Lord Sovereign

"Huh?." Seeing that Ding Fei used his family's things, he didn't dare to be careless, but he didn't dare to step forward to deal with it.

"Huh." Fang Wei suddenly sneered. His body shook slightly, and he moved more than ten feet away in an instant. He threw three thumb-sized lightning balls in a row, sealing the three directions around Ding Fei.

Fei Hong was shocked off the court. He then remembered that Fang Wei's original speed was not slow at all. It seems that he had been with Fang Wei for so long yesterday, yet he hadn't seen him this fast. It was most likely that Fang Wei didn't want to expose too much of his power...

Ding Fei on the field was also nervous at this moment. Seeing Fang Wei rushing over with a faint thunderous lightning all over his hands, he knew there was no way of avoiding the attack than to face it. Once, he gritted his teeth, the blood mist on his body rose again, and two massive palms appeared. The blood fog palms, combined into one, and became about the size of a human head. Then, he threw it at Fang Wei.

Because Fang Wei was too fast, he was almost in front of him at this moment. This blood mist palm directly hit Fang Wei's body, and the resulting "crack" sounded loudly. As soon as the blood mist palm touched Fang Wei, it instantly turned into blood fog, shrouding Fang Wei.

Fang Wei stagnated because of the blood mist, Ding Fei jumped out sideways with a certain chance of winning now.

Ding Fei twisted, and hit Fang Wei who was shrouded in blood mist with a powerful palm.

With a "pop", Fang Wei was knocked away by a meter. Ding Fei also screamed, the palm of his outstretched hand had already turned into a scorched black color from Fang Wei's lightning.

"Puff--" Fang Wei stood still, opened his mouth, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

"Asshole." Ding Fei snorted when he saw that he had hurt himself. His face became ruthless, and the blood mist on his body rose sharply again, covering all of his body in the blood mist. He rushed towards Fang Wei.

"Fang Wei, danger!." Fei Hong couldn't help yelling out. But when Fang Wei turned his head, he smiled bitterly at himself, his body trembled and he almost fell. Broken. Fang Wei's physical strength was not really strong, and he had been in a life-and-death contest for two consecutive days. Also, he had already forcibly advanced once, now he couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing this, Ding Fei quickly jumped in front of Fang Wei, and raised his hands. Two palm-fan-sized blood mist palms rose out of the air, moving towards the weak Fang Wei, who was already at the end of his life essence.

"Stop!"

With a swift movement, two figures rushed to the training ground. With a "poof", one of them took the brunt of the palm of the blood mist and was sent flying, several meters. But the other person jumped in front of Ding Fei and kicked him out of the blood mist.

"Fei Hong."

"Zhou Daxia."

It was Fei Hong who received the strike of the palm of blood. And it was Cao Wang's female disciple Zhou Daxia who kicked Ding Fei away.

When Forge Hands on the high platform saw that Fei Hong was knocked down by the blood palm, he became furious. He jumped off the high platform and rushed into the training ground. The three elders also hurriedly followed him.

At this moment, Fei Hong was hit on his chest by the pair of blood palms, and he was already unconscious.

Ding Fei quickly retracted the blood mist, and stood a few feet away, lowering his head as if he had made a mistake.

Seeing Ding Fei like this, Cao Wang just shook his head helplessly.

And Fang Wei, who had forcibly advanced his physical functions, was already sitting on the ground, smiling bitterly at Fei Hong who had saved his life.

"Ding Fei, if something happens to my disciple, this old man won't spare you." The forge hands was not very concerned about Fei Hong dying, but he wanted to refine Fei Hong's body as a human vessel for himself when it would be time.

Ding Fei, who was behaved at this moment, walked to master Hao's side and bowed and said, "The disciple is wrong, please punish me, Uncle Master."

Hao ignored him, turned his head and glared at Cao Wang, and walked quickly towards the smithing room with Fei Hong in his arms.

"Huh, is this?."

Forge Hands exclaimed as he untied the robe of his apprentice, Fei Hong, in the refining room. He had wanted to check his wounds, but didn't expect to see a round dark armour, covering his chest.

"Heaven's cove?" Forge Hands placed the goggles in the palm of his hand and turned upside down. Hehe, this kid actually refined this thing before now? The talent of the boy in refining tools was really incredible, but he would be refined as a human vessel himself. It was a pity...

After thinking about it, Forge Hands looked down at Fei Hong's injury, and couldn't help frowning. "What evil technique is this Ding Fei practicing? Fei Hong had a mysterious iron armour to protect his body, and he was still beaten into having some serious internal injuries.."

Forge Hands lifted Fei Hong up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and planted his palms on his back. Two gusts of true energy slowly flowed into Fei Hong's upper veins and chakra.

After a few minutes, Forge Hands's forehead was already overflowing with sweat. In the upper veins of Fei Hong, there were dozens of blood mists, which kept crashing. Forge Hands wanted to use his true qi to eliminate these blood mists, but found that they were extremely fast. It took a lot of effort, but only two blasts of blood mist were eliminated. He shook his head, if this continued, larger portion of his own qi would be consumed before long.

When Forge Hands was in this dilemma of action to take, Fei Hong's chest suddenly bag an to pound powerfully.. In a blink of an eye, that mysterious blue light appeared again because of the energy of master Forge Hands.