Call.

Suck.

"Mountain Destroying Fist!"

Ye Ling used the sixfold strength of the Mountain Destroying Mirror to punch with all his strength.

The fist wind roared, shattering the surrounding air in an instant, and the sound was like thunder.

This is the result of his research on the operation law of the Ice and Fire Divine Pill in the dantian.

Following his own breathing, Ye Ling could absorb the aura contained in the air.

Any martial art, in the final analysis, is the casting of different ways of aura.

With the help of the Divine Pill that Ye Ling had accidentally refined, he could absorb the aura that remained in the air after others cast martial arts, and achieve the effect of nourishing the war with battle.

"It's a pity that the Heaven and Earth Sancai Furnace was broken by me, and I can't accelerate alchemy anymore......" Ye Ling untied the training strap in his hand and hugged his fist towards the sky, "I'm sorry, Dad." ”

Suddenly, a refreshing morning breeze blew, as if in response to Ye Ling's words.

In fact, strictly speaking, the Heaven and Earth Sancai Furnace was not broken, and now the energy of the furnace has all been melted into his dantian.

Ye Ling didn't know that the speed of his alchemy from now on would be several times faster than others!

"Okay! That's pretty much it!"

Today is the five-year event of Yuyang City, the martial arts ceremony!

"Ye family brothers, follow me!"

All the members of the Ye Mansion went out and marched towards the city.

All the way to the drum tower in the center of the city.

The huge high platform in front of the gatehouse is the martial arts arena.

This platform is made of hard stone bricks and stone slabs, which is different from ordinary wooden platforms.

In the battle of the city lords, the contestants are all extraordinary, and the wooden platform can't withstand them.

Ye Ling came a little late, and almost everyone in Yuyang City gathered here, and it was crowded with people, and it was blocked.

"Look! The little head of the Ye family is here!"

At this time, among the boiling crowd in the outer circle, sharp-eyed people discovered Ye Ling.

In the battle of Dengyinglou, Ye Ling could be regarded as saving some prestige, and at this time, everyone made way for Ye Ling.

"Come on, head of the house!"

"Come on, Ye Xiaojia Master, don't let that domineering Feng family be re-elected as the city lord again!"

In the crowd, many people cheered for Ye Ling.

Carrying everyone's hopes, Ye Ling stepped onto the stage, and after saluting the families who had already arrived, he sat down peacefully.

This is the rule of the tournament, even if the relationship between the families is tense, they must abide by the rules and salute each other to show that friendship comes first and competition second.

But in reality?

The example of dying on the jousting platform because of the battle for the position of the lord of the castle is not uncommon in every competition.

Power drives people crazy.

Looking upward, high on the gatehouse, there is now a striking grandstand covered with a red cloth.

An official in a python robe was shaking a folding fan at this time, overlooking the stage.

He was an envoy sent by the DPRK and China to be in charge of the referee for today's game.

Ye Ling took a general look at his official uniform, knowing that his level was not low, it seemed that the Son of Heaven really attached great importance to this year's Yuyang City competition.

When he was young, everyone arrived, but the people of the Feng family were missing.

Ye Ling was bored waiting, so he stared at the elder of the Li family next to him and swallowed the clouds and spitted out the fog with a cigarette pouch.

After watching Elder Li finish smoking three bags of tobacco, the Feng family was late.

"Everyone, Feng has an urgent matter for the time being, I hope you will forgive me and the elders!"

Just this morning, the bones of Xu Hu and Han Ling were found.

Feng Wanli's state was fine, but he was a little worried, but Feng Yingtian was not good, his eyes were bloodshot, and he obviously hadn't slept all night.

As soon as the Feng family sat down, a deafening gong sounded on the gatehouse above.

"Now that all the families have arrived, I announce that the martial arts tournament has officially begun!"

In an instant, the air around Ye Ling cooled, and the cheers from the audience seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

"Which family volunteered to be the first to play?"

For a time, no one stepped forward.

They are all waiting for the Feng family to appear, ready to accompany the Feng family to "act".

Anyway, the winner is the Feng family in the end, so why should they fight between the other families?

Ye Ling cocked Erlang's legs and watched quietly, as if he was out of the way of everything in front of him.

He glanced at the opposite side, and sure enough, Feng Yingtian held his cane in his hand, ready to get up and go on the field.

Feng Wanli stretched out his arm and pressed him down.

The two bit their ears.

"Ying Tian, you were busy all night in Xiaoling Peak last night, and I will go first in the competition in front, you retain your strength and go all out to deal with Ye Ling later!"

Feng Yingtian felt that what the head of the family said made sense, and nodded vigorously, "I will definitely live up to the good intentions of the head of the family." ”

Feng Wanli stood in the center of the competition platform, followed by the "Zhang", "Wang", "Li", and "Zhao" families, taking turns to play in accordance with the order of seats.

A blow, a palm, a fall.

These wastes, who didn't intend to compete for the city lord in the first place, raised their hands one by one to admit defeat, as if they were hot feet on the martial arts platform, and they didn't stay for half a second.

The magistrate on the city gate, before a cup of tea was served, only the two Feng family members and Ye Ling were left in the audience.

The foreign official, who didn't know Ye Ling's strength, shouted at him kindly: "Ye Xiaojia Master, this official can give you the opportunity to admit defeat directly!"

Ye Ling smiled indifferently, "Thank Shangguan for your kindness, but it is not me Ye Ling who should admit defeat." ”

Slowly walking into the arena, Ye Ling raised his arm and took the initiative to ask Feng Wanli to make the first move, his eyes full of provocation.

Feng Yingtian couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart for a long time.

"Master of the house, such a stubborn child is not qualified to fight with you, let me meet him!"

Feng Yingtian got up angrily, and the two sang double reeds.

Ye Ling smiled and watched the two clowns play on stage.

"Okay, okay, the competition is not singing, what are you two doing one out and one in, it's really troublesome, or just go together." ”

"Hmph, hubris!"

Feng Yingtian was excited by Ye Ling's words, recalling the shame in Ye Mansion that day, he couldn't help but be angry, and without waiting for the referee to order, he had already made a brazen move!

"The vicissitudes of the palm are in one style, and the waves are crashing on the shore!"

A palm attacked, Feng Ying's angel made ten successful efforts, the aura overflowed, and the palm wind was like a wave roaring, coming straight towards Ye Ling's door!

Ye Ling deliberately hid clumsiness, put Feng Yingtian closer, and used a trick "Battle Roar".

For a while, a spring thunder sounded on the competition platform, Feng Yingtian was shaken by the air wave, and a somersault fell to the ground.

Immediately after the "boom", the entire competition platform actually collapsed, and the solid load-bearing stone pillars under the stage were broken by Ye Ling's roar.

This is still the result of his efforts, after all, there are so many people watching the excitement in the audience, with his current strength, if he roars hard, he may hurt the innocent.

Anyway, this time is enough for Feng Yingtian to drink a pot.

The collapse of the platform brought secondary damage to Elder Feng, and also made the surrounding audience consciously retreat.

Ye Ling clenched his fists and said to Feng Yingtian, who was lying on the ground: "Elder Feng, you can't do it, I just got up in the morning to hang my throat, why did you lie down?"

"Battle Cry" is indeed not a martial art that exists for the sake of killing, but stimulates the potential of the body through sound and plays a role in boosting morale.

But even so, Feng Yingtian still couldn't afford it.

Ye Ling stepped forward, pretending to help Feng Yingtian get up, and then said: "Look at your red eyes, it must have been the Spring Festival last night, right? ”

Ye Ling punned on every word, and every word was heart-wrenching.

Feng Yingtian carried out a top-secret mission yesterday, and he was humiliated by Ye Ling at this time, which was really hard to say.

"I'm angry, I'm angry!

Feng Yingtian was in a hurry, and turned over and slapped Ye Ling's throat!

Ye Ling could feel that Feng Yingtian not only used all his strength this time, but also used his own killer weapon, the position of his palm, the aura converged into a vortex, trying to pull Ye Ling's neck.

Feng Yingtian had a smile on his face, as if Ye Ling's death was a sure thing.

But in the next second, he felt that his body was a little strange, as if it had become a big magnet, and instead of catching Ye Ling, he was absorbed by Ye Ling's palm!

"Canglan Palm, Nine-Style ......" Ye Ling said lightly towards Feng Yingtian.