The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 1326 Xiaoyao Monument Second

At this moment, he felt great pressure. If he didn't hand over the ancient artifact, the people below would probably attack directly, and the master uncle of Xiaoyaomen would never intervene to stop it.

This ranked Martial Arts Club seems to be quite large in scale and is bound by sect rules, but in fact there are not too many rules, and the sect has always respected the strong.

"Well... it should be so."

Situ Feng pondered for a while, although he was extremely heartbroken, he still didn't hesitate too much at the moment.

When he raised his hand, a dark compass fell into his palm, and he threw it down.

"Thank you." On the battle platform, Ye Fei smiled lightly and put away the compass.

This treasure, after he refines it, will definitely be a rare trump card. With his method of formation, the storage capacity of formation in this ancient artifact will be greatly increased.

But at this moment, on the stands in front of them, the grand masters and uncles of the Xiaoyaomen all had expressions of great interest, and their faces were completely filled with the expression that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Put away the ancient compass, and the ranking martial arts will continue.

At this moment on the battle platform, Ye Fei glanced forward, but after a glance, he quickly looked away.

"Back off, you are not Ye's opponent." Ye Fei's face was calm, and he stood with his hands behind his back at this moment, exuding this speechless momentum all over his body.

When the people in front heard the words, they couldn't help showing displeasure on their faces.

After all, he is one of Xiaoyaomen's arrogance, but in terms of ranking, he is even higher than those in front, how could he easily admit defeat?

"Junior Brother Ye, it is a good thing to have confidence, but to be too conceited is stupid." Wang Yuan's whole body froze, the three stars on his arms lit up, and the robe around him was automatic without wind.

As for this new disciple, he is a ranked disciple of Xiaoyaobei, so he has heard of it. The strength of this person seems to be only around the one-star demon, and he cannot be his opponent.

After saying that, Wang Yuan's figure flickered, and the long sword in his palm rang out.

The next moment, his figure brought out an afterimage. The speed was jaw-dropping, almost in the blink of an eye, and the sharp sword light had already wrapped Ye Fei's figure.

On the platform on the top of the mountain, the eyes of the people around were flickering, and they were all focused on the battle platform at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fei didn't move at all, and the aura on his body didn't explode too much. When he raised his head and looked forward, he slowly raised his right arm.

"break!"

With a low shout, he clenched his palms into fists in an instant.

Facing the sword glow all over the sky, Ye Fei did not choose to defend, but punched out suddenly.

"Bang, boom."

"..."

There was a muffled sound, and then it swept across the surroundings. The force of that punch made the sound of piercing through the air, as if ignoring the defense, it landed steadily on the person in front.

Wang Yuan's figure trembled, he was almost instantly sent flying, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

But even so, since the slashing power of the green sword in his hand fell with it, the sword shadows all over the sky condensed, and finally slashed towards Ye Fei as if they were unified.

"Bang bang!"

"Crack...'

The sword light fell, making a piercing sound of metal collisions. Not far ahead, after Wang Yuan stabilized his figure, he subconsciously raised his right arm and looked at the green sword in his hand, with fear in his eyes.

As a result of his gaze, cracks had already appeared on this middle-grade ancient utensil.

"how can that be!"

"This person's physical strength can resist ancient artifacts?" Wang Yuan was shocked in his heart, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense.

In a simple fight, the gap between the two was obvious, and the person in front did not attack again. Wang Yuan looked at the long sword in his hand, and couldn't help smiling wryly at this moment.

"Junior Brother Ye, Wang admits defeat."

Wang Yuan is not a stupid person, and he quickly realized that if he continues to make a move, it may not be as simple as damaging the ancient artifact in his hand.

After finishing speaking, Wang Yuan raised his hands and cupped his fists, then turned and walked off the stage.

He had no chance to make another move, and Wang Yuan's name was originally ranked ninth on the phantom of the Xiaoyao Monument above the battle platform, but now it has dropped one place.

"Concession..."

Ye Fei looked calmly and raised his hand in return.

From the beginning to the end of this battle, it took only a few breaths. At this moment, the eyes of everyone around could not help but brighten up.

"Hey, Old Nan Chen, did you see that?"

"This is my disciple. This year's Xiaoyao Monument ranking, I want to be number one." Nangong Xie chuckled. As a master-uncle-level powerhouse, he could already sense that his disciple seemed to have become stronger.

At the same time, at the foot of the main peak at this moment, the ranking of the Happy Stone Tablet changed almost at the same time.

In an instant, the disciples in the entire Xiaoyaomen were shocked by it.

"Master Ye, ranked ninth!"

"Haha, haha, Zhang Yu, shouldn't the two hundred magic crystals pressed by the younger brother be doubled?"

"Yes, yes, this must be doubled."

For a moment, at the foot of the main peak of Xiaoyaomen, the faces of many sect disciples couldn't help showing excitement.

Because of the relationship between Hongyu and the shepherd boy before, many of them took out some magic crystals and gambled on this new Master Ye, and that Zhang Yu could be said to be open to all comers.

"Hmph, why panic, the martial arts meeting is not over yet, who knows if this kid can walk down the main peak."

"I, Zhang Yu, make a bet every year. Brothers, please be patient. It's only the ninth door. I bet, this is the limit of this kid." Zhang Yu said quickly at this moment, steadying everyone around Emotions.

If it's just No.9, he can still afford to pay. Fortunately, the brothers in front of him didn't intend to take out too many magic crystals.

"Wait...wait a minute, you are looking at the rankings, and Ye Fei's name has changed again."

"No. 8."

"Hiss, how is this possible, is it too fast?"

At the foot of the main peak, in front of the Xiaoyao Monument, almost in a few breaths, under the horrified eyes of the crowd, the shimmering name rose two places in a row.

And during that period, there is almost no interval.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sure I'll get more first names." Among the crowd in front of her, Hongyu smiled slightly, with a confident look on her face.

Beside him, the shepherd boy's eyes were also shining at this moment, and he was undoubtedly the one who pressed the most bets before. Seeing the ranking on the stone tablet rise, the shepherd boy's heartbeat also continued to speed up.

"It's done, the young master really made it this time, one hundred thousand magic crystals, ten top-grade ancient artifacts."

"Hahaha……"

The shepherd boy couldn't help laughing at this moment, the magic crystal is not bad, even if the ten top-quality ancient artifacts are from the Xiaoyaomen, it is definitely not easy to get them out in a short time.

The ancient artifacts of the Outland Demon Land are almost comparable to fairy treasures, and the top-grade ancient artifacts are even more rare.

In front of the Xiaoyao Stone Tablet, Zhang Yu turned his head at this moment, looking at the ranking on the Houfa Stone Tablet, his complexion was instantly livid, and he dared not look away for a moment, for fear that this person's ranking would rise again.

"no, I can not."

"It's the limit. This should be the limit. The top seven on the Xiaoyao Monument are the disciples of the real master of the main peak. It is absolutely impossible to lose to this person." Zhang Yu couldn't help muttering in cold sweat at the moment.

Time passed quietly, and this time Ye Fei's name seemed to have paused a little.

But it was only a slight pause, and the next moment it rose again, No. 7, No. 6, No. 5, the speed was so fast that people were dumbfounded, and everyone around them.

In front of the stele, the disciples of the Xiaoyaomen were all frozen in place at the moment.

"This……"

"Pfft!" Zhang Yu's figure trembled, his face turned red at this moment, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

For hundreds of years, the top seven of the Xiaoyao Monument finally changed, but the change seemed to be a little bit too much. After a while, the disciples of the surrounding sects still haven't recovered.

At the same time, at the top of the main peak, the ranking martial arts competition is still going on.

On the stands in the distance, the masters and uncles of Xiaoyaomen, except for Nangongxie and Xu Qingfeng, the others, including Nanchen, all had ugly expressions on their faces.

In front of him, according to his eyes, Situ Feng, who was ranked fifth on the battle stage, raised his hands and clasped his fists at this moment.

"Junior Brother Ye, I admit defeat."

"If there is a chance, you and I can meet for a fight next year." After Situ Feng finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the arena without any hesitation.

He has even taken away the ancient artifacts of the array, so how can he still have the strength to fight against the people in front of him.

The moment Situ Feng left the field, the sound of the phantom stele above the battle platform, accompanied by Ye Fei's name climbed, and the name of No. 4 Yu Lang on the stele was slowly lit up at the same time.

"Admit defeat."

Above the battle stage, the three brothers and sisters of the Yu family also had self-knowledge.

Last night, the three of them teamed up and couldn't trap the people below, let alone fighting one alone at this moment. This son's combat power is probably far superior to theirs.

"Main Peak, Yu Suqing, admit defeat!"

Almost at the same moment, Yu Suqing and the others spoke at the same time.

At this moment, they didn't even seem to be bothering to end the battle. After finishing speaking, they just dodged and left the big spot of light in the midair of the battle arena.

In less than half a moment, the ranking on the Xiaoyao Monument has undergone a huge change. Ye Fei was originally ranked tenth, but after several people in front of him surrendered in turn, he jumped to No.2 in one fell swoop.

Above his name, there is only one person left at this moment.

Ahead, above the stands, the smile on Nangong Xie's face became wider. He couldn't help turning his head at this moment, looking at Nan Chen beside him who was looking depressed, and a wicked smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Chen, look at the dragon beard flower, the ancient artifact that has been bet on before, shouldn't it be prepared?" Nangong Xie blinked, looked at the people beside him and laughed.

At this moment, when Nan Chen heard the words, his complexion changed slightly, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"I just talked about old Nan Chen one by one, do you know how to address him as Senior Brother Chen?"

"The martial arts competition is not over yet, so don't be proud of yourself in front of this old man!"

Nan Chen turned around, glared at the person beside him, and couldn't help shouting in a low voice.

Almost at the same time, Xu Qingfeng on the side seemed to be talking with the other extremely great uncles on the side, and the smile on her face was no less than that of Nangong Xie.

It can be seen that there is a bet between these top sect experts.

Ahead, on the battle arena, Ye Fei jumped from No.10 on the Xiaoyao Monument to second in a row. After stepping into the battle arena, he only made one shot from the beginning to the end.

Except for Wang Yuan, the others almost all surrendered without hesitation.

But at this moment, a sharp gaze had already focused on Ye Fei, and in the next moment, there was a purple light flashing in the air, and a man with strange purple hair and a stern expression appeared on the battle platform. superior.

"The main peak of Xiaoyaomen, Zifeng."

"Please."

Without too much nonsense, the cold voice of the person in front came.

At this moment, the eyes of all the people around were shimmering, and almost at the same moment, their eyes were all focused on the battle platform.

"Eldest brother, finally made a move!"

"Seven-star Heavenly Demon, in the entire Xiaoyaomen, except for the master and uncle, it can be said to be the strongest demon cultivator."

"Junior Brother Ye, most likely he is not an opponent..."

Around the battle stage, those Tianjiao disciples who had just admitted defeat could not help but murmur while looking forward.

Even though they were afraid of Ye Fei's dominance, in Xiaoyaomen's disciples' hearts, this senior brother of the main peak was almost invincible among the younger generation.

Not to mention Xiaoyaomen, even if you look at the entire Outland Demon Land, among the young Tianjiao generation, they are also invincible.

Ahead, above the stands at this moment, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Nan Chen, suddenly focused his eyes.

"Junior Brother Nan, I bet that Fenger will win this battle. Do you dare to raise your bet and add a dragon beard flower and a top-grade ancient artifact?" Nan Chen's eyes were reddish at this moment, staring at the person beside him opened the mouth.

Nangong Xie couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Nangong Xie responded immediately without hesitation.

Although he knew that on the battle stage ahead, the strength gap between the two was not small, and that Zifeng had the absolute upper hand in terms of cultivation alone, but for some reason, he had a great deal of respect for his apprentice. Confidence.

On the top of the main peak, on the battle platform at this moment, Ye Fei glanced forward, and the person in front of him was so familiar.

"You, do you remember Ye Mou?" Ye Fei didn't rush to make a move, his eyes were focused on the person in front of him.

On the battle stage, Zifeng's eyes flickered, his face was always indifferent, and there was no change in his expression. Obviously he didn't know Ye Fei, and he didn't have any image in his mind.

"Go ahead."

"As the senior brother of our sect, I will give you the power of a single blow." Zifeng stood with his hands behind his back at this moment, with extraordinary momentum all over his body, his brows were full of aloofness, and he glanced at the person in front of him.

At the same time as he opened his mouth, Zifeng had already withdrawn his gaze, and there was too much disdain on his face.

On the battle platform in front of him, Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly. He had discovered earlier that the body of the long-dead Purple Palace Lord had changed, and the person in front of him was obviously the reason for it.

What is the incarnation of Enlightenment, Ye Fei now has no idea, but judging from the scene in front of him, these incarnations distributed in all walks of life have no connection with each other, as if they don't know the existence of each other.

(End of this chapter)