Standing calmly in place, Ye Feng looked at Lan Qingyan, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the time had come to test his cultivation results, and it should not be a big problem for the combination of rigidity and softness to be close to Lan Qingyan.

Lan Qingyan looked at Ye Feng who was smiling on the spot in surprise slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and clenched the tiger head spear in his hand and looked at Ye Feng intently.

Ye Feng smiled, a small air vortex appeared under his feet, and his figure quickly flashed up, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and rushed towards Lan Qingyan left and right, and the entire arena was Ye Feng's erratic figure.

Lan Qingyan's eyes were sharp and he observed on the field, looking for Ye Feng's figure, and suddenly, the blue light on the tip of the tiger-headed spear in his hand flickered, and it kept drilling like a propeller in his hand, and then he stabbed out fiercely, the sound was terrifying, and the sharp tip of the spear seemed to pierce a hole in the sky.

At this time, Ye Feng's figure appeared in front of the tip of the tiger's head spear, looking at the terrifying tip of the spear that was stabbing rapidly in front of him, Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly praise, it was worthy of being a blue martyr, he actually had such excellent dynamic vision, and the speed of his eyes could keep up with his own movement speed, which was extraordinary.

This shot contains a spiral piercing force, and it is even sharper, such a shot Ye Feng is not sure that he can use his body to follow.

Don't dare to hit the front directly, Ye Feng's figure was slightly on one side, the faint blue light on the tip of the gun passed by, and he seemed to be able to feel the sharp breath, and the hairs all over his body stood up, shaking the gun, his body did not stop, and he rushed towards Lan Qing.

Lan Qingyan instantly recovered the spear, and suddenly several phantoms swept over the spear.

The faint shadow of the spear in his sight quickly swept his waist and swept away, and when the spear was about to die, Ye Feng's figure suddenly stopped, and then his body suddenly fell backwards, and in an instant, it bent into a meniscus shape with a longer diameter, and the height was much lower than that phantom spear that swept his waist.

Suddenly, the phantom-like spear quickly slashed over Ye Feng's belly, and the strong wind lifted Ye Feng's clothes, and the sharp fighting aura in front of the tip of the spear even made Ye Feng's belly feel a cold and piercing cold.

The eyes of the teenagers around the arena were widened, is this still a human being? How can there be such a soft body, and the speed of completion is extremely fast, almost after the body stops suddenly, it is completed with a backward lean, and the timing is just right, so that Lan Qingyan let Ye Feng dodge before he could adjust the height of the spear.

Ye Feng smiled, his hands suddenly slanted in the direction of force, the palm of his hand spurted out of the fighting energy, and the figure instantly ejected when the spear just swept over, and the feet were full of fighting energy, and with a sudden kick, the figure suddenly jumped high, directly crossing the distance between the two of them, the fighting energy in the body ran wildly, gathered on the feet, and the fighting spirit on the right foot burst out, with a strong force aimed at Lan Qingyan's head and blasted over.

Lan Qingyan had just swept past the spear at this time, and before he had time to retreat, he saw Ye Feng jumping high in the air and kicking it with incomparable force, and he was taken aback, seeing that his right hand was no longer able to launch a counterattack, and his left hand quickly pinched the trick, changing the cumbersome seal.

Just as Ye Feng's violent kick was about to fall on Lan Qingyan's face, Lan Qingyan's expression relaxed slightly, and after pinching the last seal with his left hand, he shouted softly in his mouth: "Rock Shield!"

I saw that Lan Qingyan's left hand was quickly filled with yellow light, and then the yellow energy quickly formed a shield shape that looked as thick as a rock, and appeared in front of Lan Qingyan's face.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, Xuan-rank low-level defensive martial arts, rock shields? It turned out that Lan Qingyan had actually practiced defensive martial arts, and the strong wind on his right foot did not abate, and his fighting spirit fiercely attacked towards the rock shield.

With a bang, the violent power on Ye Feng's right foot fell on the rock-like pale yellow shield, and with a click, a thin crack suddenly appeared in the center of the shield, and at the same time, Ye Feng's fighting spirit on his right foot suddenly erupted, and the clicking sound sounded continuously again, and dozens of cracks appeared in the center of the shield, like a dense spider web.

With the explosion of powerful fighting qi, the rock shield that looked extremely thick suddenly collapsed, and in Ye Feng's kick, countless energies scattered in all directions.

With a slight look in his eyes, Ye Feng's right foot still fiercely aimed at Lan Qingyan's face and kicked it after shattering the rock shield.

As early as when the click sounded, Lan Qingxuan knew that something was wrong, the spear was retracted, and his body retreated sharply, narrowly avoiding Ye Feng's terrifying kick, and the violent wind blew the hair on his forehead to fly wildly.

Dodging Ye Feng's blow, the blue light on the spear in Lan Qingyan's hand flashed instantly, and the sharp tip of the tiger-headed spear was exposed, and he continued to take a big step back, and the tiger-headed spear in his hand swung, looking at Ye Feng, who was still in the air, and suddenly stabbed out, and the sharp spear tore through the air and stabbed at Ye Feng's chest.

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his figure fell, his right hand suddenly stretched out, the fighting spirit on his palm exploded, and he slapped it at the bottom suddenly, and with a bang, the smoke and dust on the ground suddenly rose, and the powerful recoil force suddenly ejected Ye Feng up, and his body somersaulted in the air, looking at the sharp spear whistling underneath, he smiled slightly, his right palm stretched out again, and his fighting spirit exploded, and he slapped towards the barrel of the spear.

The fierce fighting spirit slapped on the barrel of the gun, Lan Qingyan was taken aback, and a huge force came from the barrel of the gun, and the spear in his hand pressed down to the ground uncontrollably.

Ye Feng's figure flicked again after sending out this palm, and the huge power in his body exploded, twisting his body and rushing forward, and in an instant, Ye Feng rubbed his body close to Lan Qingyan's side, and the fighting spirit was running, and the red light on his right palm suddenly lit up, boom, the fiery red light suddenly lit up, and the strong fighting spirit brewed on his right palm, and the hot Lang emptied and aimed at Lan Qingyan's chest and imprinted it.

Lan Qingyan had already prepared, his left hand quickly pinched the trick, and the rock-like yellow shield appeared in front of him again, and at the same time, he seemed to be quite uneasy, his left fist stretched out, and his fist had a faint blue light, ready to meet Ye Feng's blow at any time.

Lan Qingyan's worry was not unreasonable, the Xuan-rank low-level defensive martial arts were simply vulnerable in Ye Feng's hands, the red light on the palm of his hand was imprinted on the rock shield, almost a breathing time, and the rock shield was shattered by Ye Feng's violent power, and the fiery red light beckoned towards Lan Qingyan's chest again.

Lan Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and his left fist swung out without hesitation, and a faint blue light hit Ye Feng's flame palm.

"Bang", the strong wind overflowed everywhere, and under the strong impact of Ye Feng, Lan Qingyan's figure took a big step back before he stood firm.

Ye Feng's figure landed lightly, his right foot stretched out, hooked slightly, and flicked the tiger head spear that was constantly pressed down, stretched out his right hand, held the spear shaft, and the strong force exploded, and the splitter snatched the tiger head spear in Lan Qingyan's hand.

As soon as Lan Qingyan's figure stood firm, his right hand shook slightly, and the tiger-headed spear in his hand was out of his control and was snatched away by Ye Feng.

The series of movements just now was extremely smooth, and it wasn't until Ye Feng snatched the spear in Lan Qingyan's hand that the crowd woke up like a dream, and suddenly burst into warm applause and cheers.

The corners of Lan Qingyan's mouth squirmed slightly, looking at the tiger-headed spear in Ye Feng's hand, his expression was complicated.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, holding the Pacing Golden Tiger Head Spear in his hand, looked at Lan Qingyan and said, "This gun looks pretty good." ”

Lan Qingyan was slightly bitter, he was caught off guard by Ye Feng, and there were many methods that Ye Feng took away the spear before he could use it, but Lan Qingyan was also a frank person, and said neatly: "I admit defeat, Brother Ye Feng is really extraordinary." ”

Ye Feng threw the spear in his hand back to Lan Qingyi, and said with a faint smile: "It's just a fluke." ”

Lan Qingyan regained his lazy appearance, took the tiger-headed spear with one hand, put it into the storage ring, and said lazily: "It's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to fight with Xiang Lingxiao." ”

Ye Feng looked at the No. 2 competition arena next to him, at this time, Xiang Ling Xiao had already put his sword back into its sheath, and stood there with an indifferent expression, opposite him, Geng Shuijin hung his hands weakly, looking at Xiang Ling Xiao with bitter eyes, there were cracks everywhere on his clothes, the whole clothes were almost broken, and even the scars inside were revealed in some places, and there was a trace of blood oozing out of the wound.

Although Geng Shuijin was not injured, but in the face of the indifferent Xiang Lingxiao on the opposite side, he had lost the courage to fight with Xiang Lingxiao, and in the face of the strong strength gap, he had no fighting spirit.

Lan Qingyan first looked at Ye Feng, then at Ling Xiao, his eyes burst out with anticipation, and then he smiled lazily, jumped off the arena, and stood at the forefront of the crowd.

His eyes looked at Xiang Ling Xiao, who looked like an ancient well, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth were slightly upturned, and the surging battle intent erupted from his body, and the scorching battle gaze emanated unabashedly.

Xiang Ling Xiao seemed to feel something, and with a sweep of his eyes, he found Ye Feng on the No. 1 arena, his pupils shrank slightly, and Xiang Ling Xiao's expression was indifferent again, but there was a touch of solemnity in his eyes.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, jumped off the arena gently, stood firm beside Lan Qingyan, and said with a faint smile: "I must win this battle." There was no doubt in the tone, and there was a strong sense of confidence.

Lan Qingyan glanced at Ye Feng deeply and smiled lazily.

The semi-finals qualifying tournament came to an end, and what followed was an earth-shattering collision! For a while, all the disciples were looking forward to it.