Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

"well played!"

The monks below have already been applauded loudly.

Before, they were all on fire, these two outsiders were really deceiving people too much.

It is a shame to see them deflated now.

After being slapped in public, Qiuyue was immediately a little annoyed. She held a scimitar in her hand and was about to charge forward again.

But just when she was about to make a move, Feng Xian stopped her.

"This person's strength is not inferior to yours, let me test his strength." Feng Xian said.

Although Qiuyue was a little annoyed, she still held back and didn't make a move, because after a short fight just now, she had already seen how powerful Ye Chen was.

Even if you try your best, you may not be able to defeat him, and you may end up humiliating yourself.

With a nonchalant expression on Ye Chen's face, he returned to his chair, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Looking at this scene, it seems that he is not going to fight, but to watch the show.

"You are indeed very strong, but you met me, so you have provoked the wrong person." Feng Xian said in a cold voice, and rushed over quickly with a stride.

His body style is very simple, and he doesn't have too many fluctuations of true energy. Instead, he uses the pure power of his body to increase his speed to an unbelievable level.

Everyone couldn't see his movements clearly at all, they only saw the phantoms gradually fading away, and they could no longer capture his real body.

In the next second, Ye Chen raised two fingers and intercepted them in the air, and the wind string was directly bounced off by his strength.

And after Ye Chen accepted the move, it was as if nothing had happened, and he was still sitting where he was drinking tea.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Those who were still questioning Ye Chen's strength before were all speechless at this moment.

It's hard to imagine that a person who has made the ten sects of the righteous way helpless is so insignificant in front of Ye Chen.

How far has his cultivation reached?
In fact, Ye Chen's current cultivation has just broken through to the second level of the Martial King. Although Feng Xian's moves are weird, his strength is still half-step Martial King.

The crushing of such a state is almost insurmountable.

It's just that Ye Chen didn't exude his own aura. In the eyes of everyone, he was still at the peak of Wu Zun in the past.

"You rats, go back to the endless sea, go back and forth from wherever you came from!"

Some people have already shouted and cursed, and everyone criticized the two outsiders.

After all, what they did really angered the monks in the rivers and lakes.

"Are you still coming? I advise you not to, because I might kill you." Ye Chen said lightly.

Feng Xian felt that he had been offended, so he rushed forward again without saying a word.

His movements are extremely mysterious, his speed has broken through the sound barrier, and there is a "buzz" in everyone's ears, and he is no longer visible.

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth raised slightly, since the other party wanted to play, then play with him.

He raised his hands and punched a set of combined punches, his movements seemed a bit slow, but every shot was just right to block Feng Xian's move.

After this operation, it seems that Ye Chen is like a cat playing with a mouse, making decisions at will.

Feng Xian's hands were still waving continuously, and the fist and palm moves continued one after another.

At the same time, his left hand has been hovering on the edge of the scabbard, as if he might draw out the long sword at any time, and make a move to catch him by surprise.

This fight made everyone in the audience break out in cold sweat. They were also worried that Feng Xian's moves were dangerous, and Ye Chen might encounter plots.

However, after dozens of rounds of fighting between the two, Ye Chen freed up one hand to drink tea and only used one hand to deal with it.

This made Feng Xian gnash his teeth in anxiety.

"You humble inferior, how dare you despise me!"

Feng Xian gritted his teeth and said something, and then waved a weird palm print with both hands.

Then, he aroused the aura of heaven and earth to bless himself, and his aura instantly increased.

In the blink of an eye, his aura had already broken through King Wu, and was still rising steadily, until he reached the third level of King Wu, where he barely stopped.

Ye Chen's eyes lit up, this kind of weird secret method, on the contrary, made him gain insight.

There is such a profound method in this world, which can attract the power of the outer world to strengthen oneself and improve one's cultivation.

At this time, Feng Xian's aura had already overwhelmed everyone, becoming the person with the highest cultivation level on the scene, including those high-level officials of the ten sects of righteousness, who were also overwhelmed.

But he didn't make a move right away, the powerful aura gradually stabilized on him, and then he slowly drew out the long sword. At this time, the blade seemed to be covered with a layer of majestic aura, and its power was even stronger.

Seeing such a powerful move, it was just a starting move, and everyone in the audience suddenly felt cold, feeling that there was not much hope for this battle.

I saw that the sword was slashing in the air, and there was no sword energy released, only the full momentum of the sword, as if it could split everything.

Ye Chen also noticed that this person's fighting style is a bit different. Others mobilize their true energy and use it on their opponents to deal more damage.

On the contrary, they mobilize all their true energy to bless themselves, and use the purest moves to break the law.

But he underestimated Ye Chen's physical strength.

After countless times of tempering, his body was comparable to refined iron, and normal weapons could no longer penetrate his skin.

To be on the safe side, he still wrapped the protective qi around his body, and then punched out, facing the long sword head-on.

In a blink of an eye, punches and swords had already collided heavily, making a sonic boom, like thunder.

The blade sparked a string of sparks on Ye Chen's fist, but it couldn't break his protective energy.

Seeing that he had strengthened himself with a secret method, and even a blow with such full strength could not work, Feng Xian was shocked.

At this time, Ye Chen's punch had arrived, and the majestic punch went straight to the chest, as if it was going to smash him to pieces.

Feng Xian quickly put the long sword across his chest to block the punch, but he also flew out like a cannonball, smashing heavily into the ring, leaving a deep dent.

Qiuyue covered her mouth, a little hard to believe this scene, Fengxian was actually defeated.

Feng Xian seemed to have been severely injured, he slowly crawled out of the pit, and said: "This time does not count, I haven't brought my natal weapon, the Xuanwu Sword, and only used [-]% of my strength, do you dare to do it again in seven days? Fight me?"

Ye Chen smiled.

He had never seen such a brazen person.

Obviously lost, but also to find such a strange reason.

He sneered and said, "So you want to play tricks!"

"joke!"

Feng Xian was still full of air and said: "When will the people of my God Sword Valley deny it? My God Sword Valley is as strong as a cloud, and the King Wu who loses to me has a lot of hands. You are just the last An unremarkable one."