"Boy, I won't let you go." Hearing the roar of laughter from around him, Ling Xijie couldn't bear this. He was furious. His handprints changed strangely, and his martial energy surged and trembled.
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"Your sister, why don't you have a dry mouth after talking so much nonsense? Why don't you stop and have a cup of tea first?" Ling Yunfeng glanced at the former lightly and continued.
"Haha!" As Ling Yunfeng finished speaking, there was another burst of laughter from the audience.
"Ah! Boy, you will regret it." Ling Xijie shouted loudly, drew several strange arcs with his hands, and suddenly formed a seal. The martial energy in his body suddenly roared out, and his face instantly turned pale.
Immediately, a dazzling green light flashed out from Ling Xijie's palm, temporarily covering up the brilliance of the scorching sun in the sky like a small green sun.
"Human-level advanced martial arts Hammer Rush, what a nonsense! This martial arts is so powerful that even an ordinary ninth-level warrior would have a hard time with it. Stop him quickly." Seeing the seal in Ling Xijie's palm, Ling Pengyi immediately shouted angrily and turned around to look at him.
Turning to the Seventh Elder, he said: "Seventh Elder, you have to teach Xijie a lesson when you go back today. I'm afraid my father will be unhappy if he finds out what happened today."
Hearing this, the seventh elder looked a little bitter and nodded in agreement. He also knew that Ling Xijie's attack today was indeed too heavy, and he was obviously going to kill him. It would be okay if Ling Yunfeng was still the good-for-nothing before.
But he is now a rare genius in the family for hundreds or thousands of years. If something happens today, I am afraid the old patriarch will be furious.
Xiao Xianghan was sitting on the chair with a smile on his face, as if he wished Ling Yunfeng would be beaten to death as soon as possible.
"I'll stop him." Ling Pengyi said, and then stood up and left the stage.
"Wait a minute, Feng'er seems confident." At this moment, Ling Zhanxuan hurriedly held him down and said.
After hearing this, Ling Pengyi paused and turned his attention to Ling Yunfeng on the competition stage. He saw that Ling Yunfeng had also stopped at this time.
"Are we finally going to use all our strength? Then let's solve it with one move." Seeing Ling Xijie's move, Ling Yunfeng's face sank, but he immediately sneered, and a crystal white palm print had condensed on his palm.
"Soul-killing seal, go!" Immediately, Ling Yunfeng shouted loudly, and pushed out the palm print in his hand. Then a white palm print as big as a palm flew up into the air from the palm of his hand, and instantly transformed into a two-meter-sized illusory giant tiger.
"Ho ho!" The giant tiger phantom suddenly let out a soul-shaking tiger roar, filled with a strange aura and rushed towards Ling Xijie.
Seeing that Ling Yunfeng had launched an attack at him at some point, Ling Xijie's expression changed drastically, and his body hurriedly retreated. However, the palm print was incredibly fast, and it instantly entered the center of Ling Xijie's eyebrows under Ling Xijie's horrified gaze.
At this moment, Ling Xijie's eyes trembled for an instant, and a strange force penetrated into his mind all at once, and the green palm prints on his palm suddenly froze temporarily.
"This is the moment, Mountain-breaking Fist!" Almost at the same time, Ling Yunfeng rushed forward quickly, his right palm suddenly turned into a fist, and a dazzling earth-yellow light appeared on the fist surface, shaking the air ripples, mixed with
With a fierce momentum, he hit Ling Xijie's chest hard.
"Bang!"
"Crack!" A low sonic boom sounded, and then the sound seemed to be mixed with a few sounds of broken bones. Then, a stream of blood mist suddenly spurted out from Ling Xijie's mouth, and his body was like a
The bird with a broken wing flew backwards and landed directly under the competition platform.
"Bang!" The body fell to the ground, causing a burst of smoke, and Ling Xijie spurted out another mouthful of blood.
"Ah!" A scream came from Ling Xijie's mouth. He tried to get up, but the injury in his body was affected and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.
"You actually won?" Everyone around looked at this scene in a daze, unable to recover. Is it true that they could still win despite being four levels different in cultivation?
"Roar!" After a short moment of silence, a burst of warm cheers suddenly erupted from the surrounding area.
"Ling Yunfeng, Ling Yunfeng!"
"Ling Yunfeng, I knew I could win money betting on you."
"Alas, we lost miserably!" I heard some excited and helpless sighs from the crowd, and I also knew that many people won a lot of money from Ling Yunfeng, and some also lost miserably.
"Soul skills? It seems that Brother Yunfeng is not simple. There must be some secret behind it, otherwise it would be impossible to become an alchemist and have such weird soul skills." Ling Mengyu turned his eyes and murmured.
"You actually won? Why was Ling Xijie suddenly stunned just now? What happened?" Seeing that Ling Yunfeng could actually win, Ling Xueyan looked a little surprised, but she didn't know what was going on.
"I won, I won, the young master won, ten thousand gold coins." Ling Mo jumped up excitedly, as if he saw a pile of golden gold coins placed in front of him.
"Fortunately, he wasn't injured." Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart in her throat was finally relieved. What she cared about was not whether her son could win the game, but just not getting hurt.
"Soul skill?" When the senior officials of the Ling family in the stands saw the soul-killing seal used by Ling Yunfeng, they were a little surprised. With their eyes, they could naturally tell that Ling Yunfeng was using a soul skill.
Soul skills are extremely rare and precious things. You must know that the entire Ling family, which is quite powerful, does not even have the lowest set of soul skills. At this time, I saw Ling Yunfeng actually using soul skills, and it seemed that
That power also knew that this soul skill was probably not simple, and it must be at least yellow level or above, so how could he not be surprised.
"Soul skills? Feng'er actually has soul skills? Finally, the power of the combination of soul skills is greatly increased, and the level of his martial arts is not low. It seems that he is not simple." Ling Zhanxuan murmured in a low voice.
"Xijie." At this moment, the seventh elder suddenly came to his senses, jumped down from the stand, helped Ling Xijie up, and checked him. He found Ling Ming's serious injuries, and immediately raised his head and stared at him with resentment.
Ling Yunfeng said coldly: "You little bastard, you are so cruel." He actually forgot that Ling Xijie had been merciless in his attacks just now, and the last move clearly wanted Ling Yunfeng's life.
"To each other! I learned from you, but I didn't learn it well enough, otherwise the body lying here would be a corpse." Ling Yunfeng said coldly, his tone was not polite at all, but he remembered the seventh elder's family.
He had been bullied a lot in the past, and the elders meeting tried hard to expel him from the clan.
"You..." After receiving such an rude reply from Ling Yunfeng, the seventh elder's face turned red and he was about to break out.
"That's enough, Seventh Elder. This is a first-grade elixir. Take Xijie back to heal his wounds. Remember what I just said." At this moment, Ling Pengyi flashed and jumped to Ling Yunfeng's side to take the elixir.
Yaoban said calmly to the seventh elder.
"Yes." The seventh elder took the elixir and responded with a twitch of muscles on his face. Ling Pengyi's status in the Ling family was only lower than that of the old patriarch. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he had to help Ling Xijie leave with a gloomy look.
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"Good boy, are you okay?" Ling Pengyi patted Ling Yunfeng on the shoulder and said with a satisfied smile.
"Thank you Uncle Wu, I'm fine." Ling Yunfeng said softly with a smile on his somewhat pale face.
"Yunfeng."
"Brother Yunfeng, are you okay?" At this moment, two beautiful figures came to Ling Yunfeng and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Ling Yunfeng said with a slight smile.
"Elder Ling Huang, announce the result!" Ling Pengyi turned around and said to the green-robed elder.
"Yes." The Qingpao elder announced loudly: "The first place in this clan competition is Ling Yunfeng!"
"Roar, Ling Yunfeng! Ling Yunfeng!" As the green-robed elder's voice fell, the surrounding crowd burst into warm cheers again.
"Master Ling Yunfeng is so awesome!"
"I just discovered now that Ling Yunfeng is actually very handsome. Look at how charming he is when he smiles!"
"Take away the lady's soul."
"Fuck you!" Several maids and a group of girls from the Ling family in the audience watched Ling Yunfeng's play with wide eyes.
"Xueyan, please take your brother down to rest first." Ling Pengyi said.
"Yes." Ling Xueyan responded, and then the three of them walked off the competition platform.
"Brother Yunfeng, are you okay? Are you seriously injured?" As soon as the three of them stepped off the competition stage, Ling Yan quickly came over and asked, looking up and down Ling Yunfeng. However, due to the awkward relationship before,
Dare to get too close.
"I'm fine." Ling Yunfeng said softly, but his eyes were looking at Ling Yan's body a few more times without revealing any trace. This little girl is still young, but her figure has already developed into a voluptuous, voluptuous and long figure.
It's okay if it's big enough.
"Well, I knew that Brother Yunfeng would definitely take first place." Ling Yan said with a slight smile, two shallow dimples appeared on her delicate face, and there was a hint of purity in her charming temperament.
"Master, good job, I knew you would definitely get the 10,000 gold coins." At this time, Ling Mo also ran to Ling Yunfeng and said excitedly.
"What ten thousand gold coins?" Ling Yunfeng asked with a stunned look.
"It's the second-level magic core. It's definitely worth ten thousand gold coins if you sell it." Ling Mo said.
"You worthless bastard." Ling Yunfeng glared at Ling Mo. This guy always thinks about money. If the second-level magic core was only worth 10,000 gold coins, he wouldn't be so desperate.
I am not willing to sell the capital to improve my strength.
"How can I not be as good as the young master? The young master is the second best if he takes first place in the clan competition." Ling Mo said seriously.
"You're just a jerk!" Ling Yunfeng rolled his eyes and said.
"Feng'er, there is a first-grade elixir here for healing. You go down and heal first." At this moment, Ling Zhanxuan came to a few people and handed Ling Yunfeng an elixir...