"Boy, I challenge you, do you dare to accept it?"
The silver-haired old man opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said provocatively.
"Challenge me?"
Hearing the silver-haired old man's words, Ye Chenfeng smiled.
The silver-haired old man is only at the peak level of the sixth-level Mystic Beast Sect, even if he took a piece of the top-grade protective mirror, it would not pose a danger to Ye Chenfeng.
"Boy, what are you laughing at?"
Seeing Ye Chenfeng's sudden smile, the silver-haired old man's expression darkened, and he asked in a low voice.
"It's nothing, I accept your challenge." Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly, and agreed very happily: "Let's go, how about we go to fight now?"
"Um… "
The silver-haired old man didn't expect Ye Chenfeng to agree so readily, seeing his relaxed appearance, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
However, he sensed Ye Chenfeng's strength repeatedly, and he was sure that he was only at the fourth level of the Xuan Beast Sect realm. He felt relieved and said solemnly: "Since you are rushing to die, then I will help you."
"act recklessly."
Ye Chenfeng shook his head, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with the silver-haired old man, and went directly to the fighting arena.
Because of the dispute just now, the entrance of the fighting arena was seriously damaged, but it did not affect the fighting. Ye Chenfeng jumped into an empty fighting arena.
"Well, Ice Fan King!"
Suddenly, a familiar figure entered Ye Chenfeng's eyes. He didn't expect his first target, the Ice Fan King, instead of chasing and killing the sword spirit puppet, appeared in the fighting arena, preparing to fight with others.
Obviously, after the auction ended, many people, like Ye Chenfeng, had other people's ideas and wanted to obtain their favorite treasures through fighting.
"Boy, it's your honor to die by my hands. For the sake of that bottle of Tianshi **, I can give you a good time."
The silver-haired old man showed a ferocious smile, said ferociously, took out a ghost-headed sword, and was ready to strike.
"etc… "
Ye Chenfeng spoke suddenly.
"What? I'm scared, but it's too late."
The silver-haired old man said with a sneer, thinking that Ye Chenfeng was timid before the battle.
"Ice Fan King, I will challenge you soon, do you dare to fight?"
Ye Chenfeng ignored the silver-haired old man's ridicule, turned around slightly, saw the cold aura exuding all over his body, and held an Ice Fan King with a folding fan painted with a hundred beasts, and challenged it in public.
"What, he wants to challenge the Ice Fan King!"
The ferocious smile on the silver-haired old man's face instantly froze, his eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Chenfeng as if he wanted to see a monster.
The fourth-level mysterious beast sect challenged the peerless king. If it is not a problem with the brain, it is that it has absolute confidence in its own strength.
"Could it be that this kid pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and he has the strength to fight against the peerless king."
A terrible idea appeared in the silver-haired old man's mind, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he regretted his recklessness, he blindly challenged Ye Chenfeng without inquiring about Ye Chenfeng's true strength.
"Challenge me?"
The Ice Fan King, who was about to make a move, was stunned, showing a disdainful smile, looked at Ye Chenfeng and said, "Let's wait until you defeat him, I'm really not interested in fighting the weak."
"If I defeat him, do you dare to accept my challenge?" Blood Soul Grass is too important to Ye Chenfeng, he asked reluctantly.
"Okay, if you beat him, I'll play with you." The Ice Fan King showed a proud smile, and warned: "But I will not show mercy to the weak. If you fight with me, you will definitely die."
"It's not certain who will die!" Ye Chenfeng sneered, turned his gaze to the silver-haired old man with an ugly face and uneasy, and said coldly: "Okay, let's start."
"Wait, I didn't mean anything malicious just now, please be merciful."
Sensing Ye Chenfeng's sudden and fierce aura, the silver-haired old man's inner anxiety became more and more intense, and he said timidly.
"I will show no mercy to the weak."
"Go ahead."
Ye Chenfeng ignored the silver-haired old man's begging for mercy. He knew very well that if he didn't have absolute strength, the silver-haired old man would never forgive himself.
"Okay, you forced me to do this."
Sensing Ye Chenfeng's fighting spirit, the silver-haired old man knew that this battle was inevitable, so he put on the top-quality earth weapon heart guard obtained from the auction on his body, and a colorful poisonous spider emerged from his body .
The silver-haired old man let out a loud cry, and quickly merged with the poisonous spider, increasing his strength to the greatest extent. Holding a top-grade earth weapon-level skull sword, he attacked Ye Chenfeng.
"Silver wind knife cut!"
Dao Senbai's sword light cut out continuously, like a surging tide swept towards Ye Chenfeng, and the impenetrable shadow of the sword enveloped him.
Although Ye Chenfeng's realm is not as good as the silver-haired old man, his physical strength exceeds a million catties, which is more terrifying than ordinary fourth-level heavenly beasts.
Being attacked by the soul skills performed by the silver-haired old man, Ye Chenfeng did not merge with the soul beast, the two-headed blood dragon king, but simply operated the six-veined divine gang to exert his physical strength to the extreme.
"Crash Cloud Palm!"
Ye Chenfeng shouted loudly, and the power of a million catties exploded completely, condensing an invincible handprint, and bombarded the Yinfeng Dao Zhan, who was chopping down all over the sky.
Wherever the handprint went, the air shattered, and the air flow surged, tearing apart the silver wind saber, and bombarded the silver-haired old man whose face changed drastically with undiminished power.