Chapter 67, it's you who beat it

Ye Chenfeng looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

This young man is more than 1.6 meters tall, considering that he is still at the age of growing his body, he may be able to reach 1.7 meters in the future. There was still obvious immaturity on his face, but his eyes gave people a very strange feeling, as if an old soul lived in his young body.

And the strangest thing is what he wears.

According to the rumors of the Ye family, Feng Dashao was defeated by a concubine, but the young man in front of him was wearing a blue and white disciple uniform, indicating that he should be a disciple of the lineage, but he said that he also participated in that battle...... No, that time probably can't be called a battle at all, it's basically Feng Dashao being crushed unilaterally.

The young man in front of him confirmed Ye Chenfeng's previous guess, that time he was beaten to autism was just a symptom, and the real situation may exceed everyone's estimates.

"So, you're here to keep beating me?"

Children, if you talk in a crepe manner, it seems a little fake, and Ye Chenfeng can be regarded as following the local customs.

Moreover, according to the experience of the previous life, the aborigines of the Remnant Sun Continent didn't care if you came up with one or two unfamiliar words, in fact, they didn't even care about you as a person before you didn't have any fame and strength.

Only the strong are qualified to be noticed by everyone, and only the strong have the leisure to pay attention to whether their words and deeds are appropriate.

"Beat you?" the boy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear a hint of fear in your tone, and to be honest, I was somewhat disappointed. ”

"Do you really think that the gap between you and Ye Reverse Scale is only in cultivation?"

"Stupid. ”

"The gap between you is like a heavenly moat, even if you cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Condensation, you can't make up for it, and the result of another battle will be the same. ”

"What's more, with the talent he has revealed, will his cultivation realm still be left behind by you?"

The young man leaned against the trunk of the tree, as if he was talking to an acquaintance about today's weather, without any killing intent and momentum, but it made Ye Chenfeng inexplicably alert.

Normally, this showed that Ye Chenfeng's spiritual sense was reminding him that the other party's strength was above him!

Spiritual awareness early warning is a kind of high-level use of spiritual knowledge, only monks who have been immersed in this way all year round can master some rules, after Ye Chenfeng got the demon thought, his spiritual sense was also affected by it, and he was more sensitive to the fluctuations of other people's thoughts, so just from putting a casual action, he had already judged a rough idea.

But at this moment, a feeling made him a little excited.

There are many monks who cultivate above him, but in the realm of the condensation period, there are few who can be above him in strength.

Not to mention that Ye Chenfeng now has a preliminary control of blood qi, replacing the meridians with blood, and he can perform some exercises and moves from his previous life, and with his spiritual sense alone, he can crush all the monks in the condensation period.

If it weren't for the scruples of the foundation building period cultivator who noticed his unusually large spiritual sense, Ye Chenfeng could even secretly control the entire family's Qi Condensation Stage disciples, refining them one by one into his own puppets, helping him to exhale spiritual energy and nourish the Sea God Tree.

However, Ye Chenfeng himself was very disdainful of this kind of demonic approach, so he found another way.

And now, the young man on the other side can be said to be at the right time, what are the deficiencies of Ye Chenfeng's blood qi cultivation method, and a close battle can be easily tested.

"Ye has his ambitions, he has his ideals, it is impossible to accept your challenges endlessly, and I am standing here to make sure you understand this. Seeing that Ye Chenfeng didn't speak, the young man continued.

"If you're obsessed, I don't mind beating you up!"

The young man's posture did not change, but he turned his head and swept a sharp gaze.

"Anyway, you are a quasi-young master after all, after Mrs. Ye took charge of the family, the cultivation environment of the Ye family's disciples has indeed changed a lot, so for your mother's sake, I won't seriously hurt you. But just to prevent you from pestering, I'm only going to give you three chances. ”

The young man stretched out three fingers and shook them at Ye Chenfeng.

"After three times, if you continue to harass Ye Yingscale, or pestering the wind and rain. ”

The young man stood up straight, facing Ye Chenfeng.

"I, Ye Qing, will never show mercy to your subordinates!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man suddenly dispersed his aura, as if a violent wind was coming, blowing Ye Chenfeng a little unable to open his eyes.

Monks in the world, the first layer of condensation qi can condense the aura in the body, and the aura in the meridians is endless; the second layer of condensation qi, the aura subtly improves the physique, opens up the meridians, and allows the monk to have a physique comparable to that of a warrior; the third layer of condensation qi can achieve the release of aura, and only those with high talent can try to cultivate the technique; the fourth layer of condensation qi, the aura in the monk's dantian has accumulated enough, and the aura in the body is long; and Ye Qing's aura released at this time, the sense of oppression is like substance, and his cultivation is at least above the fifth layer of condensation.

Ye Chenfeng could feel that he was not a pure cultivator of the fifth layer of condensation, but a realm that he was constantly refining in actual combat again and again.

The same condensation five layers, this Ye Qing gave him the feeling ...... Able to hit two leaf undertones.

Of course, this refers to Ye Ming being in a normal state, if Ye Ming is nothing but everything, and he uses all his strength to urge the Netherworld Death Qi sealed by his right arm, even against the half-step foundation building monk, Ye Ming is not without the power to fight.

"Ha, I'm sorry. Ye Chenfeng smiled. "I think Brother Ye Qing probably hasn't heard the news yet. After my young master was beaten, he probably injured his brain, and he couldn't remember a lot of things, and I would like to thank Brother Ye Qing for telling this young master that I was the one who beat me that day!"

The moment the last word came out, Ye Chenfeng's figure suddenly blurred, and then disappeared.

Seeing this, Ye Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes, and he could barely see an extremely faint figure, almost stretched out of human form, rushing towards him from the place where Ye Chenfeng was!

This kind of speed is not at all something that a monk with only one layer of condensation can burst out, even if it cooperates with the body method, the spiritual energy in the body of a monk in this realm cannot support such a high-speed body method at all. But Ye Chenfeng did it, and almost made Ye Qing unable to react.

"Sword step. ”

Although Ye Qing was surprised by his speed, he didn't lose his proportions. Everyone is a monk, and if you don't have the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box with one or two hands, you don't need to cultivate any immortals.

Besides, if there is only speed, it will have no effect on Ye Qing at all.

He stepped out in one step, but closed the distance by six or seven steps out of thin air, and the speed made it seem like an illusion, in the words of the game, it gave people an awkward feeling of dropped frames.

But Ye Chenfeng was not awkward, this kind of visual perception did not even produce any waves in his heart. Holding a sword flower in his left hand, he carried Ye Mingkong's sword behind him, Ye Chenfeng's right fist blasted out, and the speed was a few points faster, almost at the moment after Ye Qing stepped out, the fist had already met Ye Qing's face.

"Shhhh

Ye Qing's footsteps were wrong, his body was short, and he narrowly avoided this punch, but the punch that almost rubbed his cheek still made Ye Qing's cheeks hurt.

He was surprised by the power of the young master's punch, and the movements in his hands did not stop, the sword fingers of both hands came out, and the two sword qi condensed between his fingers, and he was about to aim at Ye Chenfeng's meridians, but he found that the punch that had just flashed had already turned into a fist, and a ball of blood-red qi condensed in the palm of his hand, condensed into a maple leaf in the blink of an eye, and then slapped it with a palm!