This abrupt sound made Ye Penglai's feet slip, and he almost fell in the process of rushing forward at great speed, so he had to stop the offensive in advance, and looked at Ye Chenfeng suspiciously, but saw the latter with a loveless expression, and pointed behind him.

I don't know when, a temporary high platform has been set up next to the ring, although I don't want to float in the air like the high platform where the elders of the big family are, but I also have a very wide field of vision. And what is being explained on this wooden platform seems to be just an ordinary casual practice.

However, his very down-to-earth explanation quickly won everyone's applause.

[I saw Ye Penglai flick a shot and re-stand, but he was at a distance from Ye Chenfeng, as if he was re-examining his destined opponent!]

Ye Chenfeng held his forehead with one hand and couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't there a lot of opponents I'm destined for......"

Ye Chenfeng didn't expect that it was just a very ordinary competition, and he actually came up with a commentary, it seems that the group of guys in the audience have done everything to make the handicap a little bigger.

If you let the fat people continue to make trouble, I'm afraid that it won't be long before they get cheerleaders......

[The eyes of a moment reflect the confrontation of an instant. Ye Penglai's old trick was repeated, and he disappeared from everyone's sight again!]

Ye Chenfeng already had in his heart, if it wasn't for the explanation, he didn't even notice that Ye Penglai launched a surprise attack again, and hurriedly turned around, only to see an afterimage approaching, so he had to step on the sword step in a hurry and stagger this fatal punch.

A red mang flew close to Ye Chenfeng's hair, and a scorched smell wafted out.

【Risk, Risk, Risk!】

[A moment of distraction, ushered in a moment of death. Ye Chenfeng waited intently, not daring to drag it out. Ye Penglai pressed forward step by step, and he didn't let go!]

"I don't want your sister to do it!" Ye Chenfeng was upset by this sudden chaotic explanation. "The two of us are just standing here and you can be so nervous by what you say, why don't you go to the teahouse to tell stories if you are so good!"

But complaining and complaining, this Ye Penglai is indeed difficult beyond imagination. Although this guy gave people the feeling that he was fighting with physical techniques, Ye Chenfeng could see that he was indeed using a spell, but this spell was not released using a magic seal or a handprint, but a more complex formation pattern.

"Ye Penglai, I underestimated you!"

In order to avoid the commentary from creating tension on the side, Ye Chenfeng had to take the initiative and open his mouth to attract the audience's attention.

"The way you fight looks like hand-to-hand combat, but in fact you use magic to push your limits, making people misjudge your fighting style. Tsk~ I have to say that your trick is really insidious!"

Ye Penglai was slightly stunned, but he felt reasonable.

It is absolutely impossible for a person who can create an ice wall of that scale to be so superficial in his eyes, and it is not impossible to see that his fighting style is not impossible, so he immediately laughed.

"The young master has good eyesight, and he does use magic in the next place, and it is now and will be in the future, young master, please!"

When the words fell, Ye Penglai didn't want to waste time.

Five fingertips lit up five flames, and threw them at Ye Chenfeng casually, although these five flames actually grew in the wind, turning into five fireballs rushing towards him.

Ye Chenfeng also responded quickly, not giving the commentary time to continue the explanation, and swiped his sword in the air, and unexpectedly drew a gorgeous chapter, but on it was a "text" that ordinary monks could not understand.

The surrounding aura suddenly shook, as if it was amazed by this article, and under the rapid convergence, a piece of ice mist was formed to block the five fireballs.

"Spirit pattern! Ye Chenfeng actually understands spirit pattern!"

This time, he didn't even use his usual tone to explain, and he didn't have time to organize the language, so he blurted out directly.

"Spirit Pattern. Isn't that something that only refiners come into contact with?"

"What does the spirit pattern have to do with magic? Could it be that he was just urging the magic weapon?"

All the monks in the audience speculated, but none of them were conclusive, and the final result was once again attributed to Ye Chenfeng's powerful magic weapon.

But the battle on the stage will not stop because of their few words, Ye Penglai was even more excited after seeing the spirit pattern, quite a feeling of meeting an opponent in chess.

He exerted force with his legs, and his speed expanded again, but this time he was obviously much more serious, pinching the trick with his left hand, condensing a piece of mist, and waving his hand, a large ice pick was scattered, covering a large space in front of Ye Chenfeng. At the same time, a flame ignited in his right hand without warning, and as the flame burned, it gradually revealed its true shape, it was actually a fire dragon wrapped around his arm, roaring and rushing out, and then he continued to absorb the spiritual energy, growing like a giant python, detouring behind Ye Chenfeng.

The ice pick rain blocked the road, the fire dragon attacked, and under the enemy's belly and back, Ye Chenfeng was still cold.

The sword finger came out again, still carving the Dao Spirit Pattern in mid-air, and then merged into one, condensing a red on the fingertips. With a single stroke, a thin line was drawn in the air, which became red in the blink of an eye, and then turned into a flow of flames, vaporizing all the oncoming ice picks.

The crisis in front of him was easily resolved, but Ye Chenfeng was not in a hurry to get away from the pursuit of the fire dragon, but with a guide with both hands, the two spirit patterns were carved into a law seal, and the water vapor that had just appeared suddenly shook, and in the blink of an eye, it surrounded the fire dragon and sealed it in ice.

"Drink—"

Ye Penglai roared, and the person had already appeared beside Ye Chenfeng, and he punched out, but he gave up continuing to control the fire dragon, and directly wrapped his hands in flames, and bombarded him continuously.

"Bumper bumper bumper!"

It wasn't the sound of spells colliding, but it was the effect of spells colliding, and the flames of a fist dispersed.

Both sides are obviously fighting with their fists and feet, but Ye Penglai's moves and styles are all blessed with strange spells, sometimes covered with lightning, sometimes burning flames, and sometimes covered with frost, which makes people overwhelmed. Although Ye Chenfeng had a strange body, he narrowly avoided the attack every time, as if he had eyes all over his body.

Although this battle is not as grand as the scene of the battle between him and Han Wanqian, it is as exciting as ever, and the feeling of wandering on the tip of the knife makes all the audience feel aroused without realizing it. Although some people with ulterior motives kept smearing Ye Chenfeng, causing almost no cheers in the ring, their intently staring appearance had already shown everything.

This is a battle that will not have any sense of disobedience even if it is placed between Tianjiao. Even in terms of actual combat effect alone, this Ye Penglai's skills are far superior to those so-called descendants. The elders of the families on the high platform understood that this was the skill honed by the perennial fighting, not to cultivate some kind of high-level exercises in the family, nor to learn one or two extremely powerful techniques that could be compared. In actual combat, there is often little chance for you to unleash powerful spells in fights between monks, and the enemy will not give you the time to gather energy needed to perform high-level exercises.