Wang Ling didn't want to lose face in front of Bai Pianpian and Ouyang Lingji.

So he pretended to be calm.

Yang Feng didn't care, but in fact, he had already begun to pay attention to the guy in front of him called Wang Ling.

Wang Ling was dressed in a black dragon robe, with a proud look on his face.

His voice fell, followed by a punch.

In Yang Feng's previous battle, he said that he was disdainful, but in fact, he had been thinking about it secretly.

He came up with a rule, that is, Yang Feng could not be given a chance to breathe.

It is necessary to use a fierce offensive to force Yang Feng to mess up.

You must not give Yang Feng a free hand to perform those weird martial arts.

"Hand-to-hand combat? As you wish!"

Yang Feng knew that Xiao Jiujiu in Wang Ling's heart, wasn't he afraid that he would use means other than his physical body?

It was Yang Feng who boasted, even if the other party was one level higher than him, he could only barely suppress him, and this was still under the blessing of the Holy Body state.

Otherwise, the self-proclaimed royal tomb of the same level has no chance.

In the face of the opponent's oncoming punch, Yang Feng was not afraid, and also returned the punch.

The two of them fought to the flesh, which caused many disciples to have surging blood in their chests.

"Hand-to-hand combat? It's been a long time since I've seen such an exciting battle scene."

"It is estimated that Wang Ling is also worried that Yang Feng will perform martial arts other than the physical body."

"Unexpectedly, Yang Feng unknowingly has come to a worrying point."

Many disciples actually began to worry about Yang Feng?

This feeling is not even aware of themselves.

"The real show begins!"

Bai Pianpian whispered.

Wang Ling has been with her childhood sweetheart since she was a child, and she couldn't be clearer about the other party's thoughts on her.

and Wang Ling's character, all of which were clearly touched by Bai Pianpian.

"Although this Wang Ling's daily life is that of a second ancestor, there has never been any ambiguity in the refining body, Yang Feng is against him, I am afraid that there will be more losses and fewer wins."

Even though Yang Feng had no defeat before, in Ouyang Lingji's heart, Yang Feng's shortcomings were obvious, and now Wang Ling seized this point and attacked fiercely, Yang Feng was absolutely unable to parry.

In this way, under the attention of everyone, Yang Feng and Wang Ling fought nearly 200 moves, and both sides were injured.

Yang Feng's flesh body in the Holy Realm, in the previous Great Xia Xing, may be regarded as the first person in the flesh.

But now, on this mortal star in the Spirit Realm, the physical body he was most proud of had become his shortcoming.

Wang Ling just grasped that he did not have the rudimentary form of the Holy Body and his own advantage in the physical realm, so he would launch a stormy attack on Yang Feng.

But after fighting two hundred moves, Wang Ling was shocked, his physical strength was consumed, and even there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

And although the corners of Yang Feng's mouth and arms are painted, they are only skin injuries, and the most important thing is.

Yang Feng has been fighting with himself for so long, without the slightest sense of exhaustion.

There is a faint momentum that the more you fight, the more courageous you are.

Wang Ling didn't know if this was his delusion, but he understood one thing, that is, he couldn't continue to drag on, and he had to fight quickly.

"Dragon Sacred Body! P.S.

The robes on the upper half of the king's body were torn.

Black scales, born from flesh and blood, attached to the naked upper body of the king's tomb.

In Wang Ling's dark black pupils, there was a flame beating.

"The prototype of the Jiaolong Holy Body, this is a spiritual level Holy Body, even if you look at the northern realm, it is also a Holy Body that can be ranked, and it is rumored that this Holy Body is a great achievement, and the physical body is comparable to the body of a real dragon."

"Yang Feng is still indifferent, is it really like Senior Brother Lu said, Yang Feng's holy body has been abolished?"

Many disciples around the battle platform looked at Yang Feng with a sense of loss, and even some of them had a little banter in their eyes.

The battle between the physiques,

After all, it can only be ended by the Eucharist.

"Yang Feng, are you really as they say, don't have a rudimentary form of the Holy Body?"

Ouyang Lingji sighed infinitely in her heart.

Like Yang Feng, the physical body has been forged after thousands of tempers, even if it is just an acquired holy body, the future is full of infinite possibilities, but unfortunately there is no if.

One of the thresholds for entering the Holy Realm is to take the rudimentary form of the Holy Communion and completely cultivate it into a true Holy Body.

Using the Eucharist as a medium to step into a higher physical realm.

And Yang Feng, who does not have the prototype of the Holy Body, no matter how hard he tries in this body, he can only stop at the ninth order of the Holy Realm, and he will not be able to truly live in the Holy Realm for the rest of his life.

"Miss, Yang Feng him, is he going to be defeated?"

Qingzhu beside Bai Pianpian, I don't know when, her attitude towards Yang Feng has improved, and she doesn't want Yang Feng to lose to Wang Ling from the bottom of her heart.

"Perhaps!"

Bai Pianpian didn't give an accurate answer.

"Senior Sister Shadow, it seems that you don't need the third level to test, and he doesn't have a rudimentary body of the Holy Body."

"Wang Ling, this kid, has cultivated hard all these years, and he hasn't wasted his talent as a dragon holy body."

"O Holy Body! In the future, he will be the next Sect Master of the Barbarian Sect."

Elder Zhu and Elder Liu, when they saw Wang Ling casting the Jiaolong Holy Body, they knew that the victory and defeat had been divided.

Yang Feng, who did not have the rudiments of the Holy Body, was destined to be trampled underfoot.

The phantom also seemed to be disappointed in Yang Feng this time, and surprisingly did not refute it.

Without Holy Communion, there is limited future achievement.

Since the achievement is limited, it is also lost, and she spends her time trying to win over the value.

In the crowd, Zhang Yifan stared deadly, in the center of the battle platform, Yang Feng, who was always unfazed.

He always believed that this man would work miracles like before.

"Are they taking pity on me?"

Yang Feng's gaze swept lightly over the people around him.

Eventually, his eyes fell on Wang Ling.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

The Eucharist of the Dragon?

Rumble!

Wang Ling's body shape is matched with his body speed, which is extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Feng's body.

And the aura around Yang Feng's body changed.

Spirit!

The spiritual realm, the spiritual essence cultivated by the monks, is gathering at an incredible speed, like Yang Feng.

To be precise, it was towards the three-foot long sword in Yang Feng's hand.

Nine Pole Sword, Spirit Pole, Spirit Swallowing Formula!

Plunder the Heaven and Earth Spirits, then unleash a powerful attack.

Swallow the sky, swallow the earth, swallow the spirit!

Rumble!

Wang Ling took a fist covered with fine black scales and landed on Yang Feng's chest.

There was a violent crashing sound.

With a sword in both hands, Yang Feng, who gathered the essence of heaven and earth, couldn't dodge it at all.

Resisting Wang Ling's punch, he leaned back, only to feel a surge of qi and blood in his chest.

It took a dozen steps backwards to stop his figure.

The body trembled, but the Nine Extremes Sword in his hand still gathered the essence of heaven and earth.

"Yang Feng, this punch is not comfortable, right? Stop struggling, there's no way I'm going to give you a chance."

Wang Ling's second punch fell.

With the blessing of the Jiaolong Holy Body, the current physical strength is not weaker than that of a powerhouse of the sixth order of the Holy Realm.

The power of his punch, even Yang Feng was beaten to the point of spitting blood.

"Tsk! It is worthy of a spiritual level holy body, and it is really terrifying!"

"Hey! There is no rudimentary form of the Eucharist, and relying on external objects is a side-door after all."

Many people looked at Yang Feng gloatingly, hoping to see fear, fear, and horror on Yang Feng's face, maybe this is the person, they once showed such a state in front of Yang Feng.

Today, I am eager to find it back from Yang Feng in another way.

It's a pity that they didn't see them from Yang Feng's face

The imaginary expression, not the slightest.

Yang Feng's face always had a touch of blandness.

You can't see the depth.

"It's all hurt like this, and it's still holding on? It is true that you must die to save face and suffer sin."

The person who knelt in humiliation in front of Yang Cover before mocked mercilessly.

Wang Ling, move his body again

Towards the position of Yang Feng's heart.

One hit kills!

If you dare to touch the woman he fancies, then you must be conscious of death.

Rumble!

With the sound of breaking the air, the fist sounded.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Feng's side.

At this time, Yang Feng's placket was stained dark with blood.

He didn't have any panic, and the Nine Extremes Sword in his hand changed.

Soul Swallowing Formula!

Divided into, Soul Attraction, Spirit Devourer, Undead, and Spirit Extermination!

The four realms are based on the amount of heaven and earth spirit essence absorbed to reach the corresponding realm.

Yang Feng's spirit swallowing recipe has reached the level of spirit attraction.

"Spirit, Explosion!"

Yang Feng didn't even look at the location of the king's tomb, so he waved out a layer of the spirit devouring technique to attract spirits.

The spirit essence here is only enough for him to reach this level.

"Why? The surrounding spirits will become so thin?"

Elder Zhu, realize something.

Then there was a scream.

"Not good! Stop it!"

Spirit Devouring Technique, even if it is only the Spirit Attraction Stage, it is enough to blow up and become a physical powerhouse of the eighth order of the Holy Realm.

When Wang Ling saw Yang Feng, who swung out a sword and quickly withdrew from the battlefield, a trace of inexplicability flashed in his eyes.

"Huh? What's that?"

Spirit!

The gentle Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence actually became extremely manic at this time.

"What kind of tricks did he use?"

Ouyang Lingji looked at Yang Feng, who had withdrawn from the battlefield and calmly dealt with the wounds on his body, and was amazed.

"Yang Feng, what is your origin?"

Bai Pianpian checked Yang Feng's details and knew that the other party had flown up from the inferior star field, but she didn't believe it at all.

Not to mention the inferior star field, it is she, a person with the title of the first day of the northern realm, if she really fights with Yang Feng for her life, it is estimated that the best situation is four or six open.

She is four, Yang Feng is six.

Physical cultivation, sword cultivation, and now spirituality.

It's as if I just met Yang Feng today.

"Look, where is the king's tomb?"

"Someone looks like it."

Rumble!

Rumble!

The infinitely compressed Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence finally reached its critical point, and under the urging of Yang Feng's Nine Extreme Sword, it automatically exploded.

Elder Zhu, Elder Liu, Phantom.

The three elders who were watching the battle shot in unison.

The violent explosion frightened everyone, and they all cast frightened eyes at Yang Feng.

It's hard to believe that this green-shirted monk in front of him, under his thin body, has so many means hidden.

Lu Feng, looking at the place of the explosion, frowned very tightly, because this wave of energy had already made him feel a strong threat.

In such an energy field, he will not end well.

The expression on Bai Pianpin's face froze.

Lu Feng frowned, it could be seen that the movement made by Yang Feng this time had already threatened the official disciple of this Barbarian Sect.

"Interesting! Interesting! What's your name?"

A person who could only see two emerald eyes walked up to Yang Feng's side, stretched out his tender little hand, and grabbed the corner of Yang Feng's clothes.

"Who are you?"

Yang Feng's eyes showed a thick look of vigilance.

The other party was able to hide his perception and walk to his side, this is because the other party has no ill intentions, but what if next time, he will be killed?

He must put an end to this hidden danger and figure out what the person in front of him is

What is the identity?

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill will."

Inside the wide robe, there was a glutinous sound.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost for me!"

After speaking, Yang Feng was about to grab the other party's wide robe.

As a result, the opponent dodged at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

Yang Feng didn't believe this evil, and cast a stunning dragon step, chasing after him, and was surprised to find that the other party's speed was not under his stunning dragon step.

And every time he can predict in advance, his next move.

"Who is under the black robe?"

"The two of them are so fast."

"I feel that no matter how Yang Feng accelerates, the other party can get rid of Yang Feng."

Everyone was amazed and couldn't help but sigh secretly, this year's selection of outer disciples is really strict, and demons are frequent.

First a Yang Feng, then the pearl of the Ouyang family in the south, and now there is a mysterious person.

"Miss, is it him?"

"Hmm."

Bai Pianpian just whispered.

Ouyang Lingji, seeing this, was quite interested in watching the two compete in the method.

Yang Feng gradually realized that something was wrong, the person in front of him was like a fog, and he couldn't perceive it when he used the power of his divine soul.

And in the eyes of the other party, he seems to be transparent.

Even every move and every style is predetermined.

Yang Feng paused.

"Why did you give up?"

And in the process of the two of them competing for the method, four figures finally appeared on Wang Ling's side.

Among them, Wang Ling was the most embarrassed, with hideous wounds on his body, and his whole body was full of shocking wounds.

"Whew! Fortunately, we intervened in time, otherwise his Eucharist would not have been saved."

Only Wang Ling himself knew that he had really walked away from the ghost gate just now.

He couldn't easily use the Holy Body for a while, and if it wasn't for the timely action of several elders this time, his Holy Body would definitely be useless Thinking of this, he looked at Yang Feng with a resentful face.

But when he saw the body cultivator with emerald green gem eyes beside Yang Feng.

The expression could no longer remain calm.

Kill the gods!

A killing god who truly carved out a way out of the Shura Hell.

When he entered the Barbarian Sect, he was personally warned by the patriarch of the clan not to provoke this person.

When he met him, he had to take a detour, and he didn't take it to heart at first, until he really met him, he didn't know the horror of the other party.

"Yang Feng ...... you"

When did that little ancestor come?.

"Old man Liu, what are you looking at?"

Under the wide robe, a defiant voice sounded.

And Yang Feng also noticed the embarrassed Wang Ling at this time, as well as the three people around Wang Ling.

Two of them are raunchy old men, and the remaining one is a beautiful woman with thousands of charms, which is very seductive.

With a bumpy figure, perfect exquisite curves, and full double peaks, I can see many male disciples, revealing the appearance of a pig brother.

And Yang Feng, who has always thought that he is immune to beauties, couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Ahem! Xiao Xuan, why do you have time to come here?"

"You want to take care of it? Where do you like to go?"

Hearing the voice under the black robe, many disciples were confused.