readx;? Yang Feng's opponent in the second competition was a man in Chinese costumes, this person's height was extremely conspicuous, Yang Feng stood in front of him, his head was only level with his shoulders. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cultivation of the Huafu Han is in the late stage of Qi refining, and as soon as he enters the field, he keeps staring at Yang Feng, as if he is very curious about how a mid-stage Qi refining cultivator can pass yesterday's competition.

Yang Feng didn't care about this contemptuous gaze, self-righteous people often lose the most, no matter how the opponent's cultivation is, they should be taken seriously.

This man in Chinese clothes despises his opponent without knowing the details of others, which is already a big taboo, even if the opponent is not Yang Feng, he is doomed to failure.

After the competition began, the big man in Chinese clothes saw Yang Feng standing quietly in place, and felt that this mid-stage Qi refining monk might be afraid, and after laughing a few times, his body rushed out quickly, raised his palm, which was nearly twice as big as ordinary people, and slapped it on the top of Yang Feng's head.

Yang Feng saw that this person was ruthless, and his heart was a little more unhappy, and at the same time as he came, he used his spiritual power, leaned forward, and swept his body to the side of the big man in Chinese clothes, and punched him out of the chest.

"Ugh!"

A scream came from the mouth of the man in fancy clothes, and the punch hit his body, even his bones were almost shattered, and his body shot backwards uncontrollably.

Seeing that the man in fancy clothes was about to be knocked out of the ring, at this time, he quickly took out a halberd from the storage bag and stabbed straight into the bluestone ring.

The halberd pierced the bluestone slab and was firmly embedded in the crack in the stone, and the man in the costume stopped his body because of this.

He gasped heavily, Fang Cai's contemptuous eyes were full of fear at this moment, the blow he received, whether it was speed or strength, was already comparable to that of a half-step God Refining Realm cultivator.

After taking a few breaths of relief, the man in the Chinese costume stood up straight again, and when he was quickly thinking about how to defeat the opponent in his heart, Yang Feng walked towards him again.

The man in the Chinese costume sank, secretly stretched out his right hand behind his back, and took out a palm-sized three-legged round tripod from the storage bag.

After quietly injecting a lot of spiritual power into it, this dim and dull round tripod suddenly shone brightly, flew out of the hands of the man in gorgeous clothes, and floated in front of him.

The big man in Huafu sneered a few times, and raised his voice: "This Yuanding has even killed a half-step cultivator of the Divine Realm, I don't believe you can stop it!"

Yang Feng sensed a trace of danger from this Yuan Ding, he released his Divine Sense to investigate, but was surprised to find that there was a strange aura shrouded in the Ding, and this aura actually swallowed his Divine Sense.

While speaking, the big man in the Chinese costume shot dozens of spiritual power into the Yuanding in a row, and this small Yuanding grew seven or eight times in an instant.

Then, with a wild laugh from the man in the Chinese costume, the round tripod slowly turned around, and the mouth of the tripod roared away at Yang Feng.

After noticing the strangeness of Yuanding, Yang Feng's right hand was lightly touched on his waist, and under the flash of white light, the spear appeared in his hand.

Yuanding rushed over with a powerful momentum, Yang Feng's eyes shrank, staring at the trajectory of Yuanding's movement, and at the moment of its arrival, the spear in his hand suddenly raised, aimed at the mouth of the ding, and stabbed out.

A strange scene appeared, after the spear pierced into the mouth of the ding, the tip of the spear seemed to be squeezed by dozens of irregular breaths, and it actually swung at the mouth of the ding.

At the same time, a strange aura erupted from Ding's mouth, enveloping Yang Feng.

Yang Feng snorted coldly, the Star Picking Technique worked quickly, and the vast spiritual power in his body instantly poured into his hand, and then he grabbed the spear tightly and pulled it out of the Dingkou.

Immediately after, Yang Feng's body flashed to the side, and after a loud shout, he swung his spear and stabbed at Ding's body.

"Zheng!"

The tip of the spear stabbed on the body of the tripod with a powerful force, and the three-legged round tripod was offset by a distance of four or five zhang.

Then, Yang Feng's body flew to Yuanding, raised his palm that was already full of spiritual power, and slapped it fiercely on Yuanding's side.

After this beat, the round tripod buzzed and vibrate, and the light on the tripod quickly dimmed, and after a few breaths, it fell lightly on the ring.

The man in the costume "groaned" in his heart, his biggest reliance was the Yuanding, when his offensive was broken by Yang Feng, his heart was already terrified to the extreme, and he just wanted to leave the ring quickly.

However, before he could jump out of the ring, Yang Feng's body appeared in front of him, and then he saw a huge fist shadow rushing over.

As the screams sounded, the body of the man in the Chinese costume was like a stone that had been thrown, and it flew dozens of feet away before falling to the ground.

In this second game, Yang Feng won again.

There is no doubt that Liu Yingying also passed the second day's competition, she has a half-step cultivation at the peak of the God Realm, and her strength is at the top of these cultivators, and she will definitely fight to the end.

After the second day, there were still sixteen monks left, and among these sixteen people, except for Yang Feng, the rest of the people were all above the late stage of Qi refining.

Most of these monks did not contribute much in the first two days of the competition, and for them, the real battle began on the third day.

After a night's rest, the competition of the remaining sixteen monks began.

Yang Feng's opponent in this competition is named Lin Yuanshan, he is one of the three Yan Kingdom monks that he and Liu Yingying saw before, but he didn't expect this person to be able to win two games in a row and squeeze into the top sixteen.

Lin Yuanshan was dignified, and he was not surprised to see that Yang Feng was a mid-stage Qi refining cultivator, and as soon as he came on the field, he smiled and said: "In Xia Lin Yuanshan, from Yan Country Guiyun Sect!"

Hearing him report to the sect, Yang Feng said slowly: "Yang Feng, a cultivator of the Earth Spirit Sect!"

Hearing this, Lin Yuanshan's complexion changed suddenly, obviously he didn't expect to meet the monks of the Chu State here.

But after a while, his face returned to normal, and he arched his hand at Yang Feng and said, "Although our two countries are neighbors, I will not show mercy in this competition!"

Yang Feng smiled and said, "As far as the relationship between you and me is concerned, do you still need to say anything about the mercy of your subordinates?"

"The competition begins!"

The referee of this competition was a middle-aged man in the late stage of Qi refining, and as he gave an order, the bodies of the two people on the field quickly rushed out and fought together.

As soon as Lin Yuanshan made a move, he almost used all his strength, making fierce moves, attacking people's vital points, and not having the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy.

Yang Feng resisted with one hand and attacked with the other, this Lin Yuanshan was able to win the first two competitions, not by luck, his strength was still relatively strong.

After the two of them fought for fifty or sixty moves, Yang Feng keenly noticed that Lin Yuanshan's aura seemed to be a little disordered, and he was overjoyed, and the strength in his hand increased a few points.