At this moment, Ye Huairui was holding the spiritual lottery, squeezing away the crowd with his chubby body, and struggling to get closer to Ye Zhenfeng.
He smiled and said: "Zhenfeng, congratulations on reaching the first level of Wuzong!"
Ye Zhenfeng was always teased by the Ye family's children because he was unable to practice martial arts. Ye Huairui was one of the few who was willing to play with him. He also felt happy when he saw Ye Huairui.
Ye Huairui looked at the spirit lottery in his hand and asked, "Zhenfeng, who is the opponent you drew? Let me see!"
Ye Zhenfeng handed the spiritual lottery to Ye Huairui. Ye Huairui looked at it and then said in surprise: "Hey, it seems you are next!"
Ye Zhenfeng nodded. At this moment, the students fighting on the stage had already decided the winner, and it would be his turn soon.
Ye Huairui suddenly threw another spiritual lottery to Ye Zhenfeng, and then rushed forward holding Ye Zhenfeng's spiritual lottery.
Ye Zhenfeng looked at Ye Huairui's back in astonishment as he turned away, and looked at the spirit lottery he threw over in disbelief. His opponent turned out to be Shangguan Yaoran!
Oh my God! How could Ye Huairui, a bastard, do this?
Shangguan Yaoran and Ye Aotian both have the power of the third level of Yuan Zong. How can he beat him as a mere first level of Wuzong?
Shangguan Yaoran, who was standing in the crowd, looked at Ye Huairui who hurriedly ran onto the stage. He was shocked at first, but then he understood immediately and turned his head to look at Ye Zhenfeng. He tilted his mouth and revealed a small tiger tooth. Giving him an evil smirk.
Shangguan Yaoran thought to himself, little bastard, you stole the show just now, now let me, Shangguan Yaoran, take care of you, I want your Ye family to lose face on the Wuhun stage!
Seeing Shangguan Yaoran unable to suppress the joy in his heart and pressing the joints of his hands inappropriately, Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but feel worried.
This guy looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive! I will never bring shame to the Ye family. Even if I am beaten to death by him on the stage, I will never back down.
He took a deep breath, and then said to himself, sleep in the wind at night, success or failure only happens once! No matter what lottery you hold in your hand, you only have this chance. We can only move forward bravely and meet the challenge!
Ye Zhenfeng, you are no longer the loser you were before. You are the reborn Ye Zhenfeng. You have to believe in yourself!
On the Wuhun stage, Ye Huairui won as he wished. Then Ye Aotian came on the field and won easily without any suspense.
After a fierce battle, Ye Lixin finally defeated Liu Maimai. Ye Ran narrowly won, but Ye Kang unfortunately failed in the first exam.
Now only Ye Zhenfeng is left in the Ye family who has not competed on stage. With everyone's expectations, Ye Zhenfeng and Shangguan Yaoran stood on the martial arts stage at the same time.
The strong wind blows the battle flag loudly.
The scorching sun above the head gave off a dazzling light, and wisps of light scattered on the faces of the two teenagers.
Shangguan Yaoran smiled crookedly, showing his canine teeth, and stared at Ye Zhenfeng, as if he were looking at a prey that was being played with.
Gong Bingyan on the invigilation table couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why are the two of them dueling?"
Minglong laughed and said: "Haha! Enemies are really enemies on a narrow road, now there is a good show to watch!"
After speaking, he deliberately turned his head to look at Tang Xun, who was sitting calmly on the side. Tang Xun crossed his arms and couldn't help but feel worried secretly.
Tang Xun thought to himself that the difference in strength in this match was too big. Even though Ye Zhenfeng was a genius, he had only just acquired the martial spirit, so he would be hard-pressed to defeat Shangguan Yaoran. It seemed that this kid had no chance to come to our Zhenxing Academy.
Unlike Tang Xun's early judgment, Zuo Sima was very optimistic about Ye Zhenfeng. With the martial spirit in Ye Zhenfeng's body, it was more than enough to deal with Shangguan Yaoran.
The only thing he was worried about was whether the martial spirit cultivated by Huntian could really be used to its full potential?
If the game comes to a critical juncture and the martial spirit is gone, then Ye Zhenfeng can only fight with his flesh and blood body, and the result can be imagined.
When everyone turned their attention to the Wuhun platform, Mo Ling on the side asked softly: "Zuo Sima, that child's Wuhun spirit..."
Zuo Sima turned to look at Mo Lingdu, with a sly smile on his face, and whispered softly: "You have detected it too! But you are also a thief, and you actually told me the same result! Hehehehe!"
Mo Lingdu clenched his fists and said angrily: "You——"
Zuo Sima ignored her, still looking very proud of his death.
The gong sounded, and the competition on the Wuhun Stage began. Shangguan Yaoran was excited and couldn't wait to launch his moves first.
"Yuan Zong Section 1 - open!"
Everyone in the invigilation hall praised them one after another, and all their eyes fell on the two of them.
Minglong sighed: "Kai Yuan Sect from the beginning, it seems that this kid is eager to win!"
Gong Bingyan nodded and said: "Once Yuan Zong opens, it will be difficult for Wu Zong to resist, unless he uses external skills to defeat him."
Although Ye Zhenfeng has not cultivated martial arts over the years, his external skills are not weak. He waved his hand and used Yejia Fist to resist, and roared: "Yejia Fist, Holy Fire——"
I saw that the fists on the stage were like shadows, and the tigers and tigers were like wind.
Tang Xundao: "It's Yejia Fist! This Yejia Fist is divided into seven styles, namely: Holy Fire, Broken Dragon, Black Ice, Collapse of Thunder, Heart Splitting, Red Killing, and Great Feng. Each of these styles has endless variations, and each style is unique. It has its essence!”
Hua Buchi nodded and said: "This kid's external skills are very solid. With the addition of Wu Zong, he should be able to compete for a while."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Ye Zhenfeng on the stage was hit far away by Shangguan Yaoran.
Fortunately, his lower body was stable and he immediately stepped out to resist, so he didn't fall off the Wuhun platform.
Zuo Sima on the invigilation table couldn't help but feel worried. He clenched his fists and said secretly, It's over. The martial spirit cultivated by Hun Tian is indeed unreliable!
Ye Zhenfeng's heart was pounding, and a drop of cold sweat could not help but flow from his forehead. The cold sweat flowed down his brow bone into his right eye. He felt the corners of his eyes stinging, and his heart was pounding.
Ye Zhenfeng thought to himself, oh no, Wuhun Ling can only perform at the bone sect level, and it is difficult to compete with it!
At this moment, Shangguan Yaoran didn't allow Ye Zhenfeng to think too much, and rushed over with another long stride, flew up and performed a deadly chain kick, and kicked Ye Zhenfeng violently in the chest.
"Damn! Yejia Fist, Broken Dragon -" Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly dodged sideways, waved his hand and used the Broken Dragon style, and punched Shangguan Yao on the back.
Unexpectedly, Shangguan Yaoran returned his elbow and hit Ye Zhenfeng's chest hard, causing Ye Zhenfeng to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Ye Zhenfeng endured the pain and stepped forward again, first punching Shangguan Yaoran in the chest, then punching him in the abdomen, and then stretched out his right leg, trying to knock the opponent down.
Shangguan Yaoran jumped into the air and turned over, but he avoided it nimbly.
At this moment, the martial spirit in his body is far superior to that of Ye Zhenfeng, and Ye Zhenfeng's move is just a step away from him.
Hua Buchi said worriedly: "Shangguan Yaoran has opened the second section of Yuanzong. He will definitely be unable to bear the night pillow."
Before she could finish her words, Ye Zhenfeng on the stage was kicked in the abdomen by Shangguan Yaoran, causing him to curl up on the ground in pain.
Shangguan Yaoran kicked Ye Zhenfeng hard in the chest again, gritted his teeth and sneered: "You little bastard, go to hell! Look at my Hunyuan legs -"
Mo Ling couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but ask Zuo Sima on the side: "Zuo Sima? Isn't that child at the level of the Soul Sect? How could this happen?"
Zuo Sima also looked heavy, silently clenching his fists in worry. I thought, Xiaofeng, you have to hold on!
Ye Zhenfeng hugged Shangguan Yaoran's fierce kick and spit out blood, feeling the taste of blood in his mouth.
I thought to myself, damn Wuhunling - come back quickly!
Hua Buchi had already stood up on the proctoring table, looked at Lan Cangze, and said: "Elder Lan, we can't let them continue fighting. If Yuan Hai is injured, it will be difficult to repair!"
Zuo Sima clenched his fists tightly and whispered: "That child has no Yuan Hai at all..."
Although his voice was extremely low, the Mo Ling on the side still heard it.
She couldn't help but open her mouth in astonishment, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered: "Is that child... is he relying on Hun Tian to cultivate?"
Zuo Sima looked heavy and nodded silently.
Mo Ling couldn't believe it, couldn't help but shook his head, and turned to look at Ye Zhenfeng on the Wuhun stage.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Oh... it's ridiculous for Hun Tian to practice Wu Hun Ling. That child will definitely be kicked to death!"
Suddenly, Ye Zhenfeng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Ye Family Fist, Beng Lei——"
With a bang, Ye Zhenfeng flew up in an instant, holding Shangguan Yaoran's feet firmly, spinning in the air like a flying flower, and then violently threw him far away.
Shangguan Yaoran fell to the ground and rolled twice before getting up. His pupils were slightly dilated and he looked at Ye Zhenfeng in front of him in disbelief.
Shangguan Yaoran thought to himself, is this guy still the good-for-nothing he was before? Why did that terrifying martial spirit erupt from his body?
This kind of feeling is not at all like a Wu Zong-level martial spirit! Could it be that Ye Zhenfeng has been hiding his strength all along?
Ye Zhenfeng stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were burning, and his heart was overjoyed, great, it seems my martial spirit is back! Well, now it's time for you to taste my awesomeness!
He punched Yejia Fist and shouted: "Shangguan Yaoran, let you taste my power! Take the move - Yejia Fist, Holy Fire!"
Shangguan Yaoran hurriedly stretched out his hands to resist. With full firepower, he raised his head and shouted loudly: "Yuanzong 3rd Stage - open!"
Tang Xun clenched the armrests of the chair with both hands, glared and shouted, "He has reached the third level of the Kaiyuan Sect!"
On the Wuhun stage, the two palms struck each other, making a loud bang at the same time.
Gong Bingyan shook her head and said worriedly: "The gap between the two martial souls is too great. Ye Zhenfeng is just trying to hit them with an egg against a stone."
At this moment, Ye Zhenfeng jumped up high, and a blue flame seemed to burn behind him. The flames were like dragon roars, spinning out from his fists.
Shangguan Yaoran was forced back by Ye Zhenfeng's strong Wuhun spirit. On the Wuhun stage, Shangguan Yaoran's feet had left two long drag marks.
He still gritted his teeth and held on, resisting Ye Zhenfeng's attack with both palms.
Minglong was stunned and said: "How is it possible? The third-level Yuanzong was actually beaten by the first-level Wuzong?!"
"Qilin legs——" Shangguan Yaoran yelled with a frown as his teeth chattered, his forehead was covered with sweat.
I saw him kicking his legs left and right, and unicorn fire patterns appeared on his legs.
Ye Zhenfeng twisted his mouth and smiled coldly, glared, and shouted: "Really? Is this your only ability? Then let you try my next move! Yejia Fist, Chi Sha——"
