"Did you find out that Ye Bohu seems to be a bad person and is coming in a fierce manner."

The disciples found that Ye Bohu had a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and his eyes were wide open as if they were about to kill someone.

"He's gone in, he's gone in!"

Finally, under everyone's gaze, Ye Bohu stepped into the circle No. 40.

"Zhang Yifeng really wants to fight Ye Bohu!"

"The two had a conflict just now, and this must be a tough battle."

At this time, on the ring, Ye Bohu was very excited and very excited. He looked at Zhang Yifeng, laughed and said, "Boy, I didn't expect to meet you. I can only blame you for being unlucky! Brother Jiang stopped me just now, but now, I see who can stop me, I want to tear your mouth apart!"

Ye Bohu looked at Zhang Yifeng, and the bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

Just now, Zhang Yifeng was not only arrogant and arrogant, but also called him trash. Now he was lucky to be able to face Zhang Yifeng.

"Tear my mouth?" Zhang Yifeng also smiled, "You seem to be quite confident."

Ye Bohu smiled arrogantly: "I am still confident in dealing with you, a fifth-ranked person. I will introduce myself officially. Ye Bohu, 35, is known as the Thunder Hand."

Zhang Yifeng pretended to be surprised and said, "So you are Ye Bohu, the thunder hand."

Ye Bohu smiled even more wonderfully: "Since you know me, don't resist stubbornly later. Maybe I will make you feel better."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head, "I'm sorry. I've probably heard of the number one Liu Xiaohu, except for the first person in the Flame Hall, I really haven't heard of the rest."

"You!" Ye Bohu's face turned cold, and he wanted to tear Zhang Yifeng's mouth away immediately, but he endured it. Before the elder said that the game had begun, he was a violation of the rules now, and the rematch was much stricter than the preliminary round.

"Hmph, I'll see when you can still be hard at the time of your mouth when you are in the game. I hope your body will be as hard as your mouth!"

Zhang Yifeng was not angry at all and said lightly: "You don't have to worry about my body. Just be careful of your hands later."

Ye Bohu knew that he could not tell Zhang Yifeng, so he stopped making anger, and snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

Finally, the forty circles were all in their positions, and the atmosphere on the ring became tense. But strangely, the first person in the eight halls was not hostile to each other. This made the onlookers a little depressed, so they could not see the dragon and tiger fighting.

But thinking about it, the good show seems to be coming, and I can't hurry now.

"Since everyone has found their position, the game begins! Remember to leave the circle under your feet or have no way to stand up again, you will lose."

The elder's words were like Huang Lu Da Zhong, which kept echoing, and instantly detonated the Tianzi Hall.

"Roar! Lin Feiyu, I love you, come on!"

"Goddess Zeng Xiaotian from Yuezitang, you will always be my goddess."

"Jiang Wujin, you are the strongest!"

In an instant, all the audience roared to the sky, shaking the sky.

The rematch was already crowded, and the entire martial arts training ground accommodated thousands of people.

The sound of cheering, shouting, cheering, and confession came one after another, one after another.

The scene was boiling!

"Occursed!"

With the roar, the battles in various circles began almost at the same time. The battle between Zhang Yifeng and Ye Bohu also began.

"Zhang Yifeng, please tremble for my fists!"

Ye Bohu sneered and launched the attack first. He wanted to step on Zhang Yifeng to let Zhang Yifeng understand that since it is garbage, don’t be arrogant!

Otherwise, you will die!

Seeing that Ye Bohu did not transform into a beast cultivator, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "You are a beast cultivator, why don't you transform?"

Ye Bohu smiled confidently: "If you want to defeat you, why do I need to transform?"

Zhang Yifeng smiled. He should have said this sentence, but he didn't expect it to be used by Ye Bohu to pretend.

But where does this come from confidence? Zhang Yifeng's cultivation is in the fasting stage, which is equivalent to a acquired master. Even when fighting against Jiang Wujin, he has a good chance of winning. But now an ant has not transformed, which is simply asking for trouble.

"Damn it, boy!"

As the sound fell, Ye Bohu took the initiative to attack.

"Attack! The third man Ye Bohu took the lead in launching the attack. I wonder if Zhang Yifeng can withstand it."

The spectators who were paying attention to Zhang Yifeng's battle suddenly became tense. Even Sima Han and Fang Ling sniffed Zhang Yifeng.

"Boy, die!"

Ye Bohu is the third master of the Flame Hall, nicknamed the Thunder Hand, because his hands are as sharp as Thunder.

Ye Bohu's awakening of the beast blood is the blood of the wild beast mantis, and his hands are like sickles, fast, accurate and ruthless. Unfortunately, in order to humiliate Zhang Yifeng, he did not even carry out the transformation of the beast cultivator.

On the opposite side, facing Ye Bohu's attack, Zhang Yifeng just stood there lightly, with a calm expression, like a stone, still standing still.

"Damn! Zhang Yifeng didn't move. Should he admit defeat? Or did he think he could block Ye Bohu's hands with his own body?"

"This Zhang Yifeng is too arrogant. Don't he know that the power of the two-handed brother Ye Bohu's hand is even the second young man in the Flame Hall will suffer a great loss? His handed power is born with relatively strong and belongs to the natural divine power."

In the eyes of spectators, although Ye Bohu has not transformed and is not in the strongest state, Zhang Yifeng has not transformed either. They don’t believe that Ye Bohu’s attack cannot cut off Zhang Yifeng’s skin!

"court death!"

In Ye Bohu's opinion, Zhang Yifeng's actions are undoubtedly seeking death.

Finally, Ye Bohu's hands wanted to touch Zhang Yifeng's body.

Bang bang bang bang.

Several sounds sounded, and the true energy scattered everywhere, splashing a circle of smoke and dust.

All the disciples who were paying attention to the battle between the two, staring at Yanchen with wide eyes, breathing a sigh of relief for Zhang Yifeng.

Soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and a figure appeared in everyone's sight. His waist was straight and he stood like a pineapple.

This man was Zhang Yifeng. There was no scar on his body.

Wow!

All the audience was dumbfounded and took a breath.

Zhang Yifeng did not dodge or avoid it, and he really took over Ye Bohu's attack with his body only.

"Come on... take it! Is this... Zhang Yifeng a freak? It seems that he has no injuries at all."

In the circle, Ye Bohu was also stunned and looked at Zhang Yifeng in surprise, unable to believe his eyes at all.

"Impossible, impossible! You must be wearing armor."

Soon, Ye Bohu found an excuse. The reason why Zhang Yifeng was able to take him with his body was that he had a high-level inner armor protection.

As soon as he said that, all the spectators suddenly realized: "Yes, inner armor, Zhang Yifeng must have worn inner armor." Apart from this explanation, they could not believe that Zhang Yifeng's physical body could be so strong. You must know that Zhang Yifeng did not transform.

Zhang Yifeng smiled contemptuously: "Inner-Article? I, Zhang Yifeng, don't need these external objects. Although my body is not very strong, it is impossible to break it with your strength. Do you want to vent your anger for Jiang Wujin? Sorry, you can't do it. The only thing you can do is failure. Because, with one punch, I will defeat you!"
Chapter completed!