The entire ring was completely shrouded by Han Bing's spiritual power, and no one dared to get close to the edge of the ring by a foot of distance.

Han Bing stood in place, his left leg half-arched, his right leg took a small step back, and his eyes looked at Ling Yifeng with a trace of cruel coldness.

His drooping right palm was suddenly covered with a layer of dazzling blue spiritual power, which seemed to be glowing with a faint cold air, and as his five fingers clenched, it seemed that a blue ice ball was condensed on his fist.

This is the level of purity of the spiritual power of the Spirit Wheel Realm, which has almost gathered the invisible spiritual power into an entity, which is far from comparable to the people in the spiritual power stage.

"Ice Break!"

With a low cry in his heart, Han Bing raised his head, the expression on his face became more and more hideous, and he stomped on the ground fiercely under his feet, shooting towards Ling Yifeng, and the hard bluestone floor tiles on the soles of his feet actually "clicked", cracking out one after another spiderweb-like cracks, spreading to all sides.

"Spiritual skills?" Ling Yifeng muttered in a low voice in his heart, "You can really look down on me!"

Ling Yifeng's heart moved, and an almost substantial flame instantly condensed on his right fist, the flame rose two or three feet high, and a scorching wave of qi slowly swung.

This is a volume of mortal-level intermediate spiritual skills that he has practiced - "Red Flame Fist", he has never used it since he was promoted to the Spirit Wheel Realm, when he was still in the ninth layer of spiritual power, his spiritual power was at most able to cover the entire fist with blazing spiritual power, and now, his spiritual power strength has increased dozens of times, and the spiritual power flames that can be condensed are much stronger than before.

"Red Flame Fist!" With a low shout in his heart, Ling Yifeng clenched his fists and stepped forward, not avoiding Han Bing's overwhelming spiritual power at all, but instead rushed towards it.

"Bang!"

The fierce collision of ice and flame, a strong spiritual force wind to the place where the two of them clashed fists and suddenly spread out in all directions, a huge roar, accompanied by a "whoosh" sound as if ice water was poured on the fire. Even though they were a few feet away, they were all affected by the aftermath of the spiritual power that spilled from it, and the hot steam made them grab their sleeves to cover their faces.

In the thick white mist, the two figures each jumped back a step, confronting each other but no one made a move.

The white mist dissipated, revealing the figures of the two of them.

The one that was a little shorter was Ling Yifeng, the sleeve of his right arm seemed to be torn apart by a powerful force, shattering down to his shoulder. At this point, his right arm hung limply at his side. He stretched out his other hand to hold his right shoulder, a trace of pain appeared on his immature face, he grabbed his right shoulder with his left hand, twisted and twisted fiercely, and only heard two "clicks", like the terrible sound of joint collision. Immediately, the painful look on Ling Yifeng's face eased, and he moved his arm easily.

"Hiss!" I don't know who took a breath of cool air, and everyone sighed, in the terrible spiritual storm just now, Ling Yifeng's arm was actually shocked and dislocated, you can imagine how terrible that blow was just now! Moreover, the outcome of this duel was immediately visible!

"This Ling Yifeng is indeed worthy of being a genius in Luoyu City for a hundred years, even if he has been stopping at the early stage of the Spirit Wheel Realm, the power he has burst out cannot be underestimated!"

"Fortunately, the opponent is Senior Han Bing, if you change someone, I'm afraid you may not be able to beat him!"

"Isn't that right? Senior Han Bing is the eighth-ranked master in the Spirit Academy's rankings!"

"Hey, why is this Ling Yifeng still unwilling to admit defeat and step down?"

Everyone felt a slight doubt, it stands to reason that the challenge in the ring is only divided into victory and defeat, regardless of life and death, win or lose, and the loser admits defeat and gets off the stage, if he refuses to admit defeat, he will be despised!

"Ahh

Suddenly, there was a scream from the crowd, and everyone followed the man's gaze to another tall figure in the ring that had just emerged from the mist.

Han Bing's body seemed to be shaking slightly, and a trace of red blood spilled out from the corner of his bulging mouth! He stared at Ling Yifeng with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost. Looking at his right arm again, it also hung limply to one side.

Everyone looked at Han Bing incredulously, and they didn't know how to close their mouths when they opened wide.

After Ling Yifeng moved his arm, he slowly walked towards Han Bing, and said lightly: "Don't hold back the residual blood in your chest, spit it out quickly, holding back the injury is not conducive to you, and it is not conducive to you to admit defeat!"

After listening to Ling Yifeng's words, Han Bing didn't know if he was so angry that he opened his mouth, and a stream of blood gushed out, and with his body shaking violently, he finally couldn't support it, and fell down on his back.

"Huh?"

The people below could hardly believe their eyes, the eighth ranked powerhouse in the dignified Spirit Courtyard was actually defeated by a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy who had stopped at the beginning of the Spirit Wheel Realm and was expelled from the Spirit Academy, and he was defeated so badly.

"Big brother!" Han Tianhu didn't care about anything, climbed into the ring, took out a vial from his arms, poured out two or three small pale yellow pills, and quickly stuffed them into Han Bing's mouth. He glanced back at Ling Yifeng tremblingly, and was a little trembling by his eyes. At this time, Ling Yifeng was no longer at all like the young man who was kind and didn't care about anything in his heart, in his eyes, Ling Yifeng seemed to have turned into a terrible demon, so that he no longer dared to look at him.

"Hurry up and take him to the pharmacy, there is still a cure!" Ling Yifeng said lightly, without looking at him, he turned around and walked off the stage.

The ring was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, they all just wanted to see if Ling Yifeng had the strength, no one dared to believe that he would defeat Han Bing, and some people even secretly opened the market to bet on this competition, they didn't bet on who won or lost, in their opinion, winning or losing was a sure thing, they were betting on how long Ling Yifeng could last under Han Bing! None of them thought that it would be this kind of result.

Ling Yifeng's gaze swept around, and many people lowered their heads in horror and didn't dare to look at him, those people were thieves with weak hearts, and there were many people who criticized him behind his back. Ling Yifeng didn't pay attention to these ants, he had already proved his strength, and these people should no longer dare to chew behind his back.

Walking out of the ring, wherever Ling Yifeng went, the flow of people made way for him, he beckoned to Ling Yu, and Ling Yu also walked towards him with a shocked face. Ling Yifeng's performance was also something he never dreamed of.

"Brother Feng!" Ling Yu was still a little stunned, and asked in a daze, "Are you really my Brother Feng?"

Ling Yifeng couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to throw him a roll of his eyes.

"In the face of absolute strength, all doubts and suspicions will disappear, don't care about other people's opinions, improve your own strength, the strong will never care about the opinions of the weak!" Ling Yifeng patted him on the shoulder.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the ring, as if out of thin air, and it seemed that he had been standing on it for a long time. Ling Yifeng's eyes glanced at the figure, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The silver-haired old man stood in the ring with his hands behind his back and coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention.

"What are you doing here, why don't you disperse quickly!" The old man's voice was not loud and full of majesty, and when everyone heard what he said, they immediately turned into birds and scattered, not daring to slack off at all. Ling Yifeng also turned around and walked towards the outside of the spiritual courtyard.

"Yifeng, you stay!" The old man's voice sounded in Ling Yifeng's ears, and Ling Yifeng had no choice but to stop and turn around to salute him.

"Hello Mr. Zhong!"

This short and thin old man was none other than Zhong Yuanli, the dean of the Tiannan Spiritual Academy, and he was also a powerful spiritual cultivator whose strength had reached the late stage of the Spirit Realm.

With a flicker, Zhong Yuanli had already stood in front of Ling Yifeng, and Ling Yifeng was also surprised by this strange speed and took a slight step back.

"Yifeng, you just made a big splash!" Zhong Yuanli smiled slightly and said to Ling Yifeng kindly.

Ling Yifeng sneered and didn't know what to say, so he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"In the past three years, you have always been a child who knows how to forbear, your spiritual power has not improved, and you don't care if you are ridiculed by the people around you. Zhong Yuanli's voice changed: "But why did you come to the Spiritual Academy the day after you were removed from the Spiritual Academy, making such a big move? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the old man?"

Ling Yifeng bowed and saluted, and said, "Old Zhong, you recruited me to study in the Spirit Academy, Yifeng is grateful, my failure to cultivate is also because of my own physical reasons, no wonder anyone." It's just that some people deceive people too much, and they criticize me, and they even hurt my relatives, so I ......."

Zhong Yuanli nodded slightly, his attitude softened, and he laughed: "I can't blame you, I have to splatter blood for five steps when I am angry, not to mention a genius like you, haha!"

"However, do you blame the old man for not leaving you in the spiritual courtyard?"

"Yi Feng doesn't dare, Zhong Lao's kindness, Yi Feng is grateful, I can't cultivate spiritual power anymore, and staying here has no effect!"

"Actually, there is a reason why I removed you from the spiritual temple, your father has already found a way to heal your soul for you, but I am afraid that it will not be available for a while. We can't let you waste time in the Spiritual Courtyard!" Zhong Yuanli laughed mysteriously and didn't explain much.

"You go back first, your battle today may be able to change your family's old man's opinion of you, maybe you can get the soul repair elixir faster! However, your shot this time is really a bit heavy, Han Bing's arm bone was broken into three pieces by you, if you don't have excellent bone wound medicine, I'm afraid that even if you get better, you will have sequelae, this evil breath, presumably the Han family will not let you go easily! You have to be careful!" Zhong Yuanli finished speaking, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, just like when he came.

It's really a dragon that sees the head but doesn't see the end!

"Han family?" Ling Yifeng shook his head, turned around and walked towards the outside of the spiritual courtyard.