Wang Ling didn't want to lose face in front of Bai Pianpian and Ouyang Lingji.
So he pretended to be calm and said it.
Yang Feng didn't take it seriously, but in fact, he began to pay attention to the guy named Wang Ling in front of him.
Wang Ling was wearing a black dragon robe and had a proud look on his face.
His words fell, followed by a punch.
Yang Feng said he was disdainful of the previous battle, but in fact he had been thinking about it secretly.
He came to a rule, that is, Yang Feng should not be given a chance to breathe.
A fierce offensive must be used to force Yang Feng into chaos.
Yang Feng must not be free to use those weird martial arts skills.
"Metal combat? As you wish!"
Yang Feng knew that Xiao Jiujiu was in Wang Ling's heart. Wasn't he just afraid that he would use means other than the physical body?
It was Yang Feng who boasted that even if the opponent was one level higher than him, he could only barely suppress him. This was still with the blessing of the holy body state.
Otherwise, Wang Ling, the self-proclaimed genius of the same rank, would have no chance.
Facing the opponent's punch, Yang Feng was not afraid and returned the same punch.
The two men's punch-to-flesh fighting style caused many disciples to feel their blood surge in their chests.
"Metal combat? It's been a long time since I've seen such an exciting battle scene."
"I guess Wang Ling is also worried that Yang Feng will use martial arts other than the physical body."
"Unexpectedly, Yang Feng has reached a worrying point without even knowing it."
Many disciples actually started to worry about Yang Feng?
Even they themselves were not aware of this feeling.
"The real show has begun!"
Bai Pianpian whispered.
Wang Ling has been her childhood sweetheart since childhood, and she knows very well the thoughts he spends on her.
As well as Wang Ling's character, Bai Pianpian had a clear understanding of it.
"Although this Wang Ling lives like a second-generation ancestor in his daily life, he has never had any ambiguity in his physical training. If Yang Feng faces him, he will probably lose more than he wins."
Even though Yang Feng had never been defeated before, in Ouyang Lingji's mind, Yang Feng's shortcomings were obvious. Now that Wang Ling had seized this point and launched a fierce attack, Yang Feng would never be able to withstand it.
In this way, under the attention of everyone, Yang Feng and Wang Ling exchanged nearly two hundred moves, and both sides were injured.
Yang Fengcheng's body in the holy realm may be regarded as the first person in Daxia Star in the past.
But now, on this mortal star in the spiritual realm, his most proud physical body has become his shortcoming.
Wang Ling just grasped that he did not have the prototype of the holy body and his own advantage in the physical realm, so he launched a violent attack on Yang Feng.
But after the two hundred moves, Wang Ling was frightened. His physical energy was exhausted, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.
Although Yang Feng's mouth and arms were stained, they were only superficial injuries, and the most important thing was.
Yang Feng had been fighting with him for so long without feeling any fatigue.
There is a vague feeling that the more we fight, the more courage we get.
Wang Ling didn't know if this was his misunderstanding, but he understood one thing: he couldn't delay it any longer and had to fight quickly.
"The Holy Body of the Dragon! Attached!"
The robes on the upper body of Wang Ling were torn apart.
Black scales sprouted from the flesh and blood and attached to Wang Ling's naked upper body.
There was fire dancing in Wang Ling's deep black pupils.
"The prototype of the dragon holy body, this is a spiritual holy body. Even if you look at the north, it is ranked among the best. It is said that this holy body is completed and its physical body is comparable to the body of a true dragon."
"Yang Feng is still indifferent. Is it true that Yang Feng's holy body was destroyed as Senior Brother Lu said?"
Many of the disciples around the battle platform looked at Yang Feng with disappointment, and some even had a bit of teasing in their eyes.
The battle between physical practitioners,
In the end, it can only be ended with the Holy Eucharist.
"Yang Feng, do you really have no prototype of the Holy Body as they said?"
Ouyang Lingji felt infinite sadness in her heart.
For someone like Yang Feng, whose body has been forged through countless trials and tribulations, even if it is just an acquired holy body, the future is full of infinite possibilities, but it is a pity that there are no ifs.
The threshold to enter the Holy Realm is to completely cultivate the prototype of the Holy Body into the true Holy Body.
Use the Holy Eucharist as a medium to step into a higher physical realm.
As for Yang Feng, who does not have the prototype of the Holy Body, this body, no matter how hard he works, can only stop at the ninth level of the Saint Realm. In his lifetime, he will never be able to achieve the true Holy Realm body.
"Miss, Yang Feng, is he going to be defeated?"
Qingzhu beside Bai Pianpian didn't know when her attitude towards Yang Feng had improved. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want Yang Feng to lose to Wang Ling.
"maybe!"
Bai Pianpian didn't give an accurate answer.
"Junior Sister Shadow, it seems that we don't need the third level to test that he doesn't have the prototype of the Holy Body."
"Wang Ling, this kid, has been practicing hard these years, and he has not wasted his talent of the Dragon Holy Body."
"Spiritual Holy Body! You will be the next leader of the Barbarian Sect in the future."
When Elders Zhu and Liu saw Wang Ling using the Dragon Holy Body, they knew that the outcome was decided.
Without the prototype of the Holy Body, Yang Feng was destined to be trampled under his feet.
Phantom seemed to be disappointed with Yang Feng this time, and surprisingly did not refute.
Without the Holy Body in physical cultivation, future achievements will be limited.
Since her achievements are limited, she also loses the value of her efforts to win over.
In the crowd, Zhang Yifan stared intently at Yang Feng, who was always calm and calm in the center of the battle stage.
He always believed that this man would create miracles like before.
"Are they showing mercy to me?"
Yang Feng's gaze faintly swept over the people around him.
Finally, his eyes fell on Wang Ling.
The corners of his mouth curved.
The Dragon Holy Body?
boom!
Wang Ling's body shape combined with his movement speed was extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yang Feng.
The aura around Yang Feng changed.
Spiritual essence!
In the spiritual realm, the spiritual essence cultivated by the monks is gathering like Yang Feng at an incredible speed.
To be precise, they were gathering towards the three-foot long sword in Yang Feng's hand.
Jiuji Sword, Lingji, Spirit Swallowing Technique!
Loot the essence of heaven and earth, and then unleash a powerful attack.
Swallow the sky, swallow the earth, swallow the spirit essence!
boom!
Wang Ling brought his fist covered with fine black scales and landed on Yang Feng's chest.
There was a violent crashing sound.
Yang Feng, who held swords in both hands and gathered the essence of heaven and earth, was unable to dodge at all.
After resisting Wang Ling's punch, he leaned back and felt a surge of blood and energy in his chest.
He took more than ten steps back before he stopped.
His body was trembling, but the Jiuji Sword in his hand still contained the essence of heaven and earth.
"Yang Feng, is this punch uncomfortable? Stop struggling. I can't give you a chance."
Wang Ling's second punch fell.
With the blessing of the dragon's holy body, Wang Ling's current physical strength is not at all weaker than that of a strong man at the sixth level of the holy realm.
The power of his punch caused even Yang Feng to vomit blood.
"Tsk tsk! It is indeed a spiritual holy body, it is indeed terrifying!"
"Hey! Without the prototype of the Holy Body, relying on external things is ultimately a heresy."
Many people looked at Yang Feng with schadenfreude, hoping to see fear, fear, and horror on Yang Feng's face. Maybe this was a human being. They had shown such a state in front of Yang Feng.
Today, I longed to get back from Yang Feng in another way.
It's a pity that they didn't see it from Yang Feng's face.
There is no expression at all in the imagination.
There was always a hint of plainness on Yang Feng's face.
It makes people unable to see the depth.
"You've been injured like this, and you still hold on? You really want to save face and suffer."
The people who had knelt down in humiliation in front of Yang Bie were mercilessly mocked.
Wang Ling, move your body again
Toward the position of Yang Feng's heart.
One hit kill!
If you dare to touch the woman he likes, you must be prepared to die.
boom!
The punch sounded with the sound of breaking through the air.
In the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Feng's side.
At this time, Yang Feng's clothes were dyed dark with blood.
He didn't panic at all, the Jiuji Sword in his hand changed.
Spirit Swallowing Technique!
Divided into: guiding spirits, devouring spirits, undead spirits, and destroying spirits!
The four realms are reached according to the amount of heaven and earth spiritual essence absorbed.
Yang Feng's spirit-swallowing technique has reached the level of attracting spirits.
"Inspire the spirit, explode!"
Yang Feng didn't even look at the location of the royal tomb before he used the first level of the Spirit Swallowing Technique to attract spirits.
The spiritual essence here is only enough for him to reach this level.
"Why? The surrounding spiritual essence has become so thin?"
Elder Zhu, realized something.
Then he screamed.
"No! Go and stop it!"
The Spirit Swallowing Technique, even if it is only in the spirit-inducing stage, is enough to kill a physical strongman at the eighth level of the Saint Realm.
When Wang Ling saw Yang Feng swung his sword and quickly retreated from the battlefield, an inexplicable flash appeared in his eyes.
"Huh? What is that?"
Spiritual essence!
The gentle Tiandi Lingcui suddenly became extremely manic at this time.
"What kind of methods did he use?"
Ouyang Lingji looked at Yang Feng who had withdrawn from the battlefield and treated his wounds calmly, and was amazed.
"Yang Feng, where are you from?"
Bai Pianpian checked Yang Feng's details and knew that he ascended from the lower star field, but she didn't believe it at all.
Not to mention the lower star field, if she, who has the title of the most talented person in the North, is really fighting for her life with Yang Feng, the best situation is probably a 40-60 split.
She is four and Yang is six.
Physical training, sword training, and now spiritual training.
It was as if I had just met Yang Feng today.
"Look, where is the royal tomb!"
"There seems to be someone."
boom!
boom!
The infinitely compressed spiritual essence of heaven and earth finally reached its critical point, and exploded automatically under the urging of Yang Feng's Jiuji Sword.
Elder Zhu, Elder Liu, and Phantom.
The three elders who were watching the battle all took action.
The violent explosion scared everyone and cast fearful looks at Yang Feng.
It is hard to believe that the monk in green shirt in front of him has so many tricks hidden under his thin body.
Lu Feng looked at the place of the explosion and frowned tightly, because this wave of energy already made him feel a strong threat.
Being in such an energy field, his end will not be good.
The expression on Bai Pianpian's face froze.
Lu Feng frowned, it could be seen that the noise created by Yang Feng this time had threatened this official disciple of the Barbarian Sect.
"Interesting! Interesting! What's your name?"
A man with only two emerald-like eyes could see, walked up to Yang Feng, stretched out his tender little hands, and grabbed the corner of Yang Feng's clothes.
"Who are you?"
Yang Feng's eyes showed a strong look of caution.
The other party was able to hide from his perception and walk to him. This meant that the other party had no ill intentions, but what if he had murderous intentions next time?
He must eliminate this hidden danger and figure out who the person in front of him is.
What identity?
"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm."
Nuonuo's voice came from inside the loose robe.
"Don't pretend to be a fool for me!"
After saying that, Yang Feng was about to grab the other party's large robe.
As a result, the opponent dodged at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Yang Feng didn't believe this evil, so he used the Jinghong Wandering Dragon Step and chased after him. He was surprised to find that the opponent's speed was not inferior to his Jinghong Wandering Dragon Step.
And every time, he can predict his next move in advance.
"Who is that under the black robe?"
"The movements of these two are so fast."
"I feel that no matter how fast Yang Feng speeds up, the opponent can get rid of Yang Feng."
Everyone was surprised and couldn't help but secretly lament that this year's selection of outer disciples was really stringent, and monsters appeared frequently.
First there was Yang Feng, then the jewel in the Ouyang family’s eye in the southern border, and now there’s a mysterious person.
"Miss, is it him?"
"Um."
Bai Pianpian just hummed softly.
Ouyang Lingji, seeing this, watched the two men compare their movements with great interest.
Yang Feng gradually realized that something was wrong. The person in front of him seemed like a mist, and he couldn't sense it even with the power of his soul.
But in the eyes of the other party, he seemed transparent.
Even every move and style is predicted.
Yang Feng paused.
"Why did you give up?"
While the two were comparing their movements, four figures finally appeared on Wang Ling's side.
Among them, Wang Ling was the most embarrassed, with horrific wounds all over his body.
"Phew! Fortunately we took action in time, otherwise his holy body might not have been saved."
Only Wang Ling himself knew that he had really escaped from hell just now.
He couldn't easily use the Holy Body for a while. If a few elders hadn't taken action this time, his Holy Body would have been destroyed. Thinking of this, he looked at Yang Feng with a face filled with resentment.
But when he saw the body cultivator next to Yang Feng with green gem eyes.
His expression could no longer remain calm.
God of death!
A god of death who truly fought his way out of the Asura Hell.
When he entered the Barbarian Sect, he was personally warned by the clan leader not to provoke this person.
He had to take a detour when encountering someone, but he didn't take it seriously at first. It wasn't until he actually encountered someone that he realized how terrifying the other person was.
"Yang Feng, you..."
When did the little ancestor come? .
"Old man Liu, what are you looking at?"
A provocative voice sounded from under the large robe.
At this time, Yang Feng also noticed the embarrassed Wang Ling and the three people around Wang Ling.
Two of them are slovenly old men, and the remaining one is a beautiful woman who combines countless charms and is extremely tempting.
With her well-shaped body, perfect curves, and plump breasts, many male disciples looked like a pig.
And Yang Feng, who always thought he was immune to beautiful women, couldn't help but take a second look.
"Ahem! Xiaoxuan, why do you have time to come here?"
"Do you want to take care of me? I can go wherever I like?"
Many disciples were confused when they heard the voice under the black robe.
