Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng's fist was full of energy. He punched Wu fan in the stomach. The black tiger took out his heart and beat his heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney.

Blood flowed from his mouth, and his whole body trembled violently like a pendulum.

"You are bold!"

When Ma Peng saw this scene, his face changed and his figure moved forward in horror. His hands formed a pair of dragon claws. One claw grabbed Ye Feng's forehead, while the other claw grabbed Ye Feng's fist arm: "little rabbit, how dare you hurt my lingyunfeng disciple? I'll make you die."

Ye Feng showed a touch of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and said with a faint smile, "what's the great thing about hurting your lingyunfeng disciple? If you don't obediently take out the invitation, I'll teach you a lesson."

With a slight force on his fist, Wu fan burst out for several feet in an instant. Then Ye Feng bent his wrist and grabbed the right claw attacked by Ma Peng.

"Hiss..."

Ma Peng seemed to be holding on to an iron plate, and the power inspired in his hand immediately dissipated.

While his vitality dissipated, his whole right hand had fallen in the palm of Ye Feng's hand, as if it had been tightened by an iron hoop and could not move at all.

I made a lot of money and didn't move.

Ma Peng finally changed his face. He also wanted to try his best to resist. An amazing force came from Ye Feng's wrist. It seemed that even the bones were pinched and exploded, making Ma Peng scream.

"Pain... Pain!" he faltered.

"If you don't move, it won't hurt." Ye Feng smiled.

Bending his knees and squatting in front of Ye Feng, Ma Peng dared not make any rash moves any more.

Ye Feng was condescending. He stared at Ma Peng with cold eyes. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and asked calmly, "now, can you take out your invitation?"

A trace of edge fell on Ma Peng's face. The eyes in Ye Feng's eyes were like two cold sharp blades, making his hair stand upright.

Ma Peng knows that as long as he says a "no" in his mouth, the end will not be as simple as suffering.

"I give it, I give it!"

Ma Peng's voice took a trace of cry: "you let go of my hand, I now... Give you the invitation. I, I promise, I'll never say you're rubbish again."

Ye Feng gave a cold hum of disdain, turned his head and swept to the martial artists on the four sides: "whether I am Ye Feng garbage and whether I have no Shuangfeng is garbage is beyond your judgment. In this talent competition, I, Ye Feng, will correct my name for no Shuangfeng!"

"Who dares to say that I have no bimodal is a garbage man, this is the end."

With a slap, he slapped Ma Peng on the forehead, directly knocked him to the ground and fainted.

Then Ye Feng's sharp eyes swept over the one who did martial arts.

These people who were just making fun of him and laughing at him were as dull as a wooden chicken, and their faces were full of fear and shock.

After touching Ye Feng's radiant eyes, they all lowered their heads one by one, and no one dared to look at Ye Feng.

Downplay and admire Ma Peng and Wu fan at will. The strong strength shown by Ye Feng has made these wanjue martial artists who claim to be young talents ashamed.

It's too powerful.

Even if Qu Yifan, the top star in the list, can beat Ma Peng and Wu fan so easily and freely, it's not certain.

It is said that Ye Feng is listed in the star list. As time goes by, there are more and more martial artists at noon.

Among them, Lingyun peak has the largest number of people, with 14 or 5. There are more or less seven or eight people in other bamboo sheds. Only Ye Feng and Pang Lin are in the bamboo shed.

In the other bamboo sheds nearby, there were some young masters of virtual realm.

It's great to be able to enter the virtual world under the age of 30, so the cultivation is generally only one or two times.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng nodded secretly.

It seems that nine out of ten martial artists who will participate in the martial arts meeting of the four countries will be selected from the martial artists present. The "talent competition" held this time is really to select the list of "martial arts meeting of the four countries".

He was thinking about this problem. Just then, a white figure walked on the waves and appeared in the middle of the lake in an instant. As soon as he saw the figure, waves of greetings came from the bamboo shed