Ye Feng's eyes froze, the essence of light in his eyes burst out, and a small air vortex appeared under his feet in an instant, the vortex rotated slightly, and Ye Feng's figure had disappeared in place.

In just thirty zhang distance, Ye Feng rushed to the three zhang in front of the demonic young man in a flash, his right fist clenched, and the golden light on his fist flashed, condensing into a golden fist that exuded a sharp and violent aura.

"Broken Gold Fist!"

With a loud shout, Ye Feng's right fist suddenly swung out, and he bombarded out with a punch at the demonic youth.

The golden fist tore through the air, and slammed into the cheek of the demonic youth with a terrifying sound.

Looking at Ye Feng, who appeared in front of him in a flash, the demonic young man's pupils shrank slightly, and he sneered: "Yo! The speed of a beginner martial spirit is also okay!"

Seeing the sharp and furious golden fist continue to expand, the demonic young man's eyes suddenly widened, and the folding fan in his hand was closed, and his figure disappeared in place with a slight flash.

Boom! Ye Feng's eyes froze, and when the golden fist was about to touch the demonic youth, his figure disappeared in place in a strange flash, and the powerful broken gold fist suddenly struck into the air.

With a punch in the air, Ye Feng did not panic, the whirlpool on the soles of his feet rotated slightly, and his body turned over in an instant.

At this time, the demonic young man had just appeared behind Ye Feng, his left hand stretched out, a faint fighting spirit lingered, and the blue light bloomed on his left hand, quickly forming a blue evil wolf, the evil wolf grinned, lifelike, and a strong aura emanated, making the Qingyunmen disciples below all frightened.

"Ground-level low-level martial arts, Evil Wolf Fist!"

The demonic youth suddenly shouted, his left hand quickly blasted out, and the blue wolf quickly pounced out of his left hand, magnifying in the air to form a three-zhang long wolf, the evil wolf jumped in the air, opened its big mouth, and quickly bit towards Ye Feng's head.

As soon as Ye Feng turned around, the blue light flashed in front of him, and the huge evil wolf almost jumped in front of him, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink: "Ground-level martial arts!"

With a cold snort, Ye Feng raised his right hand again, the shining golden light on his fist lit up, his muscles contracted, his whole body strength exploded, condensed on his right hand, and smashed the vicious wolf in front of him with a mighty punch.

The golden fist slammed into the wolf's head, making a terrifying explosion, and a super strong wind overflowed, blowing up the smoke and dust in the arena.

Kicking and kicking, in the smoke and dust, Ye Feng snorted, a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his figure couldn't help but take three or four steps back before he stood firm.

Yes!

The surrounding Qingyun Sect disciples exclaimed one after another.

"Impossible! The strength of the Seventh Overlord is extremely strong! How can a Promoted Beginner-Rank Martial Spirit be no match for a Middle-Rank Martial Spirit?" a disciple said in surprise.

"Well, I just saw the Seventh Overlord kill a fourth-order high-level power-type demonic beast in the Demonic Beast Pavilion a few days ago, how could he be at a disadvantage against this despicable guy?" said another disciple incredulously.

"That Evil Wolf Fist is an earth-level martial art!And that despicable guy is a middle-level martial spirit, the seventh overlord is already injured, and his strength can't be exerted, plus the power of the martial arts is at a disadvantage, it is reasonable to be defeated!" a disciple said thoughtfully.

The rest of the disciples suddenly realized, and they all watched the battle on the field closely.

Sisi stood at the foot of the arena, looking at the competition without blinking, her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the demonic young man stood firmly in place, with a cruel smile on his face: "How can a mere beginner-level martial spirit be my opponent?"

Ye Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a faint smile: "It is worthy of being the young master of the Lu family!"

"Hahaha!" The demonic young man laughed proudly: "If you want to give in now, it's too late!"

"Did I say I want to be soft?" Ye Feng smiled faintly, very surprised.

"You!" The demonic young man choked suddenly, and said angrily: "You dare to tease Young Master Ben!"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched, a faint smile appeared on his face, he no longer spoke, his hands flashed rapidly, and one by one the complicated handprints quickly changed in the air, the phantoms flashed, and there seemed to be more than a dozen hands in the air.

"What handprint!?" The Qingyun Sect disciples all looked at Ye Feng suspiciously.

The demonic young man sneered: "Everything is in my control, I'll see what tricks you can come up with." ”

A series of tedious and complicated handprints flashed in the air, and finally Ye Feng's palms suddenly struck together, and as the sound slowly dissipated, a faint golden light quickly appeared on Ye Feng's hands, and then the golden light quickly covered the part in front of Ye Feng's elbow, and the faint golden light quickly condensed to form a small golden triangle.

The golden triangles finally joined together flawlessly, covering the surface of Ye Feng's hands, like a pair of arm guards.

Ye Feng stretched out his arm, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"What's it!?" The demonic young man's eyes widened, and he looked at the golden scale arm guard that appeared in Ye Feng's hand out of thin air.

Not only was the demonic youth puzzled, but all the Qingyun Sect disciples looked at each other in amazement, all of them looking at the golden triangle covered by Ye Feng's hand.

At the moment when the golden triangle just appeared, the pupils of the old man in mid-air suddenly contracted violently, and he exclaimed, "Dragon God Change!"

It's not just the old man who is so out of shape, it's Yu Longxiang, Lu Zhenqun and Yu Tenghuan all widened their eyes and looked at Ye Feng in shock.

Lu Zhenqun stroked the white beard over and over again, his eyes looked at Ye Feng in a daze, and he couldn't stop touching the white beard's hand, squirming his lips and constantly muttering: "The dragon god has changed! The dragon god has changed ......."

Suddenly, the old man shouted: "Young master, let's go back! Don't fight this battle!"

The demonic young man was stunned for a moment, and said with a cruel smile: "Teacher, it won't be long, wait until I break this guy's arm and leave!"

The old man was in a hurry, and was about to speak, when the three figures flashed at the same time, presenting a triangle to oppress the old man in it, and the powerful momentum exuded from the three parties made the space stagnate slightly.

Yu Tenghuan laughed and said, "Since the war has started, what's the point of watching it?"

The old man snorted coldly with an ugly face: "I don't know what shit luck I stepped on! I have such good luck!" In the old man's opinion, Ye Feng's ability to absorb and refine the essence blood of the dragon clan must have encountered some kind of luck against the sky, otherwise it is impossible, of course the old man also knows the dragon god change, otherwise his face would not be so ugly, even if it is a primary dragon god change, the power that can be given is not small, and the most important thing is that the strong defense, the suppression effect on cultivation is not so great.

Yu Tenghuan laughed: "You don't need to care about this, you just need to watch the battle seriously!"

The old man was silent, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

Although the handsome little scholar on the side was puzzled, he remained silent and watched the battle quietly.

The demonic young man sneered: "Although I don't know what it is, but I don't care what you are, in the face of the huge gap in cultivation and status, what you do is in vain." ”

"Yes!" Ye Feng smiled for a long time, his hands lightly struck, and a spark flashed, making a crisp sonorous sound.

The demonic youth's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he laughed fiercely, strode forward, stretched out his left hand, and a faint fighting spirit lingered on his left hand, and the next moment, a hideous wolf was formed on his left hand again, and the powerful aura of the earth-level martial arts suddenly spread.

Ye Feng smiled coldly and looked at the hideous wolf with an indifferent expression.

With a violent roar, the demonic young man rushed in front of Ye Feng in great strides, pushed out his left hand, and the evil wolf on his palm suddenly pounced, forming a three-zhang long blue wolf in the air, and the blue wolf was walking flat in the air, opening its hideous mouth, and biting Ye Feng's head fiercely.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, stretched out his right hand like lightning, clenched his palm into a fist, and a faint fighting spirit lingered, and the golden light on the fist burst out, and the shining golden light quickly condensed into a golden fist that exuded an incomparably sharp and violent aura.

The blue wolf was extremely fast, and appeared in front of Ye Feng in an instant, biting down viciously at Ye Feng's head.

"Broken Gold Fist!"

Ye Feng shouted violently, his right fist suddenly swung out, and the furious golden fist slammed into the head of the blue wolf.

Boom! The sound of a violent and terrifying collision sounded, and a strong and huge wind overflowed in all directions.

Laugh at!

With his hands in front of him to resist the violent wind, Ye Feng's figure continued to retreat, and a long line was plowed out by Ye Feng's feet on the ground of the arena.

"Hey!"

Ye Feng snorted lightly, the light in his eyes flashed, his left and right hands stretched out, and a faint fighting spirit was filled with his palms, and he patted it lightly behind him, and the retreating figure immediately stopped, and then a small air vortex appeared under his feet, and the soles of his feet kicked the ground suddenly, and his body was like an arrow from the string, and he quickly counterattacked towards the demonic youth.

The demonic young man's pupils shrank: "You weren't even injured?"

Ye Feng's figure flashed, and he quickly appeared in front of the demonic youth, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his right fist slammed into the cheek of the demonic youth in shock.

"Hmph, you're fast, I'm not slow!"

The demonic young man sneered, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place at a speed that was not weaker than Ye Feng.

Sou!

The figure of the demonic young man flashed and appeared behind Ye Feng, his left hand stretched out and slapped Ye Feng's back violently.

A punch missed, Ye Feng was not surprised, the small air vortex under his feet spun slightly, and Ye Feng's figure disappeared in place.

Boom! The sound of the collision sounded continuously, the speed of Ye Feng and the demonic youth was like a ghost, and a flash almost reached thirty zhang away, and the outer disciples who were weaker in cultivation could not keep up with the combat speed of Ye Feng and the demonic youth, and they stared at this terrifying battle carefully with wide eyes one by one.