Ye Lingfeng was stunned for a moment. He already knew that this competition was unfair at all, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
Yang Wenluo wanted to kill himself, but he didn't ask anyone for help, but Yang Wenluo gave in.
Ye Lingfeng stared at Yang Wenluo and said: "I'm sorry, Lord City Lord, it's hard to stop the water. Even if I want to stop the attack, it's impossible."
He wanted to see if Yang Zhongyuan would take action. If he takes action, then he must make Yang Wenluo disqualified from the competition.
"Father, father, please save me..." The killing wolf was extremely fast and came behind Yang Wenluo in the blink of an eye. With one claw, Yang Wenluo could feel the strong sword energy penetrate into his body and wreak havoc on his meridians.
"Damn it, give it to me..." Yang Zhongyuan didn't care about the situation anymore, and immediately flew up to Yang Wenluo and clapped his hands.
The palm strike was as endless as the rolling waves. Ye Lingfeng was horrified. Could this be the strength of the late Nascent Soul?
Ye Lingfeng's face was livid, and he said with a look of dissatisfaction: "Lord City Lord, since you have admitted defeat on behalf of Yang Wenluo, please go down and don't delay others' challenge."
Ye Lingfeng looked around and found that no one came to stop him. It seemed that this was an unwritten rule that everyone recognized.
The last two eyes fell on his father, Ye Wudao, who nodded slightly. Ye Lingfeng finally understood that if he and Yang Wenluo switched roles, I believe that his father would not hesitate to save him.
However, it was different for those casual cultivators or those without power, Ye Lingfeng swore secretly in his heart. If one day you can make your own rules, then you must treat everyone equally.
Yang Zhongyuan couldn't help but feel angry when he looked at his son's face that was half pale and half swollen. However, when he checked his son's body, he was furious.
He gently put his son down and glared at Ye Lingfeng and said, "Ye Lingfeng, you deserve to die. You ruined my son's cultivation. I want you to pay with your life."
As he said that, Yang Zhongyuan's late Yuanying cultivation was released by him without any disguise. This was not the kind of cultivation that Yang Wenluo had achieved through secret techniques, but the genuine late Yuanying cultivation.
Ye Lingfeng looked solemn and said: "Yang Zhongyuan, what are you going to do? You know that your malicious appearance has already made Yang Wenluo disqualified from the competition. Do you still want to use your power for personal gain and deliberately kill people?"
Yang Zhongyuan was stunned, and he was so sharp-tongued that he immediately said angrily: "Ye Lingfeng, if you ruin my son's cultivation, doesn't it count as a violation of the rules?
You and he are both from Qianye City, so naturally we are brothers outside. It is unjust for you to maliciously destroy your brother's cultivation.
And as I am the lord of Qianye City, it would be disloyal for you to call him by his first name.
What's more, I have known your father for many years, and it would be unfilial for you to disrespect me.
Let me ask, how can you, an unfaithful, unfilial, unkind and unjust person, be qualified to participate in the competition? "
Ye Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "What an unfaithful, unfilial, unkind and unjust man. I ask the city lord, your son Yang Wenluo wanted to kill me first, so it would be unjust for me to fight back. I deposed his cultivation and said I am unkind.
It’s true that you are the city lord, but you are relying on your old age and going to the rescue to rescue your son Yang Wenluo even if you break the rules of the game. If I disrespect you, I am disloyal.
You said you have known my father for many years, but you bullied the younger ones. I wanted to resist, but you said I was unfilial.
Haha, let me ask you, City Lord, who is unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, and unjust, and what is my fault, Ye Lingfeng..."
Ye Lingfeng's words from the bottom of his heart were sonorous and powerful, going straight into people's hearts. Even the senior cultivators present were in awe and stood up to applaud Ye Lingfeng.
Zong Hao, the leader of the Haotian Sect, even stood up and clapped his hands and applauded: "What an upright young man, Ye Lingfeng, if you don't want to join the Human Emperor Palace, you can come to our Haotian Sect."
When Ye Lingfeng heard this, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Zong, for your kindness. Lingfeng has taken note of it."
Yang Zhongyuan, on the other hand, looked livid. He didn't expect that there would be so many people defending Ye Lingfeng, and Ye Wudao was also present. It was obviously impossible for him to avenge Wen Luo.
"It seems that we can only deal with it when the people from the Human Emperor Palace arrive in the future." Yang Zhongyuan's eyes flickered and he suppressed this hatred.
Yang Zhongyuan had no choice but to pick up his son and get up and fly to the attic. Before leaving, he said fiercely to Ye Lingfeng: "You'd better wash your neck. Sooner or later, I will clean up your Ye family."
Ye Lingfeng shook his head unmoved, but at this moment, Yang Wenluo in Yang Zhongyuan's arms suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ye Lingfeng.
Ye Lingfeng didn't expect that Yang Wenluo would be so mean. He made a sneak attack and accidentally hit the nail in his palm.
"It's disgusting. The son of the dignified city lord is so despicable. This annual meeting is really ridiculous..."
Yang Wenluo's actions obviously aroused everyone's anger. They thought this was a simple annual meeting, but they didn't expect that the city lord himself repeatedly violated the rules and regarded them as nothing.
At this moment, Ye Lingfeng covered his heart and stood leaning on his sword, glaring at Yang Zhongyuan's back and suddenly slashed out with his sword.
Feeling the attack of sword energy, Yang Zhongyuan didn't pay attention, but snorted coldly: "The rules of the game don't say no sneak attacks are allowed, haha."
Yang Zhongyuan was very proud of his appearance, but as soon as he stopped laughing, he heard Yang Wenluo in his arms suddenly scream.
It turned out that the sword energy struck by Ye Lingfeng cut off his son's arm.
Yang Zhongyuan was confused: "How is it possible? How is it possible for a monk in the elixir formation stage to break through my protective barrier?"
Feeling Yang Zhongyuan's puzzled gaze, Ye Lingfeng smiled and said: "It's incredible, I didn't expect that a sword energy that was inconspicuous in your eyes would cut off your son's arm. Haha, he asked for it. .”
Yang Zhongyuan was furious and immediately handed his son over to his servants to take care of him. He flew up and wanted to kill Ye Lingfeng.
At this moment, Yang Zhongyuan was already overwhelmed with anger. He had forgotten that this was still a competition, and he only had hatred for Ye Lingfeng in his heart.
However, how could Ye Wudao sit idly by and ignore it? He immediately transformed into a sword and came to the field. With a slash of his sword, the sky became dark and the earth became dark, and the wind and clouds surged.
Just listen to Ye Wudao saying coldly: "Yang Zhongyuan, that's enough. If you dare to touch a hair on my son, I, Ye Wudao, will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
boom……
With Ye Wudao's sharp shout, Yang Zhongyuan came to his senses and looked angrily at the disgraceful end of Ye Wudao and Ye Lingfeng.
Now that he has done such a thing, he naturally cannot have the nerve to stay here to host and watch.
Ye Wudao hurriedly stepped back and looked at Ye Lingfeng and said, "Feng'er, how are you? Can you still hold on?"
Ye Lingfeng shook his head, but started to heal his wounds.
This palm nail is indeed a unique hidden weapon that specifically targets the heart's meridians. However, Ye Lingfeng's meridians were naturally reversed and his heart was not on the left side, so he only suffered some skin trauma.
