All the girls had bright smiles on their faces, looking at the wonderful expressions of the two, they couldn't help but cheer wildly, and the scene screamed, completely suppressing the momentum of the competition between Sisi and the seventh tyrant Dongcheng.

Ye Feng touched the cold sweat on his forehead, it was so powerful! This scream could pierce the sky! Who are these two people? Why are there so many fan groups?

Stretching out his hand and patting a young man next to him, Ye Feng pointed to the white-clothed young man and the blue-haired young man, and asked, "Brother, who are those two?"

The young man looked back and saw that it was Ye Feng, and was immediately startled, then looked in the direction that Ye Feng was pointing at, and said with a smile: "Oh, the white-clothed one is called Dark Night, and the one with blue hair is called Leng Xingchen, who is the third overlord of the outer gate, and they have an excellent relationship with each other, and they often compete with each other and promote each other." ”

Oh, Ye Feng nodded, I see, this is not a bad way! Since there is no chance to go out to fight, it is indeed a very good choice to increase combat experience, and both of them have considerable control over the fighting spirit, as long as they do not lose control, they will not be hurt by fighting each other in this way, but the only regret is that this kind of competition cannot stimulate the potential in the body at all, nor can it completely consume the fighting energy in the body, and then improve.

The battles that Ye Feng has experienced are all desperate fights, and he almost can't hold on to them several times, and he is on the verge of death, every time he goes through such a battle, Ye Feng can feel that his fighting spirit will be more refined, and his awareness of battle will be stronger.

However, Ye Feng is also interested in this dark night and cold Xingchen, as the second and third overlord of the outer gate, his strength must be quite good, and he must have a brush to be ranked second only to Xiang Ling Xiao, so it is not bad to observe the strength of the two of them, as the so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, one hundred battles will not be defeated! This time it is just ready for the ranking competition.

Ye Feng moved towards the crowd that walked to the bottom of the dark night and cold starry arena, and was about to carefully observe the enemy's situation, when his eyes swept away, suddenly, Ye Feng was stunned, only to see that next to him was Yu Fengwu's arena, just attracted by the wonderful battle between these two people, but he didn't notice that Yu Fengwu was also here.

Yu Fengwu's opponent is the young master of the roast pig, the young master of the roast pig at this moment looked at Yu Fengwu with a salivating face, rubbed his hands, and looked at Yu Fengwu with an extremely obscene attitude and said: "Feng Wu, that ......"

Yu Fengwuxiu frowned, a trace of disgust flashed on her good-looking face, she didn't talk nonsense with him, her small toes kicked the ground slightly, her body rose suddenly, and her speed skyrocketed, not inferior to Ye Feng, her body rushed forward extremely quickly, her slender snow-white right hand waved out, and the fighting spirit on her palm was strong, and she slapped it directly towards Shao Zhu's face.

I saw a green shadow flashing in the air, and Shao Zhu, who was about to drool, was stunned, but he didn't expect Yu Fengwu to launch an attack, which caught him off guard, and he could only run his fighting spirit in a hurry, his right fist blasted out, and the strong fighting spirit met Yu Fengwu's right palm.

Ye Feng looked at it and nodded, although Shao Zhu is also a young master, he is not weak under his hands, and he has the cultivation of a middle-level martial artist.

Boom, the powerful wind collided, and the afterwind overflowed, Shao Zhu was only a middle-level martial artist after all, and he resisted in a hurry, of course, he couldn't stop the charged blow of Yu Fengwu, who was already a high-level martial artist, and was directly bombarded and retreated again and again.

Yu Fengwu was unforgiving, his body rushed forward, and his strong right palm attacked Shao Zhu's chest again.

Shao Zhu was helpless, unable to stabilize his body, so he could only swing his right fist again, and the fierce fighting spirit blasted towards Yu Fengwu's right palm.

Boom, Shao Zhu's figure continued to retreat, kicking and kicking, and his figure kept retreating backwards.

At this time, Yu Fengwu, after the right palm touched Shao Zhu slightly, his toes kicked the ground slightly, his body did a somersault, his left palm slammed the ground, his body took advantage of the momentum to bounce up, and he fell behind Shao Zhu with a turnover, Qianqian Yuzu swung out, his body twisted slightly, and he kicked it at Shao Zhu's cheek.

The beautiful posture, wonderful figure, and pretty face of the country and the city constitute a beautiful picture, and the teenagers are so fascinated that they forget to blink their eyes.

Seeing Yu Fengwu's figure jumping into the air, Shao Zhu knew that the shape was not good, and suddenly felt the wind in the back of his head, the strong wind had already hit his cheek, Shao Zhu's face was full of horror, his right hand, which had just been shaken and painful, could no longer be raised, and his left hand was not so flexible, he couldn't reach the position at all, and his body kept retreating, he couldn't control it at all, it was a tragedy!

Shao Zhu closed his eyes, his face was full of the smell of a strong man who would never return, bang, the jade footprints were imprinted on Shao Zhu's face, Yu Fengwu controlled his fighting spirit in time, Rao is so, with a snap, a small mark was directly imprinted on Shao Zhu's face, and the powerful force kicked Shao Zhu out in an instant.

Bang, a wonderful parabola was drawn in mid-air, and Shao Zhu's figure smashed into the center of many teenagers, and everyone was startled and quickly flashed aside!

Shao Zhu let out a miserable scream, and it seemed that the pain in his flesh and muscles was indispensable! The small footprints were clearly imprinted on his face, which attracted the attention of many teenagers. After Shao Zhu screamed, his face was intoxicated, and he stretched out his right hand and kept stroking his face, constantly laughing stupidly.

The young people looked at the footprints on Shao Zhu's face, and then looked at Shao Zhu's expression, and couldn't help but be startled, and then looked at Yu Fengwu, who was slim and elegant in the arena.

This series of battles took place between lightning and flint, and the movements were very coherent, and they were completed almost instantly, and the young man who was immersed in the wonderful posture of the phoenix dance had already ended the battle before he could react.

Click, many teenagers' eyes widened, and their jaws were about to fall!

Ye Feng was also stunned, dizzying! This is the end of the battle! I can't help but despise the young master of the roast pig a little, you are also a middle-level martial artist, in front of Feng Wu, you were lightly slapped in the face without any power to fight back, it doesn't matter if you are slapped in the face, you are so intoxicated, it is really a shame to lose the dignity of men!

Just when Ye Feng was stunned, all the teenagers around the arena suddenly let out a huge cheer, and thousands of teenagers cheered at the same time, the scene was extremely spectacular.

Then, another teenager walked out of the many teenagers, jumped lightly and jumped onto the arena, ready to compete with Yu Fengwu.

Ye Feng's eyes moved away, with Yu Fengwu's strength, I believe that these competitions are not much to look at, so let's understand his opponent in the ranking competition!

His eyes swept and he returned to the battle between Dark Night and Leng Xingchen, only to see the two people in the arena bowing to each other, with smiles on their faces, and then jumped off the arena and left together!

Ye Feng almost bit his tongue, he didn't see anything, and the fight was over.

Seeing that the figures of Dark Night and Leng Xingchen had disappeared, and they were sure that they had left, all the girls sighed slightly, ready to turn around and leave.

Ye Feng looked at the other arenas, and was slightly surprised to see another acquaintance.

Following Ye Feng's line of sight, he saw a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing on the arena, with that signature evil smile on his face, it was the sixth overlord Wu Wenqiu.

Standing opposite him was a young man in a blue shirt, the young man in the blue shirt was full of calmness, with a confident smile on his face, his whole body was extremely lazy, without a trace of momentum, as if he didn't pay much attention to this competition.

Wu Wenqiu pursed Tian's lips, and said with an evil smile on his face: "Let's start!"

Hearing this, the blue-shirted young man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the invisible momentum emanated, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed instantly, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the momentum of his whole body was released with all his strength without concealment, which was completely different from the lazy momentum just now, and he seemed to have completely changed into a person when he entered the combat state.

Ye Feng's pupils shrank slightly, such a strong momentum, the strength of the blue-shirted boy should not be underestimated, in Ye Feng's opinion, the strength of the blue-shirted boy is enough to be comparable to the strength of the second overlord Dark Nightless and the third overlord Leng Xingchen.

Wu Wenqiu's evil smile suddenly became solemn, obviously the strength of the blue-shirted young man made him dare not underestimate it.

Boom, the blue-shirted young man's eyes flashed violently, and he kicked the ground slightly, his body was like a cannonball, and his speed skyrocketed, shooting towards Wu Wenqiu.

Wu Wenqiu's pupils shrank, but he didn't avoid it, his figure spread, and he rushed towards the blue-shirted young man in front of him, obviously about to have a hard time.

Boom, the powerful wind collided, and the strong afterwind overflowed, and the young man watching next to him couldn't help but be shocked.

Sure enough, as Ye Feng expected, it was obvious that the strength of the blue-shirted boy was stronger, and in the case of a tough encounter, the blue-shirted boy had a slight upper hand.

Boom, the two of them were like playing fire, and they were full of fire in the arena, the violent collision sound continued to sound, and the strong fighting spirit overflowed, and all the onlookers frowned tightly, and kept retreating, for fear of being affected by the battle.

Ye Feng looked at the strong collision between the two, and frowned slightly, presumably this blue-shirted young man was not an ordinary character, but Ye Feng only focused on cultivation matters, and he was not familiar with the distribution of strength in this Qingyun Sect, so he didn't know who this blue-shirted young man was.

With his steps moving, Ye Feng was about to move forward to watch, huh? It seems that something is not quite right!