Ye Feng's flowing movements caused a burst of exclamations from the stands.
"Wow!"
Although Yao Zidan of Zhudan Sect was still sitting calmly, his eyes were burning with anger.
"As expected of being Ye Kong's disciple, the villain succeeds!" Yao Zidan said angrily.
Seeing Ye Feng stand up, the other Xiaoyao Peak disciples couldn't help but feel happy.
Jiang Ming was kneeling straight on the battlefield, but no one else knew that Ye Feng had hit Jiang Ming's acupuncture point.
Jiang Ming sensed that his acupuncture points were sealed, and wanted to circulate his true energy to force the plum blossom needle out of his body. However, Jiang Ming tried several times and found that he could not even circulate his true energy.
A pair of eyes with pupils of different colors looked at Jiang Ming like this.
Ye Feng still remained vigilant, fearing that Jiang Ming could break through his body-locking spirit secret on his own.
Jiang Ming tried to no avail and met Ye Feng's strange eyes again.
Ye Feng's strange eyes seemed to have magical power, making the hair on Jiang Ming's body stand on end.
"I...I admit defeat." Jiang Ming's voice was trembling, and he sounded a little scared.
"Dang Dang~ Dang" the gong sounded.
"Battle platform No. 132, Xiaoyao Peak Ye Feng wins!" the voice of a disciple of the Xinghe Sect announced.
"Awesome! Xiaofeng." Bai Wuchen in the stands praised Xiaofeng.
"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, so handsome!" Mu Qianqian shouted directly as Ye Feng's fan girl.
Lin Yaoyao was originally worried about Ye Feng. After all, he was the disciple with the lowest cultivation level in Xiaoyao Peak. Unexpectedly, he won. Lin Yaoyao showed a pleased expression.
Ye Feng heard Mu Qianqian's cry and smiled happily. He felt that although he could not bring honor to Xiaoyao Peak, he could not embarrass Xiaoyao Peak either. He did it!
The match had already been decided. Ye Feng stepped forward and came to the kneeling Jiang Ming.
Ye Feng squatted down and rotated his right hand, activating powerful spiritual power to generate suction and suck out the two plum blossom needles on Jiang Minghe's top acupoint.
Then suck out a plum blossom needle from Jiang Ming's Shangxing point.
"I'm offended!" Ye Feng clenched his fist at Jiang Ming.
Although the plum blossom needle was gone, Jiang Ming did not immediately resume movement.
Ye Feng stood up and prepared to leave.
"Hey! When will I get better?" Jiang Ming shouted to Ye Feng.
"It depends on your mood." Ye Feng said playfully.
In fact, it only took a moment for Jiang Ming to resume muscle activity, but Ye Feng thought that he had just been trapped in Jiang Ming's golden shield for so long!
Ye Feng couldn't swallow this breath. When he just pulled out the needle, he tapped Jiang Ming's acupuncture point and asked Jiang Ming to continue kneeling in this posture for a stick of incense.
After Ye Feng got off the stage, he did not look at the stage, but walked toward the room.
The Xiaoyao Peak disciples in the stands knew that Ye Feng was going to the room to take care of Ji Changsheng. Now Xiaoyao Peak only had one game left for Chen Haoran.
Chen Haoran naturally heard the gong sound that Ye Feng had just finished fighting.
"Xiao Feng has finished the battle. As a senior brother, naturally I can't lag behind."
Chen Haoran smiled and said gentle words, and when Yungang, who was opposite Chen Haoran, heard these words, he felt that Chen Haoran's whole body strength had increased a lot.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the dust on the ground suddenly rolled up.
The wind roared like an angry dragon panting violently.
Chen Haoran showed a bewitching and evil smile.
"God is really helping me!"
Chen Haoran rose into the air, suspended in mid-air, and the strong wind blew up the tail of Chen Haoran's clothes. The wind became more and more fierce and unbridled, like thousands of troops, majestic and tearing everything apart ruthlessly.
Facing Chen Haoran's powerful momentum, Yungang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of exclamation.
Oh my god! That’s scary!
Chen Haoran closed his eyes and felt the power of the wind with his spiritual consciousness. Then he moved the sky with his hands, and the invisible wind was moved between his palms.
"He is indeed the son of luck! Fengdu gave him face." Mu Qianqian was very envious.
Hearing Mu Qianqian's praise of Chen Haoran, Ye Hongxue, who is also a son of luck, was not convinced.
No, I have to perform a wind-controlling performance next time.
As soon as Chen Haoran opened his eyes, Yungang couldn't help but tremble.
Chen Haoran rushed towards Yungang as fast as the wind.
Yungang closed his eyes in fear, and Chen Haoran raised the corners of his mouth.
The moment he was about to approach Yungang, Chen Haoran changed direction and passed by Yungang.
But Yungang, who closed his eyes, could only hear the rapid sound of "whoosh~hoo".
Yungang opened his eyes in fear and found that Chen Haoran was no longer in front of him.
"Hey!" Chen Haoran said from behind Yungang.
Yungang was frightened, his whole body trembled, he collapsed on the ground, and turned around tremblingly.
"Trash!" Yun Jingting, the master of Yin Yang Peak who was sitting in the stands, couldn't stand it anymore and cursed loudly.
Yun Jingting directly transmitted the message to Yungang.
"Don't embarrass me Yin Yang Peak, you useless thing!"
Yun Jingting's voice reached Yungang's ears.
"Nothing" echoed in Yungang's mind, deeply hurting Yungang's heart.
Yungang remembered that his senior brothers had bullied him since he entered Yin Yang Peak. Even the new junior brothers also bullied him. His master was also very disappointed with him. Everyone said that he was useless!
It was not easy for me to be selected to participate in the Xuanwu Association. The other disciples never cheered me up. My master also told me not to embarrass Yin Yang Peak before I went on the battlefield.
Yungang's eyes slowly became angry, and the weak spiritual power around him was also strengthening.
Chen Haoran felt it and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Why! Why do you all look down on me!" Yungang roared loudly.
Yungang stood up, his eyes no longer showed fear towards Chen Haoran, replaced by anger.
Chen Haoran smiled jokingly. It turns out that anger can really stimulate potential.
When Yungang saw Chen Haoran's ridicule, he jumped up and punched Chen Haoran, his fist filled with Yungang's silent anger.
He must win! Yungang has only one goal now, which is to prove himself.
Chen Haoran resisted, but he didn't expect Yungang's anger to be so powerful, and he seemed to be completely different from Yungang just now.
Seeing that Chen Haoran could resist his attack, Yungang decisively teleported and moved behind Chen Haoran.
Yungang once again held a heavy fist, used his spiritual power to strengthen the power of his fist, and hit Chen Haoran hard in the back.
Chen Haoran didn't expect that as Yungang's strength increased, his speed also increased. If he wasn't careful, he was punched by Yungang.
"The game has become more interesting." Chen Haoran felt that this game was worth taking seriously.
Yungang's cultivation level is the same as Ye Feng's, in the foundation building stage, but Chen Haoran is in the late stage of Jindan. At the beginning, Chen Haoran was very playful and just wanted to play with Yungang. Unexpectedly, his potential was stimulated.