Ye Feng didn't expect that the penalty given to him would be so light. He was only deprived of resources for half a year and could still participate in the competition.
"Okay, let's go back and prepare for the game!"
Regarding the academy's punishment, the disciples on the high platform showed a natural expression and seemed not surprised. The academy will try its best to protect the talented disciples, and even let them fight with each other to grow up faster.
After saying that, Master Hunyuan left, leaving only Ye Feng and Jian Chengfeng in the arena.
Jian Chengfeng didn't seem to expect that the academy would actually give such a painless penalty. He stared at Ye Feng with sinister eyes and murderous intent all over his body.
"Pray that you don't meet me, otherwise I will make you taste life worse than death!"
Jian Chengfeng did not dare to question the academy's penalty. Even if he had thoughts in his heart, he would not express them and could only vent his anger on Ye Feng.
"To each other, I will use what you say to you one by one!"
Ye Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth. This Jian Chengfeng had no repentance and was still attacking him secretly. Now he was openly provoking, which made Ye Feng lose his patience. If he encounters him again, he will show no mercy.
Neither of them stayed too long and returned to their own area, and the game continued.
Returning to the high platform, I found that Kou Chenlong had woken up and Mei Xiaoyao was waiting on him, with tears in his eyes.
"Senior Brother Ye, thank you for saving me again!"
Kou Chenlong stood up after saying that. Mei Xiaoyao should have told him everything just now.
"Lie down and rest in peace. If you hurt the people around me, I will pay you back tenfold!"
Ye Feng signaled Kou Chenlong to lie down. His injuries were serious, but his life was not in danger. Jian Chengfeng still didn't dare to kill in public. Fortunately, his internal organs were not injured and he could fully recover after a few months of rest.
The competition was still going on until ten o'clock in the afternoon, and more than 200 people were eliminated. This time Mei Xiaoyao was no exception. She was defeated at the hands of Senior Sister Danguan Leng Xue, which was considered a glorious defeat.
After a short break, the arena is still changing. This time it has become twenty arenas, and the area has doubled, because at the back, the strength is getting higher and higher, the destructive power is stronger, and the area of the arena and the prohibition protection are increasing.
A new round of drawing started, and there were less than twenty people left in Xuan Courtyard. At the end of this round, there were probably even fewer people left.
There are the most people left in Yizhongtian, about fifty people, Tianxingyuan has nearly fifty people, and some other halls have twenty or thirty people.
Looking at the bamboo stick in his hand, Ye Feng drew number 200. He ranked relatively low and was probably in the last round.
Twenty arenas lit up instantly, and forty disciples fell down together. Three senior brothers appeared, namely Qiguan Kuangdao, Weiwu Hall He Zijing, and Wukui Academy Ye Wuyou. Each of the three defeated their opponents with one move. So far, none of the senior brothers has forced them to use the second move.
Half an hour later, another twenty people were eliminated. The second round started again, and forty people appeared again. This time, four senior brothers appeared. As expected, they still advanced smoothly.
The third round started soon, and the powerful ones were able to advance smoothly. The ones with similar levels were Heitianhundi, who didn't want to give up, and many arenas were stained with blood.
Until the fifth round, Ye Feng appeared, and his opponent was a Xiantian realm disciple.
"Senior Brother Ye, I know I am no match for you, so I admit defeat!"
This disciple was very sensible and took the initiative to admit defeat. So far in the competition, the first voluntarily giving up occurred.
"Concession!"
Ye Feng hugged him and expressed his gratitude.
We returned to the high platform and continued to watch the game until dusk. This round was all over, with only about 120 people left. There were even many people who had defeated their opponents but were seriously injured and found it difficult to go further.
"Everyone has seen the competition so far. It is very fierce and cruel. We have all seen your performance. We hope you will grit your teeth and strive for better results. Take a break and compete for the top 60 name!"
Master Hunyuan stood up, glanced around, and his voice spread to every corner.
Everyone is getting nervous. Today is very different from previous years. There are ten more places to go to the fantasy world. The most critical moment has come. No one wants to be eliminated like this. Once they lose, they will lose the opportunity to go to the fantasy world.
Time!
The surrounding area was silent. Everyone was seizing the time to make final recovery. A large amount of true spiritual pills were taken out and began to be swallowed. The instructors on various high platforms continued to treat the injured.
A stick of incense passed quickly, and many people had opened their eyes. There was a sense of determination in their eyes, and powerful momentum began to burst out, and the fighting spirit was ruthlessly raging.
The lottery cages have already been sorted out, and the new numbers have been placed, waiting for everyone to continue drawing lots.
There were only a dozen people left in the Xuan Courtyard, and there were only a dozen sticks in the lottery cage. One by one, they carefully took out one stick, because they were afraid of drawing a powerful opponent. The thirteen cousins were the ones they were least willing to face. .
The last bamboo stick was left to Ye Feng, and he reached out and took it out. The number seven was clearly written on it, and Ye Feng would play in the first round.
In the end, it no longer mattered who fought first and who fought last. The gap in strength was getting closer and closer.
Jumping down to the No. 7 arena, his opponent had already fallen. When he saw it was Ye Feng, the disciple showed a powerful aura, and his fierce fighting spirit burst out instantly.
"Ye Feng is in danger now. He unexpectedly encounters Thunderbolt Hand Tenglong. He is a real earth martial artist. I heard that he was preparing for the competition a month ago."
The moment Ye Feng landed on the ring, the disciples around him shook their heads, thinking that Ye Feng's good luck was about to come to an end.
Ye Feng has also heard some information about Thunderbolt Hand Tenglong. This person is warlike and a real militant. His famous stunt is a pair of palm techniques. Those who died in his hands can hardly move beyond three moves. He is very powerful. .
"Your reputation has been booming recently. I've always wanted to meet you, but I've been struggling with the opportunity. Today we can just compete and let me see what's so special about you!"
Ye Feng's name has indeed risen crazily in recent months. Many inner disciples only know his name but not his identity. Young disciples must be competitive, and Thunderbolt Hand Tenglong is no exception. I want to know whether the rumors from the outside are true. .
"Both, the name Thunderbolt Hand and Tenglong is also heard in my ears like thunder!"
Ye Feng hugged him with a fist!
"please!"
Tenglong made a gesture of invitation, asking Ye Feng to take action first.
The two bodies struck out instantly, colliding together in a small space, and a palm wind that could crush everything came towards Ye Feng's face. The thunderbolt palm pursues speed, accuracy, ruthlessness, and is very domineering, and every shot is a killer move.
"Bang bang bang!"
The two exchanged several moves in succession, each palm being caught by Ye Feng, unable to break through Ye Feng's defense.
The figures crossed each other, the two people changed their angles, and performed the Thirteen Thunderbolt Styles to their heart's content.
"Look, Brother Tenglong has already used his fourth move, and he still can't defeat Ye Feng!"
Someone on the high platform exclaimed, "The Thirteen Thunderbolt Movements are very powerful. As long as you launch a move, it will be continuous, one move after another, without giving the opponent any chance until he is hit by the palm technique."
Ye Feng's body was like a fish, moving left and right. Every time his Thunder Palm struck out, it swam close to Ye Feng's body and could not hit his body. The disciples around him looked terrified.
"Thunderbolt Whirlwind Palm!"
After five consecutive palms failed to hit Ye Feng, Tenglong's eyes turned cold, and he seemed to be really angry. He once again used the whirlwind palm, which was the sixth to ninth palms superimposed together, three palms in a row.
"Ye Feng is in danger. I know this whirlwind palm. It is a superposition of three palms. It is extremely powerful. Let's see how Ye Feng dodges!"
Until now, Ye Feng has been dodging and not fighting back. Now the surrounding area is blocked by palm prints. Everyone wants to see how Ye Feng dodges or fights back.
"Good palm skills!"
Ye Feng exclaimed in admiration. Although this thunderbolt palm technique was not as good as his own body-shattering and bone-shattering fist, it should not be underestimated. In addition, Tenglong had cultivated it to the Great Perfection state and understood the essence of the palm technique. There were bursts of roars between the moves. The combination of body technique and palm technique is perfect.
Tenglong's attack speed is getting faster and faster, gradually wrapping Ye Feng. Ye Feng's range of activities gradually shrinks, like a big cocoon, controlled by the palm prints. If he does not fight back, Ye Feng can only suffer a huge blow from the Thunder Palm.
"Take action. If you don't, you will die in my hands!"
Seeing that Ye Feng had not yet planned to fight back, Thunderbolt Hand Tenglong let out a loud shout, suddenly accelerated his palm skills, and slapped Ye Feng hard.
"not necessarily!"
Ye Feng's voice was very ethereal, his body made an incredible angle, his waist formed an S shape, and his palms passed through his waist. Ye Feng's steps stumbled, his body ejected, escaped the control of his palms, and appeared outside the circle.
"ah!"
Many people on the high platform exclaimed at the same time. They were stunned by Ye Feng's strange movement. He avoided it extremely well. The thunderbolt palm moved close to his body. They couldn't understand how Ye Feng left the palm. Controlled by law, he sprang out from the extremely narrow space.
"boom!"
The palm missed, and the thunderbolt palm struck the ring with a bang, and a deep pit appeared on the ground. If it hit Ye Feng, he would probably be seriously injured.
"What a beautiful movement, it's simply wonderful!"
Many disciples watched mesmerized, one attacking and the other dodging, attacking like thunder and dodging like mist. They could not imagine at all. If it were them, would they be able to avoid it from such a small space
Thunderbolt Hand Tenglong was also stunned, as if he did not expect that Ye Feng could dodge his whirlwind palm. With a flick of his body, the palm technique struck again, continuously, even more violent than the previous palm technique, like a heavy rain.
Facing the overwhelming palm skills, Ye Feng drew an arc from the corner of his mouth and disappeared again. No matter how violent the palm skills were, he could not get close. Ye Feng wanted to test how powerful the Thirteen Thunderbolt Styles were. If Ye Feng He took action and had already defeated Tenglong with one punch. (To be continued)