After hearing this, Yi Feng walked out, bowed to Zhou Ding first, took a few steps, and stood in the middle of the field.
Everyone in the Yang family was surprised by Yi Feng's participation in the battle. After all, it was Zhou Gang who came out before. However, some people felt the aura of the third level of spirit transformation exuding from Yi Feng and knew it in their hearts.
This Yi Feng is not a member of the Zhou family, but his cultivation is one level higher than Zhou Gang. He can be regarded as a foreign aid to the Zhou family, but is it useful to be one level higher? The third level of spirit transformation is still three levels different from the sixth level of spirit transformation.
Among the people in the Yang family, Yang Hua saw Yi Feng, a trace of ferocity appeared on his face, and his figure appeared more and more.
"Humph, boy, you were lucky yesterday. I didn't expect you to dare to stand up for the Zhou family. Do you think you have a long life?" Yang Hua stared at Yi Feng, with anger rising in his eyes. It was because of Yi Feng yesterday.
Because of this, he was afraid. The more he thought about this matter, the more aggrieved Yang Hua felt. He was inquiring about Yi Feng, but he did not expect that Yi Feng would represent the Zhou family in the third game. This made Yang Hua overjoyed. He could play well.
Out of the evil spirit in the heart.
"Can this kind of competition also hurt people's lives?" Yi Feng turned to look at Yang Sanba and asked calmly.
The corners of Yang Sanba's mouth were cracked, revealing his gray-yellow teeth, "Of course it won't hurt anyone's life, but if you don't stop in time, it's possible to break your arms and legs."
"Oh, what a pity." Yi Feng shook his head expressionlessly. No one knew what he meant by "a pity."
"Yi Feng, don't talk nonsense. Since you came forward, let me vent!" Yang Hua clenched his left fist in his right hand, and there was a cracking sound between the bones, and the aura of the sixth level of spiritual transformation emanated from his body.
, covering a space.
"It depends on whether you have the ability to vent!" Yi Feng smiled slightly, crossed his legs slightly, one behind the other, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand made a "please" gesture.
This time Yi Feng actually let Yang Hua take the lead.
"Yifeng, come on!" Some people in the Zhou family have already started to cheer for Yi Feng. No matter what the final outcome is, the momentum at this moment is that they cannot lose.
At first, it was just a few people cheering in low voices, but in the end, the whole sound became a wave, and some people vented their unwillingness and depression through the sound of cheering.
Yang Hua's face was gloomy, with some murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Yi Feng, no matter how you build momentum, it will be of no use. In this world, strength is king after all! I will let you know how big the gap is between the three levels." Yang Hua finished speaking.
, his figure trembled slightly, and using his body skills, Yang Hua rushed towards Yi Feng like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
"Yi Feng, take a punch from me!" Yang Hua shouted, and had already arrived in front of Yi Feng. There was a golden light on his fist, exuding a powerful power.
"It's the Golden Spirit Fist! I didn't expect Yang Hua to use Xuan-level spiritual skills at the beginning. Are you not planning to hold back?" Sensing the fluctuations in Yang Hua's fist, some Yang family disciples secretly exclaimed.
The Golden Spirit Fist is a low-level attack skill of Xuan level. It is very powerful. Generally, it can only fight against people of the same level. But now facing Yi Feng, who is three levels lower than himself, Yang Hua uses the Golden Spirit Fist. Obviously, he used the Golden Spirit Fist before.
Being angered by Yi Feng, he had no intention of holding back.
The disciples of the Zhou family all had worried expressions on their faces. If Yi Feng couldn't even take a single move, the previous battle might have turned into a joke. However, facing the powerful Golden Spirit Fist, this outsider could resist.
?
When everyone was guessing how Yi Feng would avoid Yang Hua's attack, Yi Feng made a move that was completely unexpected. Just when Yang Hua's fist was about to fall on Yi Feng's chest, Yi Feng did not dodge.
, but directly stretched out his palm to meet Yang Hua's attack.
"Hmph... You dare to take it hard, you don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Yang Hua showed disdain, his expression became more and more ferocious, and the power in his hands increased again. Even if the other party's life was not taken, Yi Feng would be seriously injured.
Snapped!
With a muffled sound, Yi Feng's palm rested on Yang Hua's wrist. Yang Hua immediately felt a release of strength and severe pain shot from his wrist.
"With such strength, do you dare to say such big words?" Yi Feng looked at Yang Hua, a faint smile appeared on his face, his palms tightened, and the sound of cracking bones was heard.
"Ah!" Yang Hua's face turned red, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain in his wrist, and he screamed. He felt that his wrist had been broken.
Yi Feng loosened his palm, raised his foot, and kicked Yang Hua directly in the abdomen. Yang Hua's body became arched and flew out.
Looking at Yang Hua who fell to the ground, rolling and screaming, everyone's eyes were blank.
What happened just now?
How could it be Yang Hua who flew out?
Their dull eyes turned to Yi Feng, who was standing alone on the field, still holding a "please" gesture. Shock began to fill their eyes, and in the end, it filled their entire faces.
Yang Hua's strength is at the top level among the entire younger generation of the Yang family. The 25-year-old at the sixth level of spirit transformation is defeated at the first touch when faced with a person at the third level of spirit transformation. This is even better than Zhou Yuan and Yang before.
Wu Hai's performance was even faster.
Yang Wuhai is not challenging level three. His true cultivation level is one level higher than Zhou Yuan. But now Yi Feng is fighting against Yang Hua, but he is really level three. This kind of ability cannot be said in a small person.
In Blue Wind City, even in the entire Dongzhou, they are extremely rare, and every such person is a peerless genius.
Zhou Yuan's mouth opened at this time, his face was also dull, he swallowed and murmured: "This... is too strong."
Zhou Yuan thought of Yi Feng's dying appearance when he first saw him, and then saw Yi Feng's strong victory over Yang Hua. This contrast made him unable to recover for a long time.
The most happy and surprised person in the Zhou family is Zhou Ding.
Zhou Ding could not hide the surprise and excitement in his heart, and the smile on his face finally couldn't help but spread into laughter.
"Haha... Okay, okay, Yang Sanba, it seems that our Zhou family has won this third game! Haha..." Zhou Ding's hearty laughter sounded, Yang Sanba's face had become extremely gloomy, and the clothes on his body had become extremely gloomy.
The aura of the psychic realm began to riot.
"Zhou Ding, it turns out that you also have a back-up plan. You did it on purpose to show me before, right? This matter is not over yet, let's go!" Yang Sanba glanced at Yi Feng with a murderous look, turned around and walked away with him.
All the Yang family disciples left angrily.
Wow!
There was a cheer from everyone in the Zhou family, and everyone gathered around Yi Feng. Zhou Gang and the others winked, and worked together to lift Yi Feng up and throw it into the air. Yi Feng helped them win the third victory, allowing them to go smoothly.
After obtaining the mining rights of the red gold mine, they were extremely grateful to Yi Feng.
Yi Feng let the disciples of the Zhou family throw it up and catch it. Feeling the enthusiastic emotions of the disciples of the Zhou family, Yi Feng couldn't help but reveal a comfortable smile on his face.