The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 906

On the training field below, Tang Hao didn't think too much at the moment, the spiritual power in his body exploded, and he glanced at Qiao Nan at the side in a blink of an eye.

The two looked at each other and nodded slightly, ready to strike at any time.

In mid-air, the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point at this moment. Ye Fei didn't show the slightest fearlessness on his face, and the spiritual power surged all over his body, and the spiritual pressure of the late Nascent Soul broke out at the same time.

"Lianhua Sword!" With a low shout, the ice sword fell into his palm.

The cold fog suddenly appeared, and the temperature dropped.

"Wait a minute..."

"Patriarch Ye, my Dharma King Hall made a mistake in this matter. It is better not to break the rules of the war." Yaofeng changed the subject at this moment.

The momentum on his body gradually faded away, and at the same time, a smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hands and fists towards the person in front of him.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone around couldn't help being slightly stunned. The envoy of the Dharma King at the side couldn't help but let out a cold snort after he realized it, but he still didn't dare to act casually.

It can be seen from one point that this Benson looks arrogant, but deep down, he is still quite afraid of the evil wind.

"I will take my leave. I hope that the Huaxia Martial Arts World will abide by the rules of the Great War." Yaofeng then spoke again, and turned around slowly, as if he was really ready to leave.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief in the training ground below. As long as the rules are not broken, things are still under control.

But at this moment, the moment Zifeng turned around, the purple awns that had dissipated in his eyes condensed again, and the power in his body began to circulate secretly.

He didn't make a move immediately, obviously waiting for something.

"You're really hurt..." The smile on Yaofeng's face gradually turned cold, he obviously knew Ye Fei better.

The head of the Ye family acted decisively and ruthlessly, and his behavior at this time really made Yaofeng guess.

"Ye Mou, are you allowed to go?" At this moment, a cold voice came from the night sky behind.

Not far ahead, Yaofeng frowned, and the purple glow in his eyes was restrained for an instant, his figure stopped, and then he turned around.

But at the moment below, on the training ground, Lu Liang's heart trembled immediately after hearing Ye Fei's words. He almost watched Ye Fei grow from a transformational realm martial artist to what he is today.

Lu Liang knew Ye Fei very well.

"No, this kid, do you really want to fight!" Lu Liang had a complicated expression on his face. With his attitude towards this battle, he absolutely didn't want to break the rules.

Moreover, Ye Fei was seriously injured, so he might not be the opponent of the two in front.

In the night sky, Yaofeng and Benson stopped at the same moment. After Yaofeng turned around, he couldn't help but take a deep look at the person in front of him.

"Patriarch Ye, is there anything else?" Yaofeng asked in a low voice with a calm expression.

When Ye Fei heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the aura on his body became stronger again.

"Since you're here, you have to leave something behind. If you abolish this person's three fingers, you two can leave." Ye Fei's indifferent voice came.

In mid-air, the ice sword in his hand uttered a sword cry at the same time.

"You...what are you talking about!" The blue flame envoy of the Dharma King's Palace in front of him suddenly burst into anger in his eyes, and the blue flames around him exploded with a bang.

A great war seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"Didn't you hear clearly?" In the night sky ahead, the icy voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, revealing endless killing intent.

In this battle, since both sides are unwilling to break the rules, but the commander on the south side, attacking late at night, has already broken the rules.

With Ye Fei's temperament, it is naturally not so easy to let this person go back, and he can also sense that the purple-haired demon wind is ready to make a move.

"Okay, Benson, don't give up your fingers! Do you need me to help you?" Yaofeng snorted, and suddenly turned to look at the person beside him.

At this moment, he can be sure that most of Ye Fei's injuries have already healed, otherwise this person would never dare to be so rampant.

Once the rules of the Great War are broken, the base on the southern side of the Western Martial Arts World will face catastrophe.

"you……"

"Very good, Ye Fei, I remember you." Benson gritted his teeth and said with his eyes red at the moment, staring at the person in front of him.

Even if the rules are not broken, it is undoubtedly an undeniable fact that in Pingcheng, the strongman from the Huaxia Yinmen has died. He only needs to mobilize the full strength of the base tomorrow morning and launch a fatal blow.

In mid-air, Benson thought in his heart, and saw that after he finished speaking, he raised his right arm.

"Whistling!" A burst of blue flames streaked across, and in the palm of his right hand, the three fingers in the middle seemed to be chopped off by a sharp blade.

Benson's complexion paled instantly, and after stabilizing his injuries, he turned around abruptly, ignoring the purple-haired Yaofeng who was beside him, left angrily, and disappeared into the night sky.

"Patriarch Ye, you are still satisfied." The expression on Yaofeng's face did not change too much at the moment, he raised his head and looked forward, and said softly.

The aura of the person in front of him was so strong that he did not make a move in the end.

"Go away." Ye Fei whispered, the breath on his body receded slowly, the ice sword in his hand had disappeared, but the chill in his voice remained.

"I also hope that the Huaxia Martial Arts World can abide by the rules." Yaofeng was not angry, and after a slight smile, he raised his hand to the person in front of him at the same time.

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of this person turned into a purple light and disappeared into the night sky in an instant.

Beihai Pingdao, at this moment in Pingcheng, quickly returned to its usual calm. Ye Fei's figure fell into the training ground, and his aura at this moment seemed a little impetuous.

"Boy Ye, are you okay?" Lu Liang could tell Ye Fei's state at a glance, and hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice.

This feeling is not perceived through spiritual sense. Lu Liang's strength is far inferior to Ye Fei's, but he can clearly sense that the spiritual power in the body of the person in front of him is chaotic.

"It's okay, if I guess right."

"Tomorrow morning, there will be an attack on the western base on the south side. Yaofeng and others are here tonight, just to test."

If Ye Fei behaved a little bit wrong just now, then Yaofeng probably wouldn't have hesitated, and would choose to take the shot directly in the end.

Compared with the rules of the Beihai Campaign, capturing Ye Fei is undoubtedly the most important.

In the training ground, Tang Hao and Qiao Nan hurriedly stepped forward when they heard the words, and at the same time raised their arms and fists towards Ye Fei.

"Lord Ye, I'll call the disciples of the aristocratic family to prepare for tomorrow's battle." The two spoke in unison at this moment, and said quickly.

"Don't worry, let's leave it to the Yinlong Brigade for tomorrow's battle."

"If you don't have enough training from a martial arts family, you can't slack off. Even if you beat the opponent in a fight tomorrow, after I leave, the strong in the Western martial arts world will definitely not let it go."

Ye Fei looked thoughtful, and at the same time as he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the training ground in front of the wooden house in the distance.

From time to time, there was a low shout, and an invisible fighting spirit rose to the sky. After three days of practice without sleep and food, Wu Yun'er had basically mastered the Human Immortal Formation.

And tomorrow will be the moment to verify the power of the battle formation, and it will definitely deter the enemy in one fell swoop.

"Yes, this old man understands." Hearing this, Tang Hao had a glint in his eyes, and quickly raised his hands and cupped his fists, bowing respectfully again.

Qiao Nan, who was on the side, also nodded in agreement at the moment. After the two bowed, they turned and left, and quickly left the training ground.

At this time, under the darkness of night, only Ye Fei and Lu Liang were left in the training ground.

"Boy Ye, tell the old man, what are your chances of winning the battle with those two just now?" Lu Liang twitched the beard around his lips, and couldn't help asking at this moment.

It could be said that he was very nervous just now, but the aura exuded by the two people in mid-air was really too terrifying. Compared with Lu Fang, who was the leader of Pingcheng before, he was stronger but not weaker.

"Fifth floor, my injuries are serious." Ye Fei didn't hide anything, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and responded with a faint smile.

"Five...five floors!"

"Half the chance of winning, you dare to take someone else's finger? Do you know that once those two people really make a move, Pingcheng will probably suffer heavy casualties."

It would not be difficult for two transcendent Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses to raze this temporary base in the Chinese Martial Dao world to the ground without any scruples.

"I know, and they know it too." The smile on Ye Fei's face remained the same. After looking at the person beside him meaningfully, he turned and left with a chuckle.

Compared with Lu Liang's worry, Yaofeng's heart was more or less the same, he was also afraid, Ye Fei had no scruples, and crazily massacred people in the Western martial arts world.

This is also the reason why the Eastern and Western martial arts circles, after the announcement of the war, set the rules that the Nascent Soul Realm cannot participate in the war.

On the training ground, Lu Liang couldn't help being stunned for a long time after hearing Ye Fei's words.

"This courage... the old man is really old." Lu Liang was not a fool, and quickly figured out the reason behind it, and couldn't help but sigh secretly at this moment.

After thinking about it for a while, a cold light flashed in Lu Liang's eyes, and no matter how far he looked towards Pingcheng, the aura on his body gathered.

"Some people, I have to deal with them myself." Lu Liang whispered, his spiritual sense swept across Zhen, and quickly locked on the head of a martial arts family.

This person is none other than Liao Yuanjiu, the Patriarch of Liao Family in Southwest China, who has returned to Pingcheng.

Time passed quietly, and this extraordinary night passed slowly.

Accompanied by the soft light of the morning, the next day has already arrived, on the flat land of Beihai, in Pingcheng at this moment, the children of the martial arts family, under Tang Hao's anxiety, gathered at the border defense line of Pingcheng.

As Ye Fei said last night, on the battlefield in the distance, the strong players in the Western martial arts world have already occupied one side, with Yaofeng and Bensen as the leaders.

The two ambassadors of the Fawang Hall, these two actually held the battle in person, which shows that they attach great importance to this battle.

"The revenge of the severed finger, I must avenge it!" In the western martial arts world, Benson was at the forefront of the crowd at the moment, with an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

Behind him, hundreds of strong men wearing leather armor, whose strength is probably comparable to that of Jindan Dao, stood neatly behind him.

(End of this chapter)