The ruffian enters the fairyland

Ye Feng felt annoyed for a while, he had never seen this before, when he met, he was indiscriminate, and after asking his own name, he immediately launched an attack. ┗ #_ ┛

Move your feet, dodge the opponent's attack, and dodge your body to the side.

The strength of the opponent is not low, even above Ye Feng, he has reached the peak of Jindan, and his fist has evolved into a hill, coming head-on.

Seeing Ye Feng dodging his own attack, Ma Mingjun was very surprised. In his impression, he had never met an opponent at the same level, but all the monks who faced him were defeated by his own move, and Ye Feng Feng is just a monk who has just advanced to the golden core stage, and even his realm has not been stabilized, so how could he escape his own attack.

"God King Fist!" Ma Mingjun yelled, and punched continuously, forming a huge god king in golden armor in front of him, showing power without anger.

The huge god king stretched out his thick arms and punched Ye Feng with a punch.

The coercion spread all over the space, and even the air in front of Ye Feng seemed to be frozen.

Ye Feng showed an incomparably dignified expression. This opponent should not be underestimated. Qinglong Academy is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. Before entering the Golden Core Stage, Ye Feng used the Foundation Establishment Stage to kill countless Golden Core Stages.

But now that he has successfully advanced to the Golden Core Stage, Ye Feng thinks that as long as he becomes a Golden Core Stage cultivation base, he will be absolutely invincible at least in the same realm, and as long as he doesn't meet a Nascent Soul Stage master, there will be no trouble.

But now facing Ma Mingjun, Ye Feng realized that he was used to smooth sailing, so that he was a little arrogant, and it seemed that he needed to sharpen it a bit.

"Black Tiger Fist!" Seeing Ma Mingjun fighting with his bare hands, Ye Feng also gave up his magic weapon and used his physical strength to fight Ma Mingjun. However, what Ye Feng learned was too simple and he didn't have any combat skills. Take out the Black Tiger Fist that you first learned in the Wanghai School to meet the enemy.

This is also the most effective method Ye Feng has mastered.

"Aw!" A black tiger descending from the mountain appeared vaguely on Ye Feng's fist, roaring and rushing towards Ma Mingjun.

"Boom!" The God King collided with the black tiger, making a loud noise, and the shock wave rushed far away.

Some students from Qinglong Academy were also attracted by the fight between the two and watched from afar.

"Who is this kid who dares to fight Ma Mingjun under the Crown Prince?"

"Why, you don't know him, but he is the most famous student joining this year, Ye Feng who is known as a crazy ruffian."

No wonder, he really deserved to be a crazy ruffian, he was really crazy enough, he even shouted at the prince's subordinates, not ordinary madness.

"This is still crazy, you don't know, there are still some conflicts between the two, and it is said that the conflicts were caused by Ye Feng."

"What's going on, tell me quickly."

No matter where you are, there will be enthusiastic gossip crowds.

"It is said that when Ye Feng entered the trial tower for the first time to practice, he occupied Ma Mingjun's special training room. Ma Mingjun wanted to teach Ye Feng a lesson. This is not the second time Ye Feng still occupied Ma Mingjun. Ma Mingjun gambled over his practice room."

For those who knew the reason for the fight between the two, when Ye Feng entered the last practice room on the 530th floor, Ma Mingjun said that he would severely punish this bold guy.

And Ye Feng didn't know all this, he didn't even understand why the monk in front of him attacked him for no reason, so Ye Feng was also very dissatisfied.

Although Qinglong Academy does not allow students to fight, if there is a conflict, you can make an appointment with the trial field to resolve it, but since the monk in front of you is the first to attack, you can't just catch him without a fight. This is not Ye Feng's style, so what if Qinglong Academy has rules , Ye Feng does not take the initiative to destroy it, but it does not mean that Ye Feng will abide by it, at least in the current situation, Ye Feng will not abide by it.

After a few rounds, Ma Mingjun also put away his contempt. He thought that Ye Feng would be easily defeated, but now it seems that he was wrong. Although Ye Feng is only at the early stage of Jindan, his combat power is no better than his own. Difference.

A set of the most humble Black Tiger Fist, performed in Ye Feng's hands, is not inferior to his own God King Fist. This is what surprised Ma Mingjun the most. The students of Qinglong Academy all understand the power of God King Fist. Students are not qualified to practice, and they can't even touch it. Ma Mingjun only came into contact with Shenwangquan because of the prince's favor.

But Ye Feng actually used a set of Black Tiger Fist that only warriors can practice against the God King Fist. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

"The tiger roars in the mountains and forests!" A fierce tiger more than ten meters in front of Ye Feng appeared, and rushed towards the god king in front of Ma Mingjun.

Although you have the majesty of a god and king, my black tiger is not a mortal thing.

Seeing that he was not at a disadvantage, Ye Feng immediately felt confident, and his fists were even more violent.

What Black Tiger Fist is about is imposing manner, what it wants is to have the bearing of a king, the tiger is the king of beasts, so Black Tiger Fist naturally wants to show the majesty shown by the king.

And if the cultivator who uses the Black Tiger Fist loses his aura, the Black Tiger Fist will only have its shape but not its spirit. After Ye Feng has gone through countless battles, although he does not have the majesty of a king, he also has the demeanor of despising the monks in the world , Exercising the Black Tiger Fist is naturally extraordinary.

"Dragon Soars Tiger Leaps!"

"The black tiger wags its tail!"

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In Ye Feng's hands, the Black Tiger Fist has exerted its power to the limit. Every move has the imposing manner of the ancient times, like a wild beast from the ancient times, defusing Ma Mingjun's attack and attacking from time to time.

The more Ma Mingjun fights, the more frightened he is. Most of the battles between monks are based on magic weapons. Few people choose to fight in close quarters. The main reason for this is the consumption of spiritual energy. Such close combat consumes the most spiritual energy.

And the Black Tiger Fist that Ye Feng used has an aura that can only be obtained when inspired by spiritual energy. In Ma Mingjun's view, Ye Feng's spiritual energy will not be able to supply until he defeats Ye Feng, so Ma Mingjun has always maintained With a certain amount of patience.

But as the battle progressed, Ma Mingjun discovered that the aura in Ye Feng's body was like a big river, flowing endlessly.

Ma Mingjun was a little impatient. Many students had already gathered around, watching or commenting. This made Ma Mingjun a little awkward. As the subordinate of the prince of Qinglong Academy, his cultivation was two realms higher than Ye Feng. But being pressed by Ye Feng every step of the way, it was like discrediting the prince's face.

"The god king is critical!" Ma Mingjun ignored the consequences, forcibly gathered all the spiritual energy, and displayed the ultimate killer.

This move requires a very strong aura to consume, and Ma Mingjun's cultivation base can't fully grasp it, but in the confrontation with Ye Feng, Ye Feng's potential was stimulated by Ye Feng, and he even used the magic power that he had been unable to display all the time. Wang Junji evolved.

With ecstasy on his face, Ma Mingjun's self-confidence burst instantly.

The king of gods in golden armor is like a giant god descending from the fairy world, without a trace of emotion, only a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

A golden fist shot out from the sky and smashed down on the roaring black tiger.

Ma Mingjun had even seen in advance that his god king would crush Ye Feng's black tiger into powder with one punch, and then Ye Feng would fly out backwards, peeling off layers of skin if he didn't die.

Ye Feng naturally sensed the aura from the opposite side, and his eyes burst into surprise. This kind of combat skill is really powerful.

He knew that his Black Tiger Fist would never be able to compete with him, but Ye Feng was not a pedantic person, and he would not choose to fight against his opponent just because of face. He knew where his strengths were, so it would be better to use magic weapons.

"Hum!" The space trembled, and Ye Feng had a dull broken knife in his hand. The dark rust showed that this broken knife could be destroyed at any time.

Isn't it just a god king evolved from a golden core monk? The Dragon Slaying Saber in my hand has even killed a real dragon, so I still care about it.

Ye Feng tightly gripped the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, and he slashed at the god king with all his strength.

Murderous aura filled the entire space, and countless beheaded figures flashed in the light of the knife, including human monks and high-level spirit beasts, and even two hovering dragons.

"Pfft!" It was just a slight sound, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

"Ah!" Ma Mingjun let out a scream, clutching his chest tightly with his hands, staggered back with big strides, and then sat down on the ground with a puff, his face turned pale, and a trace of eye-catching blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The evolved God King disappeared without a trace with the slash of the dragon-slaying knife, as if it had never appeared, not even a trace of aura fluctuations remained.

"What, it turned out that Ma Mingjun lost!" The students who watched the excitement couldn't believe the situation before them. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that it was true.

"The crazy ruffian is really powerful!" Some students shouted.

"Tch, Ma Mingjun fights him with his fists, and this guy is not particular at all, he actually relied on magic weapons to win, it's too despicable." Some students despise Ye Feng's actions. Magic weapons have an advantage against the body, of course. .

"Haha, this is the crazy ruffian. If you play the cards according to the rules, then Ye Feng will not be a crazy ruffian. Don't forget, he can't help being crazy and ruffian." Some students also expressed their support for Ye Feng's approach.

Ye Feng looked around, knowing that he could say anything.

"Why, is it natural for a monk at the peak of the golden core to kill a monk who has just advanced to the golden core stage, and it is against the rules for me to use the magic weapon, what nonsense logic." Ye Feng would not pay attention to these people's views, as always madness.

"Finally, why are you against me? I don't believe you are looking for me to learn from." Ye Feng put away the Dragon Saber and asked Ma Mingjun who was staring at the ground.

"Boy, don't be complacent. You have to know that I belong to the prince. Hitting me will have extremely serious consequences." Ma Mingjun looked at Ye Feng viciously, feeling rather unwilling. In this kind of humiliation, getting hurt is a trivial matter, but losing face is a major matter.