Roar! The young man of the Bimeng tribe suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the powerful sound wave shook the heavens and the earth.

A group of teenagers of different races held their breath and watched closely at the terrifying battlefield that was about to erupt.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, clenched his palms into a fist, a faint fighting spirit lingered, and the green tendons on his right hand burst out.

The young man of the Beamon tribe stopped yelling, stretched out his thick right hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth with a few missing teeth and shouted: "Ye Feng, mud pay the price for mud's actions!"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled playfully: "Don't talk about it if your teeth are leaking!"

"Yikes!"

The top of the Bimeng tribe's youthful head was about to smoke, and a pair of eyes as if they were about to breathe fire stared at Ye Feng.

With a loud roar, the Bimeng boy stepped forward, and the huge body was pressed over like a bulldozer.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and the momentum of his whole body exploded instantly, the black clothes danced without wind, the soles of his feet kicked violently on the ground, and his body ejected like a cannonball, and rushed towards the young man of the Beamon tribe at an extremely fast speed.

The distance between the two was fleeting, and Ye Feng appeared in front of the young man of the Beamon tribe in the next moment, his right fist stretched out, a faint fighting spirit lingered, and a brilliant golden light burst out on the fist in an instant, and the golden light continued to erupt to form a huge fist, and the fist was filled with a violent and sharp aura.

"Broken Gold Fist!"

In mid-air, Ye Feng shouted violently, his whole body strength exploded, his right hand slammed out, and the golden fist blasted out, and he hit the cheek of the Beamon young man with all his strength.

Ye Feng's speed is fast, and the reaction of the Beamon boy is not slow, after being punched by Ye Feng just now, the Beamon boy is always staring at Ye Feng's every move.

Being able to enter the Tianfeng Academy naturally has its own ability, the young man of the Beamon clan roared angrily, seeing Ye Feng's coming, the huge giant spirit palm suddenly swung out, and the faint fighting spirit lingered in the palm, carrying an incomparable mountain-like momentum and slammed at Ye Feng.

The furiously sharp golden fist slammed into the djinn's palm.

The air shook violently, and an invisible circle of light suddenly emanated from the junction of the golden fist and the giant spirit palm, and the air was stagnant, booming, and then suddenly erupted, and the two collided with an earth-shattering loud sound, and at the center of the collision, a huge and terrifying huge wind suddenly overflowed.

Two huge winds collided, Ye Feng suddenly felt an extremely huge force coming from that huge palm, his right hand shook slightly, and his body was hit out like a cannonball, and it bombarded the ground, and the smoke and dust on the training ground suddenly rose.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man of the Beamon tribe the size of a bronze bell, and his huge body shook slightly, and he retreated a few feet in succession before he stood firm.

The two collide at once, and the score is high!

Seeing this scene, teenagers of other races immediately sneered disdainfully.

"That Terran kid, I really think he's a special recruit!

"The strength of the human race is too weak, and it is not the opponent of the Bimeng tribe at all! Dare to fight Meng Qifei, that kid is asking for his own hardship!"

"Looking at Meng Qifei's terrible blow, that Terran kid is probably already seriously injured!"

The teenagers of other races all looked down on the human race, and they sarcastically mocked Ye Feng one by one.

A faint smile appeared on Ruo Xiqiao's face in the distance, and she whispered to herself: "This is not a fair battle in itself, but, Ye Feng, you have to adapt to this kind of battle, because, we are Terran!"

A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the old man next to him, and he smiled and said, "Mentor Ruoxi, I didn't expect Ye Feng to be so vulnerable, it seems that I disappointed you!" Meng Qifei knocked Ye Feng away with one move, which naturally made him, an elder of the Bimeng clan, have a lot of face.

Ruoxi smiled faintly, but there was no worry on her pretty face, and her beautiful eyes looked at the center of the huge smoke and dust.

More than a dozen feet away in front of the smoke and dust, the young man of the Bimeng tribe laughed and said: "Terran boy, now you know how powerful I am! A humble human being is always a humble being!"

The huge smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a black-clothed figure slowly walked out of the smoke, and the aura of the black-clothed figure did not weaken at all, on the contrary, it was much stronger than before.

Walking out of the smoke and dust, the black-clothed figure slowly raised his head and said with a faint smile: "The attack of the Beamon clan doesn't seem to be very good!"

Boom! The teenagers of different races around him suddenly looked at Ye Feng in disbelief.

"How is it possible? How could a weak human body withstand such a powerful attack! Even the Stone Man Clan could not withstand Meng Qifei's blow!" a teenager exclaimed.

"No! what's on that Terran kid, what's that?" The other young man stared at Ye Feng's hands, feet and shoulders, only to see that Ye Feng's hands and feet were covered with flawless golden armor, and the two hideous dragon heads on his shoulders stood proudly, proudly looking at the sky.

"His aura is not only not weak, but stronger, is he not even injured! How is it possible?" said another teenager in surprise.

The eyes of the young man of the Bimeng tribe the size of bronze bells stared at Ye Feng and shouted, "How is it possible? You are just a weak human being, how can you withstand my blow?"

"It's worthy of the Beamons!"

Ye Feng smiled faintly, stretched his waist, and the bones in his body exploded, in the collision just now, Ye Feng found that something was wrong the moment he made contact, the physical strength of the Mongolian boy was too strong! It was more than twice as powerful as Ye Feng's strength, and the head-on collision was not an opponent at all, so Ye Feng instantly launched the Dragon God Transformation to avoid the huge impact force, so he was not injured by the force of the backshock, Rao is so, Ye Feng was also violently knocked out by this palm.

The young man of the Beamon tribe yelled: "Since one punch can't work, then blow you up with two punches!"

"The Beamon tribe does have some skills!"

"But!" Ye Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened: "The dignity of the human race, how can you be trampled on!"

Hearing this, a flash of brilliance flashed in Ruoxi's beautiful eyes, and a sweet smile appeared on her pretty face.

The old man next to him said coldly: "It is worthy of the human race that Mentor Ruoxi fancies, and he really has some skills!"

Ruoxi smiled faintly and did not speak.

The young man of the Beamon tribe looked at Ye Feng tightly, laughed loudly, and said disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit dignity of the human race! In the face of strength, everything is a fart! The human race is humble! So what?"

"You're looking for death!"

A chilling glow flashed in his eyes, Ye Feng exhaled deeply, lowered his eyelids, for fear that he couldn't help but pull out the dragon scale knife and launch the Sky Slashing Knife Technique to split this Bimeng clan in half with one sword, no matter what, Ye Feng still knew that every place has rules for each place, even if it is not forbidden to fight in Tianfeng Academy, but it is not allowed to kill people at will, otherwise he will suffer the corresponding punishment, this Ye Feng is still very clear.

"Come on!"

The young man of the Beamon tribe suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was loud.

"I'm going to beat you up so you don't even know the!"

Raising his head, a flash of yin owl light flashed in his eyes, Ye Feng screamed, his whole body ran wildly, a small whirlpool of air appeared under his feet, the soles of his feet suddenly kicked the ground, and his body disappeared in place in a slight flash.

The next moment, Ye Feng's figure appeared in front of the young man of the Beamon tribe like a ghost.

The fighting qi in his body was running wildly, Ye Feng shouted violently, his right fist suddenly burst out, and a heavy punch hit the huge belly of the Beamon teenager.

Boom! There was an explosion, Ye Feng slammed his fist on the belly of the Bimeng boy, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and the fighting spirit on Ye Feng's fist suddenly exploded.

The laughter of the young man of the Beamon tribe stopped abruptly, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his huge body was knocked out by Ye Feng's punch.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Ye Feng kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body shot up quickly like a cannonball, instantly catching up with the young man of the Beamon tribe who kept flying backwards.

His pupils contracted violently, and looking at the black-clothed young man who appeared in front of him, a thick horror flashed on the hideous face of the young man of the Beamon tribe.

Drink!

With a loud shout, Ye Feng's body swirled in the air, his right foot was full of fighting energy, and he kicked heavily on the huge body of the young man of the Beamon tribe.

The young man of the Bimeng tribe let out a miserable howl, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the speed of his backward flight suddenly accelerated, flying more than 30 zhang away, and slammed into a pool, and the surrounding stones were instantly collapsed, and all the clear water in a pool flowed out.

"Humph!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, clapped his hands, glanced at the Bimeng boy with disdain, and said, "It's just that!"

The Bimeng young man looked depressed, there were two deep wounds on his huge body, blood was constantly gushing out, Ye Feng's two attacks just now showed no mercy, and carved two scars on the Bimeng young man's body that made him unforgettable.

Looking at this scene, there was silence on the training ground, and the teenagers looked at the Beamon teenagers who fell in a pool of blood with wide eyes, and there was a thick horror on their faces.

Ruoxi smiled faintly: "Elder Meng, why don't you save the kid in your clan?"

The old man's face was extremely ugly, he snorted coldly, and appeared in front of the Bimeng boy with one step, and with a flick of his sleeves, he disappeared in place with the Bimeng boy.

"Who else wants this?"

The secret book of the Xuanfeng Palm appeared in Ye Feng's hand, and his cold eyes swept across the audience.

The teenagers of all different races couldn't help but shudder, and lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look directly into Ye Feng's cold eyes.