After the Extreme Night Werewolf completed activating the power of his bloodline in the arena, the entire fighting arena was eerily quiet. At this moment, even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be heard so clearly.
Ouch!
Ouch!
The polar night werewolf looked up to the sky and howled twice.
A pair of eyes was no longer completely filled with blood, but a rare "blood moon" appeared.
A pair of bloody moons were reflected in the two eyes, the body exuded a cold aura, and the muscles all over the body were tense.
The sharp claws on his hands became sharper and sharper, and he rushed towards Yang Feng with a quick step.
The speed was incredibly fast, and before Yang Feng could react, the sharp wolf claws ripped at Yang Feng's handsome face.
Yang Feng cursed in his mind, "How jealous are you of my handsome face?"
Although he said this in his heart, his body movements were not slow at all. He leaned back and narrowly avoided the clutches of the Jiye Werewolf.
Yang Feng put away his playful smile and replaced it with a dignified look.
After successfully stimulating the power of blood, the speed of this polar night werewolf has obviously increased, but the shortcomings have not been made up, mainly because the damage has been increased.
It was not at the same level as before. Yang Feng felt that if he didn't use the physical power of the Bone Tempering Realm, he might lose this fight and even lose his life.
snort!
With a cold snort, Yang Feng restrained his mortal energy, and his whole body exuded a faint halo.
The bones in the body crackle like fried beans.
Yang Feng, who is at the fifth level of the Bone Tempering Realm, has already tempered his skull and sternum, leaving only his limbs that have not yet been tempered.
The three hundred and sixty orifices of the physical body are opened, and the twelve main meridians of the human body are opened.
In addition, the bones have been tempered, and the body has become extraordinary.
After twisting his neck, Yang Feng jumped up and kicked sideways, hitting the Jiye Werewolf's deformed face.
For a moment, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell on his back.
"Okay! Good kick! Kick this dog to death | son of a bitch!"
In the audience, watching the Jiye Werewolf being kicked to the ground by Yang Feng, they shouted with joy.
"This boy is actually a body cultivator in the Bone Tempering Realm. It seems that I am blind."
"Bone Tempering Realm? Is there hope for three consecutive victories?"
The man with a strange face seemed to be asking himself questions.
"Dealer, have you seen that Brother Yang is hiding his clumsiness on purpose?"
Seeing Yang Feng, who had just been suppressed by the Jiye Werewolf, turn defeat into victory in an instant, everyone's faces felt burning pain, and at the same time there was a trace of regret in their hearts.
Why did you just blindly follow the crowd when you placed your bet?
If I were more assertive, maybe...
On the ring, the Jiye Werewolf was kicked in the face by Yang Feng and became angry. Although he had not yet opened his spiritual intelligence, the monster had always been arrogant and could not bear any humiliation.
At this time, he jumped up, the blood moon in his eyes was shining with splendor, the demonic energy was raging around him, and his momentum surged again.
"The bloodline of this Jiye werewolf has some skills. If it's not a little faster than me, I won't be afraid even if it has the perfect combat power in the Bigu stage."
This is Yang Feng's confidence.
The Bone Tempering Realm is not just about increasing the strength of the physical body, but a comprehensive increase, otherwise why would it be called "reborn".
Seeing the other party running towards him, Yang Feng suddenly made an even more incredible move and stood there without making any dodge.
"Brother Yang, what's causing this trouble? I'm afraid it will be too late if we don't hide."
"Hey! I thought he was hiding his clumsiness on purpose, but I didn't expect it was just a blind cat encountering a dead mouse."
Seeing Yang Feng showing signs of decline, the people in the audience began to mock him mercilessly again.
At this time, Yang Feng tried his best to capture the flaws of the Jiye Werewolf. Now that his Dantian was sealed, he could not use his Yuan Power, and he could not even use his sword intention. Without these, all he could rely on was the power of his physical body.
However, although his physical strength is strong, it can only be used as a sandbag at best. If you want to defeat the Extreme Night Werewolf quickly while stimulating his bloodline, you need to find out the flaws in the Extreme Night Werewolf's moves.
At the same time, it has the effect of tempering his own body, because Yang Feng knows in his heart that the physical strength of the Jiye Werewolf cannot temper his physical body in any way.
So he planned to hone his observation skills. In a battle, success or failure often depends on details.
After careful observation, Yang Feng was completely immersed in this state. The Night Werewolf, which was originally as fast as lightning, seemed slower and slower in Yang Feng's eyes.
Even every movement becomes clearer.
"Young man Yang, are you trying to defy heaven? You've actually touched the threshold of subtlety!"
The residual immortal in the humanoid pendant couldn't help but complain.
Entering the subtle realm is aimed at physical cultivation, because their physical training is not just about tempering the strength of the physical body, but every organ in the body needs to be strengthened.
The eyes are known as the second heart of a person, and they naturally need to be cultivated. The cultivation of the eyes is not like the physical body, which requires the use of civil and military fire, various medicinal liquids, or external objects.
For the cultivation of eyes, one can only rely on physical training to catch the opponent's silhouette, or to observe extremely small things in the world. Furthermore, this is Yang Feng's current method.
Entering a state of meticulous cultivation, you will analyze and expose all the flaws of your opponent.
The figure of the Jiye Werewolf approached Yang Feng, and when it was less than half an inch away from Yang Feng, its sharp claws stopped abruptly.
The withered feet were also fixed in place, the blood moon in his eyes was dim, and he lost his life in an instant and fell to the ground.
There was an uproar under the ring.
Most people did not see clearly when Yang Feng took action, including Yang Feng himself. His actions just now were almost instinctive.
"He, he, how did he do it?"
That was the Extreme Night Werewolf who had successfully inspired the power of his bloodline! Who can kill with one hit?
"Hey! My heart aches so much! After decades of hard work, I am finally back before liberation."
"What do you mean? All I have on my body is these pants."
"Who miserable than I am?"
…
In gambling, there are bound to be winners and losers. Some people are happy and some are sad.
However, this time it is clear that the majority of people are worried.
"Are you entering the subtle realm? You have touched the threshold of the subtle realm in the bone tempering realm. What a monster! No wonder Mr. Wang gave him the status of a new gambler. It turned out that he had already seen the clues."
"Just now, was he in a subtle state, able to break through the Werewolf's weakness in an instant, and then kill him with one blow?"
"Actually, you have all overlooked one issue. His physical cultivation realm may not be as simple as just entering the bone tempering realm."
The three people hiding in the dark heard each other's voices.
After Yang Feng on the stage exited the realm, he heard the entire martial arts arena cheering.
At this time, a one-armed old man came through the air, with a strange light shining in his eyes. He glanced at the Jiye Werewolf on the ground, and swiped two fingers towards the Jiye Werewolf's neck.
The head of the Extreme Night Werewolf was split into two pieces from its body.
After death, the Jiye Werewolf's eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.
Die with your eyes open!
"Yang Feng wins the first battle in the martial arts arena!"
Mr. Wang lifted the Jiye Werewolf's head in his hand, and then put the Jiye Werewolf's body into the Qiankun Bag.
When he came to Yang Feng's side, he raised the head of the Jiye Werewolf in his hand and solemnly announced it.
Everyone in the audience below the ring cast admiring glances at Yang Feng.
Except for a few, those who bet on Yang Feng's defeat cried for their father and mother.
boom!
It was not yet time for everyone to come out from the joy of victory.
At the lowest level of the volley level, a ghostly figure appeared out of thin air, like a shadow, a dark mass that could not be seen clearly.
"Yue Mei?! A real demon clan?"
Yue Mei, so named because of her ghost-like body shape, is very good at movement, is born with spiritual wisdom, and has her own bloodline talent - possession!
This type of demon clan is a very special type. Although the bloodline reaches the upper limit of the demon clan, it is because of excessive Yin energy, and the moon charm is usually born in the land of Yin evil.
And it can be regarded as an extremely alternative reincarnation. Yue Mei will carry the memory of his predecessor before his death. Therefore, although they are born with spiritual intelligence, they are affected by the spiritual intelligence of their predecessor.
"The low-level spiritual Yue Mei, although her physical power is weak, is more troublesome than the previous Extreme Night Werewolf on the other hand."
"Tsk tsk! I'm afraid the demon clan hasn't appeared in the martial arts arena for hundreds of years, right?"
"Unexpectedly, this kid first faced off against the Extreme Night Werewolf, and then won by surprise, and now he lured out the Moon Charm. I guess this kid is at least fifth level in the Bone Tempering Realm."
Although the three powerful men were shocked by the appearance of Mr. Wang, they did not show up because their existence was to maintain the order of the entire martial arts arena.
"Ghost!"
"Catch the ghost quickly!"
…
There was a female monk in the audience who was so frightened that she threw herself into the arms of the male monk. It must be said that Yue Mei's operation was a mistake.
But having said that, this group of female immortal cultivators are too spoiled and pampered. They have already become immortals, so why are they afraid of a stupid ghost?
If you want to take advantage of others, you can't find a valid reason.
"Yang Feng, according to the rules of the martial arts arena, only after winning three games in a row can you choose whether to continue fighting, so..."
"Hey! Let's get started!"
Yang Feng pursed his lips and interrupted Mr. Wang's words.
The voices of the two people talking on the ring were very small, so they were not heard by the people in the audience.
But the three masters of Dudu, who were hiding in the darkness, had their mouths trembling slightly.
This Yang Feng is really brave! He actually dared to interrupt that person's words.
"Ha! As you wish."
There was no emotion or anger on Mr. Wang's face. He waved his empty sleeves and then disappeared.
On the volleying steps, Yue Mei came up.
The ghostly figure sometimes appears and sometimes hides, making it elusive.
Its speed is faster than that of the Night Werewolf, even worse.
In less than a moment, Yue Mei had finished walking up the hundred or so steps in the air.
It happened that the arena of the martial arts arena was exposed to the moonlight, and the shadow of the moon emitted a silver light.
The figure looked like a graceful lady bathing in the moonlight, and also like the moon goddess descending to earth.
"Humans, if you dare to insult me, you will die!"
Damn it! Hearing the faint moonlight covering his eyes, the figure suddenly spoke human words.
Yang Feng was terrified, the demon clan! This is no longer the category of monster beasts. Only when the bloodline reaches the level of spiritual beasts can one be able to open up one's spiritual intelligence and speak human words.
As for the demon clan with the bloodline of spiritual beasts, they thought that they could condense the demon elixir. This was something that at least a monk at the golden elixir stage could compete with. For him to fight against such a strong man would be no different than to die.
