The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"who are you?"

Song Cheng's face was gloomy and cold, his eyes stared at Ye Feng like a poisonous snake, as if he wanted to see through him.

However, no matter how he observes, Ye Feng is still just a warrior in the middle stage of inner strength. From Ye Feng's body, he can't feel any higher-level power.

Facing Song Cheng's anger, Ye Feng still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he would not answer, but quietly transformed the opponent's Qi, and then inhaled it into his body.

After reaching the level of the semi-divine state, the whole body's energy becomes free from impurities. Naturally, one can absorb and use the energy of others to strengthen oneself.

Feeling that his aura was getting thinner, Song Cheng gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to maintain his aura any longer. He was afraid that if his aura continued for a while, he would be sucked clean by Ye Feng.

After Song Cheng's aura was withdrawn, he stopped talking, and the atmosphere on the field became silent.

Those fighters below who only have inner strength can't understand the confrontation between the two. In their eyes, it's just that the air has changed and changed color. In less than 2 minutes, it returned to normal, and Ye Feng and Song Cheng both Standing where they are, they have never fought against each other, so naturally they can't tell who wins and who loses.

Just out of awe of Song Cheng's strength, after this brief confrontation, people still firmly believe that the winning side just now must belong to Song Cheng, as for Ye Feng...

A mid-term martial artist whose strength is weaker than theirs is not worthy of winning at all.

The only group of people on the field who could understand the battle just now was a group of grandmasters on the high platform. They clearly felt the strange change in Song Cheng's aura just now.

Being able to convert other people's qi for their own use seems unheard of in their world, only Jiang Ziqi, the head of the Taiji Sect, looked at Ye Feng with a frown, as if thinking of some bad rumors.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ziqi stood up suddenly, walked to Song Cheng and Han Zhongtian, and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear, "I once saw a demigod ancestor in the ancient books of the door. Handwriting, like this, turns other people's aura into one's own means, it seems that only a strong demigod can do it."

Hearing Jiang Ziqi's words, the two of Song Cheng suddenly felt a 'thump' in their hearts, and looked at Ye Feng with horror on their faces.

For them, or for the whole world, a strong demigod is an unattainable height. Since the last demigod Ye Zhenxiong fell a hundred years ago, in the past hundred years, there has been no demigod in the world, even in the world. In the understanding of many people, the Taoist master is already the highest state, and the demigod is just a distant legend.

At this time, when they heard Jiang Ziqi say that the person in front of him might be a strong demigod, the two of Song Cheng couldn't help being frightened.

After the initial shock, Song Cheng quickly retorted: "Impossible! He absolutely cannot be a strong demigod."

"Oh?" Han Zhongtian wondered, "Why?"

Song Cheng frowned and said: "I have traveled to famous mountains and great rivers, and found his last words in the cemetery of a Taoist master. He said that there is no purest qi in this world for warriors to absorb. The current qi, They are full of impurities, and they cannot meet the requirements of breaking through the demigod. In other words, it is impossible to break through the demigod now, unless..."

Speaking of this, Song Cheng paused for a while before continuing: "Unless there is a way to obtain the qi left by the demigod powerhouse and turn it into his own use."

"How can it be so easy to get the Qi of a demigod?" Han Zhongtian frowned.

After hearing Song Cheng's words, Jiang Ziqi couldn't help hesitating.

As Song Cheng said, in the current world, there is indeed no aura for Daoist masters to break through the demigod. This point, these Daoist masters, feel the most deeply.

However, he had indeed seen descriptions about the demigod state in the ancient books in the door. For example, Ye Feng's method of turning other people's aura for his own use was definitely a demigod state powerhouse, but Song Cheng denied it. The possibility of the birth of a strong god, and gave the most powerful evidence, which made him have to start to doubt his own guess.

After the three of them were silent for a while, Han Zhongtian suddenly suggested: "Maybe this guy has cultivated some kind of evil technique to absorb Brother Song's Qi. If we don't use the Qi field as an attack method, maybe we can break it."

Hearing this, the two of Song Cheng nodded, and Jiang Ziqi also came out and said, "I'll go and try him."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Ziqi strode out without any nonsense, with his toes on the high platform, and in an instant, he was in front of Ye Feng.

"Do you dare to learn two tricks with the old man?" Jiang Ziqi asked.

This opening sentence was his first step in testing Ye Feng. He wanted to make sure whether Ye Feng was really relying on something or was just bluffing. If the method of absorbing Qi just now was just a deceptive trick, then Jiang Ziqi said now After saying the words of discussion, Ye Feng should instinctively show fear.

What disappointed him was that after he said this, Ye Feng didn't respond at all, but nodded lightly: "Let me teach you!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng didn't see any poses, and he still just stood there lightly, as if he didn't take Jiang Ziqi to heart at all.

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding crowd immediately shouted cursing.

"What the hell, this guy is too crazy. He is the head of the Taiji Sect. This guy is so arrogant, does he really think he is invincible?"

"Master Jiang is only ranked 86th on the list of masters who have entered the Tao, but that is the list of masters who have entered the Tao. This guy is only in the middle of his inner strength, and he dares to be so rampant. I really don't know how he survived all these years."

"Master Jiang, kill this unsightly guy and teach him a lesson."

In the crowd, there seemed to be a large number of people who were dissatisfied with Ye Feng's calm appearance. Even Jiang Ziqi himself frowned and looked at Ye Feng for a while.

Seeing that Ye Feng really didn't have any gestures, he couldn't bear it any longer, he stomped on his toe, the floor under his feet was shattered inch by inch, and the head of Jiang also flew towards him like a light and shadow in an instant. Ye Feng.

After seeing Sect Leader Jiang's speed, which was close to the speed of light, someone on the field suddenly exclaimed, "What a speed."

In the eyes of these martial artists with general inner strength, they could not see the figure of head Jiang at all clearly at this time, but they thought that in the next second, it would be Ye Feng's figure flying upside down.

But what surprised them was that the figure that was standing quietly at the same place did not fly up as they thought, but still stood there calmly, but in his lightly raised left hand, there was already a little more at this time. only fist.