The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

In the crowded crowd, a wide passage was abruptly split.

Thousands of people outside the Linjiang Pavilion stared at the only young man on the passage without blinking.

They have imagined what kind of image a person who can compete with Long Yuetian will look like, maybe a vigorous old man, or a middle-aged man with gray temples, but no matter what, they never imagined that the person who can compete with China's number one master The contestant was actually just a young man.

A young man who looked like he was only 25 six.

However, it was such a young man who asked them to randomly pick out one of them, all of whom were heroes, to wait here for such a long time.

Of course, if you let them know that Ye Feng has been sleeping for a long time, they don't know how they will feel in their hearts.

"What to do! I just mocked him as a beggar."

At the outermost edge of the crowd, the two fat men who were the first to mock Ye Feng were pale, and even their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

Especially the fat man who mocked Ye Feng as a 'beggar' felt the endless cold in the scorching summer.

He couldn't forget Ye Feng's eyes as if he was looking at an ant when he passed him.

Even though Ye Feng didn't say a word to him, the fat man had already begun to imagine his own miserable end.

"Don't be nervous, Lao Ge, isn't he going to compete with Senior Long? Maybe later..."

After crossing the sea of ​​people, Ye Feng walked slowly all the way to Long Yuetian's body, his drooping eyes seemed a little sluggish.

"Your spirit doesn't look very good." Long Yuetian had already stood on the open space outside the pavilion. After meditating here for a night last night, he was ready to fight Ye Feng. After the state, he frowned.

He doesn't like to fight against someone who has no fighting spirit.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense! Hurry up and finish typing, I have to go back and sleep again." Ye Feng's mood faded.

"Arrogance!" Long Yuetian, who was waiting in full force, instantly felt insulted.

A terrifying aura gradually rose from Long Yuetian's body. In this windless weather, the hem of Long Yuetian's robe began to move automatically without wind, attracting the audience's splendor.

On the other hand, Ye Feng still looked listless, as if he didn't feel the pressure of facing Long Yuetian at all.

"Wait!"

Just when Long Yuetian's aura reached its peak and was about to make a move, Ye Feng suddenly called a stop.

"What? Are you scared? Want to ask for mercy?" Long Yuetian, who was interrupted, showed impatience and disdain.

"I have to clarify one thing. Although I don't care about killing Zheng Zixing, I don't like to take the blame for others."

"I know! But you have abolished Zixing's cultivation, I can't stop there!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng did not show any surprise.

If the old fritters who have lived for decades can still be fooled by this kind of trick, Long Yuetian's life will be in vain.

"In that case, then... let's begin!"

As Ye Feng blurted out the last word, the scene that was originally covered by Long Yuetian's momentum suddenly became murderous.

Ye Feng's strength is all obtained in blood and fire, and his aura is naturally fierce to the extreme.

The onlookers outside Linjiang Pavilion also clearly felt Ye Feng's killing intent at this moment, especially the group of warriors standing in the front row felt Ye Feng's killing intent more directly.

A moment ago, when Long Yuetian's aura swept the audience, they only felt a strong sense of compulsion. Although it was also uncomfortable, it was nothing else.

However, under the cover of Ye Feng's killing intent, everyone felt the fear from the bottom of their hearts, making people feel as cold as falling into nine springs in the scorching summer.

You must know that these people standing in the front row are all well-known warriors in China. Anyone who walks out casually can be enshrined by the big family. But now, just feeling Ye Feng's aura, fear arises from the heart.

When this murderous intent spread, Long Yuetian, who was facing Ye Feng, finally couldn't help but lost his voice: "Aura, your aura has been condensed to the essence, have you entered the Tao?"

"Hey! Have some eyesight!" Ye Feng chuckled and admitted Long Yuetian's guess.

The Grandmaster Realm has always been regarded as the lifelong pursuit of warriors. Countless people have worked hard for many years, just to step into the Grandmaster Realm and stand at the top of warriors.

But only a very small number of people who have stepped into the Grandmaster Realm know that above the Grandmaster, there is also a Daoist Grandmaster, and that realm that no one has ever stepped into——God Realm!
In this world where the gods have disappeared, the master of Taoism is the one who stands at the top of the pyramid of warriors.

Facing Long Yuetian, the number one master in China, Ye Feng finally showed all his strength.

Knowing that Ye Feng had entered the Tao, Long Yuetian's calm face instantly became ugly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful, and came to avenge his apprentice.

Only those who have stepped into the realm of a master know how huge the gap is between themselves and a master.

That is a gap that cannot be bridged.

"What? Scared? Want to beg for mercy?" Ye Feng teased.

What responded to Ye Feng was Long Yuetian's sudden punch.

In front of so many people, it is more uncomfortable to let him beg for mercy than to kill him.

Long Yuetian's furious punch contained enough power. When he punched, the wind howled, wrapped in the power of a master, and slammed straight at Ye Feng's face.

"boom!"

Ye Feng fist to fist, and as soon as the two rough fists came into contact, a huge booming sound spread, and cracks spread on the floor under the two people's feet at this moment, unable to withstand the impact of the two fists .

After a brief contact, the two bodies quickly backed up, and every time their footsteps fell, the floor would crack. When the two stood still, the white stone floor they passed had turned into countless rubble.

"So strong!"

Not far away, Xu Yao looked at the scene after the contact between the two, and sighed with solemn expression.

"It seems that Mr. Ye is a bit stronger than Long Yuetian. He only took six steps back, but Long Yuetian took seven steps back."

Beside, Bei Xian frowned.

He had a bad premonition, as if... he was going to lose the bet!

"You didn't show your full strength!" Long Yuetian suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning.

He could feel that Ye Feng held back his hand during the contact just now, but even so, Ye Feng still took a step back less than him.

"If you don't want to defeat me when you are seriously injured, then use all your strength."

"Since you are not afraid of losing ugly, then I will satisfy your request."