In an instant, all the eyes of the audience fell on Chu Yiliu.
Zheng Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and he laughed secretly in his heart: Little beast, do you think it's so easy to take away my young master's things? You think it's too simple.
He took one step forward and looked at Chu Yiliu with a cold light in his eyes. This person's talent was so amazing. After entering the academy, he would definitely be a strong competitor for him. Rather than doing this, it would be better to get rid of him as soon as possible.
There was a slight look of solemnity in Chu Yiliu's eyes. If he were to use the second level of Qi Condensation to fight against the eighth level of Qi Condensation, the pressure would still be considerable, even if he was a shepherd in his previous life.
However, the power of the three moves is nothing to mention.
"Since you have something good to give me, I will accept it calmly." A smile appeared on his face.
A bottle of sixth-grade Qi Gathering Pill is quite a fortune, not to mention it is a timely help for a poor guy like him.
"How many moves do you think this kid can catch from his senior brother?" The white-robed disciples beside him were discussing in a low voice. They looked at Chu Yiliu as if they were looking at someone who was destined to die.
"In my opinion, it can only take one move at most." Someone said with a smile, "Don't you know it yet? Senior brother defeated a disciple of the sixth level of Qi Condensation with just one move."
"One move?" The person next to him took a deep breath.
"No, don't forget, Senior Brother Zheng Feng is a disciple of the Head Academy." The man continued.
The disciples of the Master are the most noble among the purple-robed disciples, and they are the ones that the white-robed disciples look up to.
"Humph, what is this?" A purple-shirted disciple said with a faint smile, "That was just Senior Brother Zheng from three months ago. In my opinion, there are very few people among my peers who can match Senior Brother Zheng's three moves."
The group of white-robed disciples took another deep breath.
A ferocious smile appeared on Zheng Feng's face, and he sneered: "You brat, are you ready? Don't let me knock you down with just one move."
After saying that, Zheng Feng suddenly had eight spiritual powers intertwining and circling, enveloping his whole person. Each spiritual power was extremely powerful, and it was obvious that his Qigong practice was more than one level better than that of the white-robed disciples.
No wonder even those in the sixth level of Qi Condensation are no match for him.
Zheng Feng smiled ferociously, and moved like a rabbit. He suddenly rushed towards Chu Yiliu, and punched out in the air. It was also a stone fist, but the power in his hand was more than twice as strong as that of the white-robed disciple before.
Boom boom boom...
There were faint thundering sounds in the air. It was impossible to break the stone with one punch.
"What a quick punch." Someone whispered.
The force of the fist aroused a sharp wind and hit Chu Yiliu directly in front of the door. Chu Yiliu's expression moved slightly and he suddenly turned sideways, but Zheng Feng's punch was close to his body and he refused to let go.
"It's not that easy to hide." Zheng Feng sneered.
Hunyuan Mu Tian Jue!
Two streams of strong spiritual power surged out from Chu Yiliu's dantian, spitting out from the palm of his hand, and shot straight towards Zheng Feng's wrist.
Although he was only at the second level of Qi Condensation, Chu Yiyi's eyes and reaction were extremely quick, which made Zheng Feng look surprised.
He only felt his wrist go numb, and the spiritual energy in his fist dispersed.
The first move was blocked by Chu Yiliu.
"You actually blocked it?" One of the disciples exclaimed. Such a wonderful move, the Stone Fist, was actually blocked by Chu Yiliu with the strength of the second level of Qi Condensation.
"Senior Brother Zheng Feng must have let it slip on purpose." A purple-shirted disciple said calmly. They didn't believe that Chu Yiliu could block Zheng Feng's punch.
"Yes, that's 80% true." The white-robed disciples all around agreed, and they all felt that what he said was very reasonable and to the point. He was worthy of the purple-robed senior brother.
Zheng Feng's face looked slightly cold. He didn't expect Chu Yiliu to be able to see the weakness of his gravel fist, and then use his strength to eliminate it.
It must have been an accident, Zheng Feng guessed in his mind.
With the strength of the second level Qi Condensation, how could it be possible to block his move from the eighth level Qi Condensation.
"You brat, you won't be so lucky later." Zheng Feng's voice suddenly turned cold, and before he finished speaking, he struck out with a palm.
The strong wind roared, and a cold light shone on the palms of my hands.
"The middle-grade Huang-level skill, Gale Wind Palm!"
With a palm strike, the force was like a strong wind, and the entire high platform was instantly filled with sand and rocks. The clothes of the white-robed disciples were blown away, and the strong wind fell on their faces like knives.
This is especially true for those who bear the brunt of the impact.
Chu Yiliu's figure was swaying in the strong wind, and his heart moved slightly: Zheng Feng deliberately used this large-scale lethal palm wind, just to leave him with no place to hide, and his brows were opportunistic.
He and Zheng Feng's eyes met, and he immediately saw the sarcasm in Zheng Feng's eyes.
"Let's see how you dodge this move." Zheng Feng sneered in his heart.
Chu Yiliu's face moved slightly, his eyes suddenly turned, and he immediately ran away, rushing towards the Zhao family and his son who were closest to him.
Zhao Jun and his son watched Zheng Feng teach Chu Yiyiyi, and they felt very happy. They pretended to be watching the fun, but now they saw Chuyiyili rushing towards them.
"What is this little beast going to do?" Zhao's father's face changed, and he turned pale when he saw the strong wind rolling behind Chu Yiliu.
"Run." Zhao Jun didn't expect that Chu Yiyili would actually lead the trouble towards them, so he shouted and pushed Zhao's father away.
Father Zhao was already close to the edge of the high platform. He stumbled and fell to the ground in the perfect posture of a dog eating shit. He knocked out his front teeth and made a mouthful of blood.
But it was too late for Zhao Jun to run away, because Chu Yiyi had already arrived. Following him was Zheng Feng's Zhang Feng.
"Senior Brother Zheng, please spare your life." Zhao Jun knelt down with a bang and shouted miserably.
The palm that Chu Yiliu had avoided landed directly on his forehead. The roaring wind of the wind palm tore off all of his hair, revealing his Mediterranean style.
Zheng Feng's face suddenly darkened, and the palm he had prepared forcibly withdrew 80% of its power, his face turned red, and he slapped Zhao Jun out of the way.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Zheng, for teaching this incompetent dog slave a lesson for me." Under the palm, Chu Liuliu was not hurt at all. He chuckled and gave a respectful salute to Zheng Feng.
At this time, Zheng Feng's face was so gloomy that water was dripping from his face, and he kept saying: "Okay, okay, good boy, let me see where you can run now!"
Chu Yiliu was already on the edge of the high platform and had no way to retreat. If he fell off the high platform, Zheng Feng would definitely take advantage of him.
Zheng Feng was furious at this moment. As a disciple of his majestic leader, with the strength of the eighth level of Qi Condensation, he could not even touch Chu Yiyi's robe with two moves.
He gritted his teeth and looked at him with hatred. This move was the secret skill of his disciples.
"Huang Jie's best boxing technique, Fuhu Fist!"
There was a faint roar of a tiger coming from Zheng Feng's fist, which made everyone change their expressions when they heard it. Such a domineering momentum could only be achieved by the disciples of the Head Academy.
Moreover, the best Huang-level skills are already extremely rare in a small place like Canghai City.
Chu Yiliu's expression changed. It seemed that he had really pushed Zheng Feng into a panic, but he had no choice but to retreat.
"Hunyuan Mu Tian Jue, Borrowing Style!"
Chu Yiliu thought silently in his heart that the Borrowing Style cannot be regarded as a skill, but can only be regarded as a method of using spiritual power in the Hunyuan Mutian Jue, which is somewhat similar to how to move a thousand pounds with four ounces.
The two spiritual powers in his hands turned into spiral energy, joined in front of him, spiraled out, and pushed towards Zheng Feng with one palm.
A look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on Zheng Feng's face. Chu Yiliu finally had no choice but to confront him head-on. He shouted sternly in his heart: "You bastard, you must die."
The maniacal laughter suddenly turned into a terrifying and ferocious look.
Everyone held their breath. With such a move, Chu Yiliu was not dead but was definitely severely disabled. At this time, even the silver-robed elder who was sitting firmly stood up and watched the fight between the two with burning eyes.
boom...
Zheng Feng punched Chu Yiliu's palm, and his expression suddenly changed. He felt a strong force coming, and he stumbled back dozens of steps, sitting on the ground in a miserable state.
"How could this happen?" A look of surprise appeared on his face.
But Chu Yiliu was even worse. He flew backwards and slammed into the crowd, hitting a number of people. He vomited blood and dyed his chest and robe red.
"Brother Yi Yiliu." Mo Ji shouted angrily, rushed down from the high platform, and snatched Chu Yiliu Yiliu from the crowd.
Chu Yiliu's face was as white as paper at this time, and blood was flowing from his mouth.
Even though he was using force to bounce back 60% of Zheng Feng's power, the remaining 40% was enough for him to endure. After all, Zheng Feng was a monk at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, while he was only at the second level of Qi Condensation.
"It's still too weak." Chu Yiliu shook his head secretly and was helped up to the high platform by Mo Ji.
Zheng Feng's eyes were terrifyingly stern at this time, and he said sternly: "You little beast, why don't you admit defeat?"
"Admit defeat? Why do you have to admit defeat?" Chu Yiliu said with difficulty. His words affected his injuries, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
Three moves have been used, but he is still alive.
Since you are alive, why should you admit defeat?
Suddenly, the onlookers in the audience looked at Chu Yiyi differently. They were confused or shocked. With the strength of the second level of Qi Condensation, he took on the three moves of the person from the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and ended up like this. Chu
Being first-rate is definitely not a loss.
"Hmph, I can knock you to the ground with just one finger. How can you take this bottle of elixir?" Zheng Feng sneered.
No matter what, this bottle of Qi Gathering Pill cannot fall into the hands of Chu Yiliu, otherwise it will be equivalent to admitting that he has lost. Then how can he save the face of his disciples?
Moreover, three moves determine victory or defeat, and there is indeed no rule on what counts as victory or defeat. The three moves have been used, and as long as Chu Yiliu is still alive and he refuses to admit defeat, what can Zheng Feng do?
Is it possible to convince Chu Yiliu to admit defeat with his words?
"What? You want to cheat?" Chu Yiliu covered his chest and coughed heavily several times. After the Hunyuan Mu Tian Jue was running for a few weeks, he felt much better.
"You're cheating?" Zheng Feng sneered, "You didn't win with the three moves just now, and I didn't lose, so why not add one more move! It will be clear who won!"
What?
Want to add another trick?
Chu Yiliu has already ended up like this. Zheng Feng wants to compete again. It seems that he really wants to drive Chu Yiliu to death.
The expressions of the white-robed disciples around him changed several times. With Chu Yiliu's current state, even if they took action, they could easily take care of him.
Everyone in the audience had a strong conscience. Zheng Feng made such a request, and it was indeed a bit shameful. However, if someone is a disciple of the Master and has a noble status, no one dares to accuse him of his faults.
Even the silver-robed elder could only watch from the sidelines.
"Okay, I can promise you!" Chu Yiliu's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "However, the bet will be increased ten times! If I don't die, you will lose!"
Everyone around was shocked. They didn't expect that in such a situation, Chu Yiliu still dared to fight. Did he really want to die?
"Brother Yiliuyi, don't bet, I will kowtow for you." Mo Ji looked at Chu Yiliu covered in blood, and his voice was almost crying.
Chu Yiyi glared at him and shouted: "Why are you crying? I'm still alive!"
Yes, why do men cry when they are alive? Why are they afraid of losing?
Everyone around looked at him with different eyes, whether they were in reverence or in shame. If they were in a different place, they would never be able to do what Chu Yiliu did.
"Are you really going to bet with me?" Zheng Feng's stern voice sounded, revealing the slightest hint of disbelief.
Even he didn't believe it. Chu Yiliu was already extremely weak, so why should he bet with him? Do you have to rely on your strength?
"What, you don't dare anymore?" Chu Yiliu glared at Zheng Feng with burning eyes.
Zheng Feng's heart skipped a beat. This look made him feel threatened. His face slowly changed and became gloomy.
"Okay, since you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"
He suddenly took a step forward, staring at Chu Yiliu like a beast.
Chu Yiliu pushed Mo Ji away and met Zheng Feng's eyes in the air!