The two monks did not expect Ye Feng to fight back under such circumstances, and all their thoughts were still on the two magic weapons in Ye Feng's hands. [^]

"Bang!" The two monks were hit by Ye Feng's magic weapon at the same time, and their bodies flew towards the protective cover of the talisman array.

Ye Feng left no room for anything now, and his opponent had already made such a plan to defeat himself, so he didn't have to be polite, defeating his opponent to enter Qinglong Academy.

As soon as the magic weapon was taken, Ye Feng's body also moved.

He stretched his feet to a tiny inch, and came to an opponent in one step and punched him with a simple punch.

"Bang!" The simplest move of the black tiger to get to the heart.

But it is the most practical. As a cultivator, he will not use pure physical contact as a means of attack. He either attacks magic weapons or martial arts. If Ye Feng rushes forward to attack like this, it is rare in the world of cultivation.

The monk who was hit by Ye Feng trembled and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Ye Feng's punch was so powerful that it hit the opponent's heart. The true energy in the fist went directly into the opponent's internal use along the contact point, causing great damage to the opponent's internal use.

In the blink of an eye, the three opponents were solved by Ye Feng, and there were only three left of the six monks who besieged Ye Feng.

The three of them looked at each other and looked at each other. Ye Feng's combat power was too strong. Before he could express anything directly here, he was half solved by others before he could make a move. I really can't believe it.

But Ye Feng did not stop, but turned his body in the air and ran towards the monk closest to him.

"Ah!" The monk was naturally unwilling to surrender. Those who could come to Qinglong Academy to participate in the assessment were not incompetent people.

It can be said that Ye Feng was able to kill three opponents by surprise just now, which was also a factor in the sneak attack. The opponent thought Ye Feng would really admit defeat, but he was careless, so he was successfully attacked by Ye Feng. This was entirely blamed on them for underestimating the enemy.

In fact, everyone has heard of Ye Feng's name before, but out of absolute confidence in themselves, they also look down on Ye Feng a little, thinking that Ye Feng is just a country bumpkin, and the achievements Ye Feng has made are among these young people.

In Junjie's eyes, Ye Feng was just his luck, and no one really took Ye Feng seriously.

In the talisman formation, after seeing Ye Feng's courage, he realized the horror of Ye Feng, so he remembered the way of joining forces, thinking that Ye Feng would definitely be driven out by the joint efforts of several people.

The monk who was targeted by Ye Feng had already experienced a long battle before, and the spiritual energy in his body was consumed a lot, but he was worthy of being a disciple of a major sect and did not retreat at critical moments.

With a loud roar, he gathered all the spiritual energy in his body, stretched out his palm flat, and greeted Ye Feng's fist.

Just as Ye Feng rushed towards this monk, the other two monks also reacted and launched attacks on Ye Feng from left to right.

If they did not launch an attack at this time, I am afraid that Ye Feng would really send all six of them back to his hometown.

Ye Feng exerted force at his feet and shrank into an inch. This technique became more powerful as Ye Feng's cultivation increased, and he easily avoided the attacks of the two monks behind him.

Ye Feng's fist did not stop, and the powerful spiritual energy formed a black tiger with bloody mouth in front of Ye Feng's fist, biting it at the palm of his opponent.

"Puff!" Heihu bit his opponent's palm in one mouthful, and then his two powerful upper and lower jaws were pressing together.

"Crack!" A breaking sound came into everyone's ears.

"Ah!" The monk who was bitten by the black tiger transformed by Ye Feng's spiritual energy screamed, his palm broke from his wrist, and his entire palm was bitten by the black tiger.

As a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he does not have the ability to regenerate broken limbs. It is said that if he wants to regenerate broken limbs, he must become a master who is stronger than a master in the Nascent Soul Stage. Ye Feng doesn’t know much about what level it is.

Of course, some peerless spiritual medicines can also regenerate the broken limbs, but even the sects behind these monks do not have such spiritual medicines. Not everyone is as perverted as Ye Feng, and possesses all kinds of treasures. If there is no such situation,

This monk is probably a one-handed hero all his life.

Ye Feng cut off one palm. If he continues to persevere, he will definitely be dead. This monk's head is not too stupid. He knows that he is not afraid of burning firewood. He can practice without a palm.

After the head is over, it is going to be reincarnated.

So the monk just looked at Ye Feng with resentment, as if he wanted to remember Ye Feng's appearance deeply in his mind, and then jumped out of the talisman formation.

At this time, Ye Feng felt a wind coming from behind his head and a magic weapon came.

The two monks behind him took action while Ye Feng was solving the monk. I have to say that the two monks had a good time to choose. It just so happened that Ye Feng was focusing on the monk. At this time, he wanted to

It's too late to take action.

While moving quickly, Ye Feng took out the hills on his clothes and faced the magic weapon of the two monks.

"Bang!" The magic weapon of the two monks shattered the hills that Ye Feng had shot. The hills emitted in panic did not have enough power and were easily resolved by the two of them.

"Swoosh!" A magic weapon flew past Ye Feng without hurting Ye Feng.

"Puff!" Another magic weapon was right at Ye Feng's shoulder.

"Yeah!" Ye Feng let out a low muffled groan, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Feeling the magic weapon on the back, it should be a cone-shaped weapon. It is very inconvenient for Ye Feng to move around and limit the operation of the spiritual energy.

"Hahaha, I hit Ye Feng." The monk who controlled the magic weapon to hit Ye Feng laughed loudly, seeing that he was no less happy than the number of places he had appeared.

No wonder, in this talisman formation, although there are three Jindan stage cultivators, after a fierce battle, everyone recognized Ye Feng's strength and thought Ye Feng was the most powerful cultivator in this talisman formation. Who would have thought

If it appears, Ye Feng must be solved first.

Ye Feng slowly turned his body, with no trace of emotion in his eyes, neither joy nor sorrow, nor even a trace of pain, just like this cone magic weapon inserted into someone else's body, it has nothing to do with him.

Both monks were excited and looked at Ye Feng.

"You two, please be aware of your feelings and go out by yourself, otherwise I will be not polite." Ye Feng said lightly.

"Hahaha, joke, you have been seriously injured by my magic weapon, and you dare to speak wildly. I think you don't cry until you see the coffin. You must let me knock you out of the talisman formation, right?"

The monk said disdainfully that at this time, Ye Feng still fantasized about driving others out of the talisman formation.

Not to mention that he wouldn't think that Ye Feng had such ability. Even the examiner who watched the formation outside the talisman formation felt a little regretful for Ye Feng. He originally thought that Ye Feng had obtained the quota for promotion in this group, but he didn't expect to be injured like this.

In the hands of other monks.

"Okay, since I must take action, then don't say I'm merciless." Ye Feng's words suddenly became extremely cold. This was the first time he was injured in the battle between the monks of the same level, so Ye

Feng was also filled with anger.

"Puff!" Ye Feng took off the magic weapon on his back without even frowning, and he casually put the conical magic weapon into the world of his body, and then suddenly exerted force under his feet and ran towards the monk who injured him.

The monk who injured Ye Feng was still proud. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng could resist after being hurt like this, but he thought it was just that Ye Feng refused to admit defeat.

He didn't care about Ye Feng's attack, but released a magic weapon and flew towards Ye Feng who was rushing up.

But Ye Feng's target was not him, but another monk not far away. This monk was also one of the six monks who joined forces to attack Ye Feng, and now there are only two of them left.

Ye Feng's body suddenly twisted strangely in the air, like a flexible python, spitting out the poisonous core and running towards the somewhat relaxed monk.

"Puff!" Ye Feng suddenly had a sword in his hand, and he picked it up the monk's thigh with one sword, and then he pulled it up with force, and the monk's body flew out of the talisman formation.

After picking the monk out of the talisman formation, Ye Feng's body immediately turned, and the sword in his hand stabbed at the monk's magic weapon that injured him.

"Ding!" The sword happened to stab the monk's magic weapon. Ye Feng's steps were unstable and he took more than ten steps back.

"Dang thump!"

"bite!"

The sword stabbed deeply into the ground, and stopped the retreating body, but Ye Feng's breathing became heavy.

"So awesome!"

"Good cultivation!"

Other monks who were still fighting were watching and saw Ye Feng fighting against six, and he could still not be defeated when he was seriously injured, dismantling his opponent's attack and even occupying the momentum. It was really rare, and there were many generous ones.

The monk loudly cheered Ye Feng.

"You are the only one left in your alliance. Do you still want to decide the winner with me?" Ye Feng held the sword in both hands and kept gasping for breath, but did not take the initiative to attack. It seemed that he was working hard.

Recovering spiritual energy, excessive consumption of spiritual energy and physical injuries. Even if Ye Feng's physique is unique, he cannot withstand such an attack. What's more, when fighting against Feng Dongcai's Qiankun map, Ye Feng had already consumed too much spiritual energy.

, and also suffered internal injuries.

"Ye Feng, you are already like this. Am I a fool? I will give you a chance to speculate, a joke!" The monk who injured Ye Feng sneered. No one would be a fool if he had such cultivation at this age.

On the contrary, they are all talented and extremely intelligent. He saw that Ye Feng's current situation should be at the end of his strength and was barely holding on.

If you are afraid at this time, you will be extremely stupid.

He thought it would be easy to drive Ye Feng out of the talisman formation, so at this time his choice was to attack.

The flying sword in his hand flew towards Ye Feng with a harsh twitch.

"Oh!" The flying sword rushed towards Ye Feng quickly, almost piercing the space.

He would never choose to fight Ye Feng in close combat. Everyone could see Ye Feng's strength. At this time, the most important thing was to defeat Ye Feng while protecting himself from injury, and accept the challenges of other monks.

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"I don't give up, right? Then I'll give you some color. Even the injured crazy gangster is not something you can fight against." Before Ye Feng finished speaking, a golden light had already flew towards his opponent's flying sword.

"Cold!" The golden bowl hit the flying sword, making a pleasant sound.

"Buzz!" Ye Feng slapped his clothes, and a string of hills flew towards his opponent.

The flying sword was blocked by Ye Feng's golden bowl, and the hill flew over. The monk did not dare to be careless and quickly released another magic weapon.

Ye Feng seemed to have made up his mind in his ears, just to drive his opponent out of the talisman formation. The magic weapons on his body were like they didn't have money, flying out one by one, and the target was the cultivator on the other side.

Moreover, the level of the magic weapon is used by the Jindan stage monks, and any one you take out will attract attention.

The cultivator on the opposite side complained secretly and did not fight Ye Feng in close combat. Unexpectedly, his disadvantages were more obvious in competing magic weapons. Ye Feng was like a human-shaped magic weapon warehouse. He could have at least dozens of magic weapons flying in the air.

From Ye Feng's hands.

Such a battle cannot continue.

"Cough cough!" Just as the opponent was retreating step by step, Ye Feng suddenly coughed violently, accompanied by a violent cough and blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, dripping to the ground and turning into striking blood flowers.

The opportunity has come. Ye Feng was seriously injured and he will definitely not last long. As long as he persists for a while, he can seriously injure Ye Feng.

The opponent thought secretly, and at the same time, he was so energetic that he gritted his teeth and persevered.

But Ye Feng would not give him a chance.

"Go out." Ye Feng straightened his body straight, and his hands were filled with light. A small tripod with a blue light flew towards his opponent.

The small tripod is covered with broken marks and looks like it will be broken at any time.

"Bang!" The opponent was already busy by Ye Feng's dozens of magic weapons. He was not as energetic as to fight Xiaoding, and was hit in front of the chest by Xiaoding.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the opponent flew out of the talisman formation directly.
Chapter completed!