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.

What is really effective, just like Ye Penglai, fusing the spell into his fists and feet, and the seemingly casual wave of his hand is often a deadly spell!

However, even everyone on the high platform couldn't understand it, it was Ye Chenfeng, who basically didn't perform any exercises and spells from beginning to end.

On the surface, Ye Penglai was always on the offensive, while Ye Chenfeng could only avoid his edge, and had to jump up and down, dodging in embarrassment. But the people on the high platform have long been like mirrors, one of these two people has six layers of condensation, and the other only has two layers of condensation, in terms of aura consumption alone, the tactics adopted by Ye Chenfeng are the most correct. Because if you face it head-on, no matter how powerful the spell is, just the aura that supports such a spell will be far inferior to Ye Chenfeng.

What's more, Ye Penglai's spell is not like a spell in the traditional sense, it seems to be frequent, colorful, and dizzying, but in fact, it has reduced the consumption of aura to a minimum. Not to mention a monk of the second layer of condensation, even if the ninth layer of condensation consumes with him, he may not be able to win.

And now, something strange has happened.

After a long battle, the first to show fatigue was Ye Penglai, who rushed all the way!

"Whew-"

Sensing his state, Ye Penglai jumped back, withdrew from the battle circle, and then hugged Ye Chenfeng's fist.

"What the young master taught me is! I, Ye Penglai...... Throw in the towel!"

There was a sudden sound of inhalation all around, and although everyone was shocked, they quickly figured out the key.

However, Ye Chenfeng showed a puzzled expression and asked.

"What did I just teach you a lesson?"