Ye Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, he had long known that this competition was not fair at all, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Yang Wenluo wanted to kill himself, but he didn't call anyone to help, but Yang Wenluo confessed.

Night Spirit Wind stared at Yang Wenluo and said, "I'm sorry, Lord City Lord, it's hard to recover the water, even if I want to stop attacking, it's impossible." ”

He wanted to see if Yang Zhongyuan would make a move. If he makes a move, then he will have to disqualify Yang Wenluo from the competition.

"Father, father, save me...... Killing Wolf was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came behind Yang Wenluo, and with a claw, Yang Wenluo could feel the strong sword qi burrowing into his body and ravaging his meridians.

"Damn, give the old man a ......" Yang Zhongyuan couldn't care so much when he saw this, and immediately flew up to Yang Wenluo's side and clapped his hands.

A palm strike is as endless as rolling waves, and the night spirit wind is terrifying, is this the strength of the late Yuan Infant?

Night Spirit Wind's face turned pale, and he said with a dissatisfied expression: "City Lord, since you have admitted defeat on behalf of Yang Wenluo, please go down, don't delay others to challenge." ”

Night Spirit Wind looked around and found that no one had stopped it, and it seemed that this was an unwritten rule that everyone recognized.

In the end, the two eyes fell on his father Ye Wudao's body, only to see Ye Wudao nodding slightly, Ye Lingfeng understood, if he and Yang Wenluo switched roles, I believe that my father would not hesitate to save himself.

However, those who are loose cultivators, or those who have no power, are different, and Night Spirit Wind secretly swore in his heart. If one day you can make your own rules, then you must treat everyone equally.

Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but be angry when he looked at his son's half-pale and half-red and swollen face, but when he checked his son's body, he was furious.

I saw him gently put his son down and glared at Ye Lingfeng and said: "Ye Lingfeng, you should die, you actually abolished my son's cultivation, I want you to pay for your life." ”

Saying that, Yang Zhongyuan's cultivation in the late Yuan Infant was unabashedly released by him, this is not Yang Wenluo's kind of promotion by secret methods, but the genuine Yuan Infant late stage.

Ye Lingfeng said with a solemn face: "Yang Zhongyuan, what are you going to do, you must know that your malicious appearance has made Yang Wenluo disqualified from the game, do you still want to use your power for personal gain and deliberately kill people?"

Yang Zhongyuan was stunned for a moment, he was so sharp-toothed, and immediately said angrily: "Night Spirit Wind, if you abolish my son's cultivation, isn't it a violation of the rules?"

You are from the same city of a thousand nights as him, and you are naturally a brother when you go outside, and you maliciously abolish your brother's cultivation for injustice.

And the old man is the city lord of Thousand Nights City, and you call him by his name, which is disloyal.

What's more, the old man has known your father for many years, and you don't respect me because of unfilial piety.

Let me ask, how are you, a disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unrighteous person, qualified to participate in the competition?"

Ye Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, and laughed loudly and said: "What a disloyal and unfilial, unkind and unjust, I asked the city lord, your son Yang Wenluo wants to kill me first, and my counterattack is unjust, I abolish his cultivation and say that I am unkind."

It is true that you are the lord of the city, but you rely on the old and sell the old, and you will not hesitate to break the rules of the game to rescue your son Yang Wenluo, if I disrespect you, you are disloyal.

You said that you have known my father for many years, but you bully the small, and I want to resist, but you say that I am not filial.

Haha, then may I ask the city lord, who is disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust, and what is wrong with my night spirit wind......"

Night Spirit Wind's heartfelt words were sonorous and powerful, and they went straight to the hearts of the people, and even all the cultivators present were in awe, and they all stood up and applauded Night Spirit Wind.

Zong Hao, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, stood up and clapped his hands: "What a righteous young man, Ye Lingfeng, if you don't want to join the Human Emperor Palace, you are willing to come to my Haotian Sect." ”

When Night Spirit Wind heard this, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the sect seniors, Spirit Wind has written it down." ”

And Yang Zhongyuan was pale, he didn't expect that there were so many people to maintain the Night Spirit Wind, and Ye Wudao was also present, it was obviously impossible for him to avenge Wen Luo.

"It seems that we can only wait for the people from the Emperor's Palace to come in the future. Yang Zhongyuan's eyes flickered, and he simply suppressed this hatred.

Yang Zhongyuan had no choice but to pick up his son and fly to the attic, and when he left, he said viciously to the night spirit wind: "You'd better wash your neck, sooner or later, the old man will clean up your night house." ”

Night Spirit Wind shook his head unmoved, but at this moment, Yang Wenluo, who was in Yang Zhongyuan's arms, suddenly raised his hand and slapped Night Spirit Wind.

Ye Lingfeng didn't expect Yang Wenluo to be so despicable, he made a sneak attack, and accidentally hit his palm nail for a while.

"It's really hateful, the son of the dignified city lord is so despicable, this annual meeting is really ridiculous..."

Yang Wenluo's actions obviously aroused the anger in everyone's hearts, I thought it was a simple annual meeting, but I didn't expect the city lord himself to repeatedly violate the rules and treat the rules as nothing.

At this moment, Ye Lingfeng covered his heart and stood against the sword, glaring at Yang Zhongyuan's back and suddenly slashing out a sword.

Feeling the attack of the sword qi, Yang Zhongyuan didn't care, but snorted coldly: "The rules of the game don't say that sneak attacks are allowed, haha." ”

Yang Zhongyuan was very proud when he saw this, but as soon as his laughter fell, he heard Yang Wenluo in his arms suddenly scream.

It turned out that it was the sword qi slashed by the night spirit wind that cut off his son's arm.

Yang Zhongyuan was puzzled: "How is it possible, how can a monk in the Dan stage break through my talisman barrier?"

Feeling Yang Zhongyuan's puzzled gaze, Ye Lingfeng smiled and said, "It's incredible, I didn't expect that an inconspicuous sword qi in your eyes cut off one of your son's arms, haha, this is what he brought on himself." ”

Yang Zhongyuan was furious, and immediately handed over his son to his subordinates to take care of, and flew up to kill the night spirit.

At this moment, Yang Zhongyuan had already been carried away with anger. I have forgotten that this is still a competition, and I only have hatred for Ye Lingfeng in my heart.

However, how could Ye Wudao sit idly by, and immediately turned into a sword and came to the field, and a sword slashed out, and suddenly the sky was dark and the wind surged.

I only heard Ye Wudao say coldly: "Yang Zhongyuan, that's enough, if you dare to touch a single hair of my son, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life." ”

Rumble......

With Ye Wudao's loud shout, Yang Zhongyuan came to his senses, and glanced at Ye Wudao and Ye Lingfeng's gray end with resentment.

Now that he has done such a thing, he naturally can't still have the face to stay here and preside over the watch.

Ye Wudao hurriedly stepped back and looked at Ye Lingfeng and said, "Feng'er, how are you." Will you be able to hold on?"

Night Spirit Wind shook his head, but instead began to heal.

This palm nail is worthy of being a unique secret weapon specifically for the human heart, but the night spirit wind is born with a reversal of the meridians, and the heart is not on the left, so it only suffered a little skin trauma.