The semi-finals advance to the finals, and finally officially begin!

After the draw, the result of the draw was that Ye Feng vs. Lan Qing, Xiang Ling Xiao vs. Geng Shuijin, and the battlefields were in the No. 1 and No. 2 arenas respectively.

Sisi stood in the crowd, his eyes constantly wandering back and forth between Ye Feng in Field 1 and Xiang Ling Xiao in Field 2, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Standing on the No. 1 arena, Ye Feng quietly looked at the blue-shirted boy in front of him, and the blue-shirted boy was Lan Qingyi.

With a lazy smile on his face, Lan Qingyan looked at Ye Feng and smiled: "Ye Feng, we meet again." ”

Ye Feng smiled indifferently: "Brother Lan, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Lan Qingyan said with an interesting smile on his face: "I'm very interested in you!"

Interested in me...... Ye Feng is full of black lines, but it's a pity that I'm not interested in you!

Lan Qing smiled lazily: "I see that you fight very neatly, and your strength has not been brought into play, let me try your strength today!"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "I believe it will not disappoint you." ”

Lan Qingyan still said lazily: "Since this is the case, then I will give me a lot of advice." ”

Ye Feng smiled: "The same." ”

With a bang, Ye Feng's fighting spirit was running, and the momentum of his whole body was violently emanated, and he came up directly to the strongest firepower, and the momentum of the middle-level martial artist cultivation exploded in an all-round way, and he directly pressed towards the blue spirit on the opposite side.

Pulled by the momentum, Lan Qing was lazy and lazy, replaced by an incomparably sharp edge, like a sword out of the sheath, and the momentum of the whole body suddenly changed, judging the two of them.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and Lan Qing's whole body was blue and dancing without wind, and the momentum of his whole body emanated, and the sharp and powerful momentum was towards Ye Feng.

The furious momentum seemed to be doing an invisible collision, and the smoke and dust on the arena suddenly rose up.

Ye Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and it could be seen from the momentum collision that Lan Qingyan's cultivation had reached a relatively high level among middle-level martial artists, and even the momentum might have reached the level of a high-level martial artist, which was stronger than his own cultivation.

However, this is not a battle that can be won by being strong in cultivation, and there are many high-level martial artists who are defeated under their own hands! His eyes were slightly sharp, Ye Feng's whole body was running wildly, and his body martial arts were activated in an instant, and a small air vortex quickly appeared under his feet, and his toes kicked in place, and his body disappeared in place like a ghost, leaving only an afterimage, and he quickly rushed towards Lan Qingxuan.

Before he could find Ye Feng's figure, Ye Feng had already appeared in front of him, and the blue light shot out from his right fist, and the powerful air-breaking fist had already swung out with a punch, hitting Lan Qingyan's chest.

A wanton smile appeared on Lan Qingyan's face, haha smiled, did not dodge or dodge, with a faint blue light on his right fist, he swung out violently, and blasted towards Ye Feng's punch.

"Bang", the two forces collided, and the strong and violent wind suddenly dispersed and overflowed, blowing up smoke and dust all over the ground.

Lan Qingyan's figure couldn't help but take three steps back before he stood firm, looking at Ye Feng who was standing in place, he couldn't help laughing wantonly: "Happy!"

A smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, Lan Qingyan is so fond of fighting, this battle must be dripping with joy, this is the real battle!

After laughing, Lan Qing's eyes burst into light, and his body moved in place and began to attack.

The figure of Lan Qingyan in Ye Feng's eyes disappeared in place with a slight movement, and he was suddenly slightly surprised, Lan Qingyan's speed was not slow!

Almost the next moment, Lan Qingyan's figure appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes, and the light blue light on his right fist kept surging, and he slammed into Ye Feng's face with a punch.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, he really didn't have to be afraid of anyone! The right fist was swung out, and the strong fighting spirit was condensed in the right hand, and the faint cyan light suddenly lit up, and he saw the blue fist that was impacting head-on, and the powerful punch was attacking.

Boom, the violent wind erupted violently again at the center of the collision between the two, which was extremely amazing, and both of them shot with all their strength without reservation, and the strong wind was terrifying.

The frenzied fighting spirit of the two ran wildly, and their figures flashed back and forth in the arena, and the speed was amazingly fast, often at the touch of a touch, and then they quickly intertwined together, colliding wildly.

Many outer disciples were fascinated by it, although the fighting style of the two was not gorgeous, but it was exciting, colliding, retreating, colliding, retreating!

"Bang!"

There was another strong and terrifying collision sound, and the two collided strongly in the center of the arena again, and then with a touch, the figure retreated far away with a catapult.

Squatting on the ground with his hands on the ground, a wanton smile appeared on Lan Qingyan's face, and he jumped up lightly and laughed: "Ye Feng, you really didn't disappoint me. ”

Ye Feng clasped his hands to his chest and said with a faint smile: "Of course, but I'm afraid that you will disappoint me!"

Lan Qingyan's expression changed for a moment, and a sharp momentum emanated from his body, and he laughed wantonly: "Ye Feng, you have the qualifications to let me go all out." ”

"Really?" Ye Feng smiled noncommittally.

Lan Qingyan stopped laughing, his consciousness moved, and a golden tiger head spear suddenly appeared on his right hand, the spear was more than a zhang long, and the slender spear was paced with a layer of faint gold powder, exuding a dazzling golden light, and the tip of the spear was slightly curved, showing a small tiger head appearance, which looked extremely amazing.

Wu Wenqiu's pupils shrank slightly, he had never seen this spear when he was fighting with Lan Qingyan before, but now it was the first time he had seen Lan Qingyan use a weapon, it seemed that Lan Qingyan had already regarded Ye Feng as an extremely strong opponent.

Ye Feng's eyes froze, looking at the imposing golden tiger-headed spear, and smiled: "Since that's the case, then let the horse come!"

Lan Qingyan's right hand moved slightly, and he held the Golden Tiger Head Spear tightly in his hand, his whole body became sharper, and a strong battle intent appeared in his eyes.

Ye Feng still stood indifferently in place, his hands were still barehanded, and he didn't intend to take out the dragon scale knife.

Lan Qingyan's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Ye Feng, against me, you don't plan to use weapons?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Naturally, you should use it when you should use it." "Because Ye Feng also has his own plans, if he wins this one, and I believe that if there is no accident, Xiang Ling Xiao will definitely win, then the next one he will face is Xiang Ling Xiao, if he can defeat Lan Qing without revealing his strength, then of course it is the best choice.

Lan Qingyan's face suddenly became not very good-looking, obviously thinking that Ye Feng was underestimating him.

The tiger-headed spear in his hand swung suddenly, and the momentum on his body suddenly exploded, and Lan Qing said in a deep voice: "Since this is the case, then I'm welcome." ”

Ye Feng smiled faintly, his expression became solemn, as the so-called one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous, this tiger head spear is more than a zhang long, it really can't be underestimated.

Lan Qingyan held the spear in his hand, his body kicked suddenly in place, bounced up quickly, and rushed towards Ye Feng like a bolt, and the fighting spirit suddenly exploded, and the tip of the spear on his right hand suddenly appeared with a faint fighting spirit, like a dragon going out to sea, stabbing towards Ye Feng sharply.

Ye Feng's expression froze, a small air vortex appeared under his feet, and his body disappeared in place with a slight movement.

Seeing Ye Feng's figure disappear, Lan Qingyan did not panic, his body stood firm, the spear in his hand stopped, and the tip of the spear still carried a sharp fighting spirit, and a whirlwind quickly swept away.

At this moment, Ye Feng's figure had just appeared on Lan Qingyan's side, and when Lan Qingyan took out the gun, his figure rushed up, his pupils shrank slightly, and the tiger-headed spear with a sharp momentum swept over.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, the fighting spirit on his right hand burst out, and he grabbed the tiger head spear that swept over.

Lan Qingyan had a smile on his face, seeing that Ye Feng wanted to grab the spear, naturally he would not let Ye Feng succeed so easily, the spear in his hand suddenly shook, and several phantoms suddenly appeared on the body of the spear, and continued to sweep.

With his eyes condensed, unable to detect the entity of the spear, Ye Feng immediately stopped advancing, and his body quickly retreated.

Lan Qingyan swept the spear in his hand, kicked the ground on his toes, and chased after Ye Feng who was retreating with the spear in his hand, and with a swing of the spear, the tip of the spear emitted a faint blue light, and he pointed at Ye Feng and picked it up.

Looking at the spear in front of him stabbing straight over, the faint blue light revealed a sharp aura, and the figure suddenly stopped, seeing that the tip of the spear was about to stab, the soles of his feet were forced, and the body moved sideways to dodge the spear's attack again.

Lan Qingyan would not let go of Ye Feng so simply, as soon as the spear was retracted, the tip of the spear was connected, and the golden tiger-headed spear seemed to appear as if a phantom had appeared, and the vigor stabbed towards Ye Feng violently, and the strong fighting spirit almost covered Ye Feng's whole body.

Feeling the unstoppable fighting spirit in it, Ye Feng's expression was awe-inspiring, the strength of this fighting spirit was not something that could be resisted by his current physical body.

The figure jumped in place, moved back in an oblique direction, dodged all the sharp attacks of the fighting spirit, stopped the figure, and Lan Qingyan laughed wantonly: "Ye Feng, with your current strength, if you want to take me down like this, I'm afraid it's not so easy!"

The expression on Ye Feng's face changed rapidly, indeed, it was almost impossible to take down Lan Qingyan so easily, just relying on Lan Qing's extremely strong marksmanship with his hands, I am afraid that he would not be able to approach him, and he would be suppressed at a disadvantage, if he didn't take out the dragon scale knife, he would definitely have to fight hand-to-hand, but, how to approach Lan Qingyan? Looking at Lan Qingyan standing with a gun on the opposite side, Ye Feng's expression was solemn, his fists were clenched, and he was ready to attack again.