Lin Ke frowned and stared at the elder named Yu under the No. 1 arena. The other person also stared at him. There was still a faint smile on the old face, as if he was not doing anything secretly, but there was some encouragement in his eyes.
and a look of admiration.
Remembering this old face, Lin Ke looked towards the direction of Bai Yunge, Xue Qinglan, and Yan Feng. He did not jump off the ring in a hurry and argue with Elder Yu, as they had guessed, but stood there quietly, his eyes
But it was quite cold.
"Do you really think that I am easy to bully? Since you have taken the initiative to provoke me, don't blame me for being rude." Lin Ke thought to himself.
Xue Qinglan's eyes showed a strange look, and she said: "He actually stood motionless on the ring. Could it be that he has accepted his fate and is not prepared to resist?"
"This is exactly how smart he is. He must have guessed that we have arranged various means. Even if we step down and argue with Elder Yu, it will be useless. It will only make us more embarrassed." Bai Yunge said.
"What if he just admits defeat?" someone asked.
Bai Yunge stared at the man as if he were an idiot and said: "Ignorance! All outer saints have only one chance to challenge the masters of the "Tiger List". If he misses it, he will have to wait until half a year later. This person
Being able to defeat Gu Xian with three punches means he is not weak, so I must give it a try."
Yan Feng jumped up, drew a beautiful arc, and landed on the ring.
A sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami sounded from below the arena. After all, Yan Feng was a famous genius from the outer sect, and he was once almost as famous as Bai Yunge.
It seems quite ridiculous for such a person to be challenged by an unknown ninth-level untouchable.
"That ninth-level untouchable named Zang Feng must be humiliating himself!"
"I don't think so. Three days ago, that ninth-level pariah defeated Gu Xian with three punches. His strength should not be underestimated."
"Half a year ago, Yan Feng was able to win the twenty-seventh place on the "Tiger List". He has five orifices in the Dantian, and his cultivation speed is so fast. Now he is estimated to have the strength to enter the top ten of the "Tiger List". "Tiger List"
The top ten, in the entire White Tribulation Star, are all the first-class pride of heaven, how can that ninth-class untouchable compare to him?"
"It is said that the ninth-level untouchable is a body-refining warrior."
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Discussions arose one after another. Most of the saints did not think highly of Lin Ke. They just wanted to see how badly he would lose?
Some inner saints came nearby to watch the game, and they were quite concerned about the top talents on the "Tiger List".
There are a total of more than ten inner saints, all of them are masters, with auras like rainbows, and they are the pillars of any family. When walking on the street, showing their identity, ordinary mortals have to kneel down.
They were sitting on a boat, floating in the river, and could overlook the arena.
"Yan Feng is still very powerful. It is said that his vitality has reached 420 inches thick. Within a year, he should be able to reach the ninth level of the Great Martial Scripture and become an inner saint."
"A genius like him with a different kind of vitality will soon become a strong man in the inner sect if he enters the inner sect."
"Even now, some weak inner saints may not be able to suppress him."
The Xie brothers and sisters were also on the boat. When they saw Zang Feng challenging Yan Feng, they all shook their heads with pity in their eyes.
Jie Mei snorted softly: "This guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth dares to go against Bai Yunge's group before he can stand firm. Today, Yan Feng will definitely teach him a heavy lesson."
"Hey! If I had known earlier, I should have warned him that he was still too young. I hope Yan Feng and Bai Yunge won't go too far." Jie Zangjian sighed.
On the arena.
Yan Feng was worried that Lin Ke was too afraid of death and would admit defeat without fighting, so he immediately attacked without any nonsense.
The sword was not unsheathed, but the blade was swept across and hit Lin Ke's neck.
Crack his throat first and deny him a chance to speak.
Yan Feng's speed was so fast, it was like he was wielding a shadowless sword, beyond the recognition ability of the naked eye. Few saints in the outer sect could avoid it.
Amidst the exclamations, Lin Ke took a step back, narrowly escaping from danger.
"The reaction speed is quite fast."
Without hesitation, Yan Feng struck out with his second sword, still attacking Lin Ke's throat.
Lin Ke moved sideways and narrowly avoided it again.
Then came the third sword, the fourth sword...
Yan Feng struck with seventeen swords in a row. Each sword seemed very dangerous, but it did not even touch Lin Ke's hair.
When Yan Feng struck out with his eighteenth sword, Lin Ke punched out, accurately hitting the top of the scabbard, and knocked Yan Feng backwards with his sword.
There was an uproar under the arena.
"What do you mean? Is Yan Feng deliberately letting off steam?"
"How can Yan Feng's strength be so weak? It shouldn't be!"
Even Xue Qinglan was annoyed and said: "Do Yan Feng and Zang Feng really have any grudge? Why does it feel like Yan Feng didn't use all his strength at all?"
Bai Yunge's eyes became serious, and he shook his head and said: "It's not that Yan Feng didn't use all his strength, but that Zang Feng was really powerful, with mysterious footwork, as if he could predict Yan Feng's every attack in advance."
Gu Xian was angry and happy in his heart, and said: "Now you know how strong Zang Feng is, right? I lost to him with three punches. It's not that I was useless, but that he hid it very deep and is a real master."
Bai Yunge snorted coldly: "Yan Feng's strength is by no means limited to this. His sword hasn't been unsheathed yet!"
Yan Feng stared at Lin Ke deeply and said, "Originally, I thought you were only good at throwing knives, but I didn't expect that your movement speed is so amazing. No wonder you are so confident."
"Wow——"
The sword is unsheathed.
Yan Feng's sword was a two-star elemental weapon with thirteen weapon imprints inside it. The imprints revived, and red flames burst out from the sword, exuding scorching heat, like a divine furnace burning and the air boiling.
The outer saints under the ring finally realized how powerful Yan Feng was. Just the sword in his hand had the power to melt gold and turn iron.
If it falls on them, they will be wiped out in an instant.
"Let's see how you can hide."
Yan Feng raised his sword and drew out a foot-long flame, cracking the black iron rock on the ground. The speed of the sword increased dramatically.
Lin Ke finally felt a hint of pressure, and nine body-refining marks appeared all over his body, and they rushed towards his fists. With one move of the wind fist, the powerful wind swept through most of the arena.
"Bang."
The fist and the flaming sword collided together, making a loud noise.
With nine body refining marks wrapped around his fist, even a two-star elemental weapon-level battle sword could not hurt Lin Ke in the slightest.
However, Lin Ke's strength was not as good as Yan Feng's after all. After a brief collision, his figure continued to fall back ten feet and retreated to the edge of the ring before he stabilized.
The cuff of his right hand was burned to ashes by the flames.
Although Yan Feng had the absolute upper hand in this round of confrontation, Lin Ke's performance still shocked the entire audience.
"To bump into the two-star elemental war sword with your fist, am I right?"
"Can a body-refining warrior be so perverted? He's too strong. If that punch just landed on me, I'm afraid I would be beaten to pieces."
"This Zangfeng is much more powerful than Qi Hong. He is simply a ferocious beast in human form."
On the boat in the distance, the inner saints were also startled.
A saint from the inner sect said in surprise: "Can you refine your body to such an extent? Did he just use wind fist? Another pervert appeared in the outer sect."
"With his strength, if he goes one step further, he can already break into the inner gate. Hehe, I am really looking forward to the birth of the first saint who refines the inner gate."
Lin Ke's punch just now was so stunning that many people got to know him again.
"No wonder he was able to kill Yuan Yicheng. His brute force was quite large. It seems that he had to use the master's method to do it."
Yan Feng felt embarrassed to use the Master's method to deal with a body-refining warrior. However, if the battle lasted for a long time, he would be even more embarrassed.
"Twelve postures of returning to the clouds, returning to the clouds and Qixia."
The vitality of Yan Feng's whole body circulated according to a special route, integrating with the mysterious sword moves. His body turned into a phantom, and the sky was filled with sword light. The flames on the sword were like clouds at sunset, crushing towards Lin Ke.
Lin Ke's martial robe seemed to be filled with wind, swelling up, and the vitality in his body quietly circulated, gathering towards his right fist.
After cultivating Yuanshen, as long as the Yuan Qi does not rush out of the body surface, no one can sense the fluctuations of Yuan Qi in his body.
"It seems I have to strike hard next time to establish my authority. Otherwise, if everyone comes to provoke me and plot against me, how can I practice with peace of mind?"
"The storm thunders."
Lin Ke closed his eyes, combined his physical body and vitality, drew his bow and stepped forward, and punched out.
The nine weapon marks gathered on the fist, and the wind force gathered into a gaseous fist mark the size of a water tank and flew out, followed by the second, third...
Ten gas fist seals in a row collided with Yan Feng's sword skills. Each crack was like thunder, shaking a radius of ten miles. The saints under the ring were even more shocked, their eardrums were trembling, they were dizzy, and they were almost killed.
Stunned to the ground.
"puff!"
Yan Feng vomited blood and was thrown backwards like a scarecrow.
In the distance, Bai Yunge stood up suddenly, stared at the ring with his eyes, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "This punch weighs 30,000 kilograms and can shake ten tripods. How is it possible?"
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