated in embarrassment, but in order to withdraw from the battle, he was still holding on at this time, and the moment he was beaten by Fang Feiyang, he forcibly controlled his body and flew backwards, he was already seriously injured, and he had no intention of fighting.

"Isn't it a little too late to leave now?" However, Yuan Feng hadn't flown far before a cold voice sounded in his ears, and as soon as he turned his head, he was desperate to find that Fang Feiyang had already caught up.

"Don't kill me!" Yuan Feng's face finally showed a trace of fear at this time, and there was already a hint of begging for mercy in his tone.

"When you came to the stage just now, you should have thought of this result. Fang Feiyang's voice did not have a trace of emotion, and his palm did not pause in the slightest, unceremoniously imprinted on Yuan Feng's back. (To be continued.) )