Crackling——!

There was a piercing explosion in the air, Ye Feng in mid-air only felt a shock in his right hand, his entire right arm was numb, and the sword in his hand seemed to be pierced in a hurricane mouth, the tip of the sword was uncontrollably pushed by the air current, and the hilt of the sword was almost out of his hand.

Sensing the danger, Ye Feng hurriedly raised his breath and withdrew his right arm, and then turned around in the air, skillfully performing the "Willow Step", and opened a safe distance from Xiao Ran.

"Whew~"

Ye Feng held the sword in one hand, his left hand was behind him, and he exhaled sideways with palpitations.

After he came back to his senses, he turned his head to look, but saw that Xiao Ran was still facing away from him.

It's just that the little man's body is up and down, and at some point a spherical translucent blue airflow barrier has formed inside, enveloping him, and at this time, it is constantly rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing.

"Magic weapon?"

Ye Feng muttered in a low voice, his brows furrowed, and he turned his head to look at the generation of disciples on the edge of the ring.

When he was sparring with Wang Yuting, Ye Feng once talked to him about his strength.

According to the meaning of the Wang Title Pavilion, Ye Feng's teleportation is too much to say, with Ye Feng's current cultivation, among the outer disciples, basically no one can see the flaw.

If someone can prevent Ye Feng's move, either they have a protective armor, or they have a magic weapon to protect their body, and the other is that there are many people.

It is precisely because of this that Ye Feng will show no concern when Xiao Ran comes to provoke him, and even a little contemptuous.

It's just because he trusts Wang Zhiting very much, so he also believes in Wang Zhiting's words.

But what he didn't expect was that Xiao Ran, this inconspicuous and domineering little man, didn't even move, and he resolved his "shock".

If it weren't for him Xiao Ran using a magic weapon, Ye Feng really couldn't think of a reasonable answer, but today is a matchup in the martial arts competition, not a private duel, a magic weapon is strictly forbidden by the conference.

That's why Ye Feng cast an inquiring gaze to that generation of disciples, wanting to verify his thoughts with them.

The latter felt the young man's gaze, and was also a little stunned, turned his head back and forth to look at the two people in the field, and finally understood what Ye Feng meant.

After a little silence, the disciples of the first generation gave an explanation to the young man based on their previous good impression of Ye Feng:

"Senior brother, didn't you just enter the door? He didn't use any magic weapon, it was just a kind of body protection technique of the sect, I don't know how to get it, you should deal with it carefully!"

Ye Feng was about to thank him, but Xiao Ran, who had been standing in place without moving, suddenly laughed proudly.

"Hahahaha~ Ye Feng! I said that you were a stinky miscellaneous fish, but I really didn't wronged you! I didn't even understand the types of exercises of the sect, so I dared to look at no one like that? It's really a frog at the bottom of the well!"

Xiao Ran slowly moved his steps step by step, turning his body towards Ye Feng little by little.

He put his hands on his chest, pinching his fingers, his originally fair face became ruddy because of pride, and his vicious eyes were full of banter.

"Hmph~"

Ye Feng chuckled lightly and regained his composure.

Ye Feng glanced at the other shortlisted disciples who were fighting in the ring, turned his heart sideways, and suddenly rushed towards Xiao Ran, the long sword in his hand was once again wrapped in a layer of white sword qi.

Cha~

With a soft sound, the silver blade slashed against Xiao Ran's protective airflow, leaving a deep scratch on the translucent airflow, fleeting.

In the audience, those supporters of Ye Feng and the disciples who had been bullied by Xiao Ran were all nervous when they saw this situation, and they all secretly said "It's over", and their faces also showed a gloomy.

In their subconscious, they had already decided that Ye Feng would definitely lose this battle, and even worse, they left their seats directly with their heads down, unwilling to face it.

On the judging table, the twelve elders and deacons were still watching the fierce duel between Wang Yuting and Feng Biao intently, as if they had discussed it, and deliberately did not look at Ye Feng.

Xiao Ran saw that Ye Feng was reluctant to make a move, so he couldn't help but say provocatively: "Come on, miscellaneous fish!"

With Ye Feng's current temperament, how could he care about Xiao Ran's barking noise?

But seeing Ye Feng's right arm tremble, and the silver long sword in his hand trembled slightly like a cicada's wing, he paused for a moment, smiled on his face, and slowly walked forward, stopping at a position about three steps away from Xiao Ran.

"You're not going to fight back, are you?"

Ye Feng looked at Xiao Ran with a smile.

Xiao Ran was stunned for a moment, and the mentality of winning was suddenly a little weak.

Xiao Ran's body protection technique was obtained by him from that cheap father, and the disciples of the sect normally only entered the inner gate in exchange for the contribution of the sect, and the outer disciples could not get in touch at all, so he would be prosperous in the outer gate.

However, there is a big disadvantage of this exercise, that is, after the seal, you must always maintain the command, and you can't do anything else, and even the movements must be as slow as a turtle.

After knowing that his opponent this time was Ye Feng, Xiao Ran specially investigated Ye Feng's several fights, without exception, they all disappeared suddenly, and appeared behind the opponent in an instant, and the last move was to defeat the enemy.

Therefore, Xiao Ran knew that he was not Ye Feng's opponent at all by relying on his body technique alone, so from the beginning of the battle, he used his own body protection technique, thinking of using it to consume Ye Feng's true qi, and wait until he was exhausted before counterattacking.

Originally, the plan was seamless, and the victory was in hand, but when Xiao Ran saw the thin young man in a long shirt and holding a long sword, his eyes bent like a bright moon, Xiao Ran suddenly had a premonition in his heart that he would definitely lose.

Although there was no bottom in his heart, Xiao Ran's mouth was unconvinced, he snorted coldly, and pretended to be calm and asked Ye Feng rhetorically: "Hmph! What if I don't fight back? Can you touch me?"

Ye Feng smiled and tilted his head, thought seriously for a while, and shook his head, "Hmm..... Can't!"

"Cut~"

Xiao Ran snorted disdainfully, and his heart was confident again.

Before he could say a few more sarcastic words, he was magnificent. But when he saw the young man Ye Feng opposite, his figure suddenly flickered, and the long sword in his hand slowly raised, leaving a Dao sword shadow in the air.

"Whisk the willow sword?"

"Phantom Sword?"

The generation of disciples standing at the edge of the ring, as well as the outer disciples in the audience who still had hope for Ye Feng and did not leave, exclaimed one after another.

On the judging bench, the twelve elders and deacons felt the abnormality in the field with their strong divine senses, and they all suddenly turned their heads to look at Ye Feng who was on the eleventh, with a look of surprise and suspicion.

A cold-faced spirit bird real person, staring intently at the Dao sword qi that swung out of the long sword in Ye Feng's hand, frowned, glanced sideways at the Tiangu real person beside him, and quietly asked him: "Tiangu, the outer disciple used the Wooden Sword True Man's Willow Whisking Sword Technique?"

Hearing this, Tiangu Zhenren, who had gray hair and a face like a young man, stared at Ye Feng carefully for a moment, then turned around and nodded to him, and also said, "That's right, it's the Wooden Sword Zhenren's Willow Sword Technique!"

The spirit bird real person was long in tone, just turned his body, looked at Ye Feng, a thin young man in the ring, with complicated eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that there was something wrong with my test of him at that time? How is it possible to learn this sword technique?"

There is no doubt about the power and rarity of the Willow Sword Technique, but there is also a strange feature of this sword duel.

What is so-called strange is not the move, but the requirements that "it" requires of the cultivator.

Only those with superior qualifications can learn these seven styles, so that even if an ordinary monk obtains the exercises, it is also a tyrannical thing, and it is completely impossible to appreciate the mystery.

However, Wang Yuting didn't know about this matter, because Mu Jian Zhenren hadn't told him at all, so he hadn't told Ye Feng about it.

In addition, the transmission of divine consciousness is a means only available to Jindan realm monks, and the transmission between Jindan realm and low-level monks can only play the role of unilateral communication, and only if both parties are Jindan and above cultivators, they can use divine consciousness to talk, and it is not possible to tie the Dan.

In the ring, Ye Feng at this time didn't have the heart to pay attention to the opinions of those watching the battle.

After Ye Feng finished beating the seven forms of the Willow Sword Technique, he retreated to the front of Xiao Ran, squinting his eyes and looking at the spherical body protection air flow around the latter's body.

"Sure enough!"

Ye Feng secretly said in his heart, a smile appeared on his beautiful face, he swept the long sword in his hand, and once again performed the "Whisk Willow Sword Technique", calmly walking towards the other party.

After using it for the second time, the careful Ye Feng found that Xiao Ran's body protection airflow was inexplicably weaker.

Therefore, Ye Feng had a guess, that is, although Xiao Ran's body protection airflow defense was very strong, every time he resisted an injury, it would still cause a certain degree of wear and tear.

However, Jing Hong consumed too much true qi, and after six times, Ye Feng had to run out of strength, so he used the Willow Whisking Sword Technique, which was mainly based on the phantom sword.

The result was also as expected, every sword qi of the Willow Sword Technique would cause consumption to Xiao Ran's body protection airflow, and the consumption of a sword shadow could be worth the effect of a shocking move.

In this way, Ye Feng, who saw the flaws in Xiao Ran's exercises, naturally regained the initiative!

After another set of sword duels, Ye Feng walked in front of Xiao Ran again leisurely, he held the sword with both hands behind his back, shook it twice in front of him, turned around and continued to perform the willow sword technique.

Seeing that the protective airflow around him was getting weaker and weaker, Xiao Ran, who was cowering inside, also raised his heart to his throat, and wanted to accept the finger and Ye Feng to fight in a dignified manner, but he didn't have that guts.

"You're not going to come out and fight me?"

Ye Feng returned to where he was standing before, held the silver sword in his hand, looked at Xiao Ran with a smile and asked.

"You... Do you have what it takes to come on!?"

Xiao Ran replied with a stalk on his neck, but there was a hint of cowardice in his eyes, he was gambling, betting that Ye Feng's true qi was not much left.

"Okay~"

Ye Feng nodded with a pout, and his left foot suddenly pulled back, and his momentum changed!

The long sword in his hand frantically absorbed the aura of heaven and earth around him, and soon it was wrapped in a layer of white sword qi.

Seeing this, the first-generation disciple on the side was full of surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect that Ye Feng's true qi in his body would be so abundant, obviously after attacking so many rounds, he could still use such a domineering move.