At this time, Ye Feng's head was only one foot away from the edge of the square, and the situation was not optimistic...

Zhang Huan's face was pale at this moment, looking bloodless. With his current strength, his body could not bear it anymore.

With a flash of eyes, he quickly retracted the flying sword, then held the handle of the fan and walked towards Ye Feng carefully.

After lying on the ground, Ye Feng could no longer control the blood in his body. Blood in the corner of his mouth kept flowing like a stream. At this moment, he quickly recalled the battle just now, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I was careless. I learned a lesson in this competition. Don't underestimate any opponent. Lions still need to fight rabbits with all their strength, not to mention that I am facing a lion of the same level as me. Especially... I ignored a more critical point. Wild beasts can never be compared with humans. Humans have wisdom, while wild beasts rely entirely on instinct."

At this moment, Zhang Huan was only two meters away from Ye Feng. He became more and more cautious. He raised his feather fan in his hand and wanted to launch his last attack. As long as he knocked Ye Feng down to the square or killed him, according to the rules, he would win.

"Senior Brother Zhang Huan, come on! He thrust hard on his face a few times, and his mother didn't recognize him." At this time, at the edge of the square, Liu Tianci was full of excitement and roaring wildly, while the new disciples were also extremely excited, constantly waving their fists, which was very relieved.

The senior brothers and sisters were also talking about it at this moment, and some people showed disappointment without any concealment in their eyes. After all, the battle ended too quickly. There were also the senior brothers and sisters who had hope for the savage frowned at this moment, and their eyes looked at Ye Feng with anger.

At this moment, Ye Feng's face was still pale. Although the blood on the corner of his mouth no longer flowed, his body could not stop trembling. All this shows that he was seriously injured in the battle just now.

Soon, Zhang Huan was only one meter away from Ye Feng. The feather fan in his hand became more and more radiant and his face became paler. The feather fan seemed to have drained all the spiritual power in his body.

At this moment, the audience was silent. The onlookers stared at the glowing feather fan with their eyes tightly, looking forward to the downward strike and the final result of this battle.

Finally, Zhang Huan moved, and he rushed forward quickly, held the fan handle with both hands, and fell towards Ye Feng's body. As long as he hit Ye Feng, he would win this battle.

However, will he win? Ye Feng has been disguising himself as a disadvantage. At this moment, his eyes flashed when he saw this. He rolled around and avoided the killing attack when he was unable to send a chance. Then he quickly stood up and ran to the side and picked up his big black wooden stick.

"boom!"

The feather fan slammed heavily on the floor. The floor collapsed and thick dust splashed. Zhang Huan looked in a mess. He staggered, as if he was drunk, and he shook four or five steps in a row before standing straight.

At this moment, Ye Feng whistled with a big wooden stick. This made Zhang Huan's pupils shrink, and his mouth moved without hesitation. A hint of rosy appeared on his pale face, and he almost returned to normal in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, without hesitation, the feather fan in his hand glowed and blocked it to his head.

But he still underestimated Ye Feng's physical strength. Ye Feng's physical body was so powerful. At this moment, he was crazy like a ferocious beast. How could Zhang Huan resist the violent brute force?

"when!"

The big wooden stick directly hit the feather fan aside, paused for a moment, and hit Zhang Huan's chest hard.

"puff!"

Zhang Huan's body flew into the air, a gorgeous blood flower bloomed on his chest, and then it fell heavily to the ground. His face turned pale again, but he quickly took out a pill without hesitation and put it into his mouth. His pale face improved.

"You actually wanted to kill me just now. Even if you can't kill me, I will become a useless person. You are so scheming! What a cruel heart!" Ye Feng's hoarse voice revealed the coldness, his eyes were cold, and he exuded a strong murderous intent.

"Since you want to kill me, then you can die!"

Ye Feng's head was full of yellow hair, and his exposed bronze skin was shining with hazy light, and a violent aura was raging all over his body. In addition, his eyes were ruthless and cold, which made people shudder. At this moment, he looked like a peerless ferocious beast.

However, just as Ye Feng waved his big wooden stick and was about to attack, and just as his arm was about to swing, he suddenly felt a sharp sound of wind coming from behind him, and he was approaching quickly.

"Looking for death!" Ye Feng sneered, and his body turned around, and the big black wooden stick in his hand collided with the small flying sword.

"Bang!"

The flying sword broke with a sound, and the luster quickly dimmed, as if it had lost its spirituality, while the large black wooden stick was completely damaged, emitting a hazy black light.

"Thunder strike wood? That turned out to be a lightning strike wood!"

A senior brother's eyes flashed and he stared at the big black wooden stick in Ye Yefeng.

"It's really a thunder-striking wood! The remaining trees that have been refined by thunder are said to be indestructible and are also a good ingredient for refining magic weapons!"

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion around the square, and all the disciples' eyes were gathered on the pitch-black wooden stick in Ye Feng's hand. At first, the stick did not arouse anyone's suspicion, but at this moment, he broke the magic weapon flying sword with one blow, and completely revealed its identity.

"I didn't expect that the broken wood protected by the ferocious beast turned into a treasure. I thought it was hard charcoal." Ye Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, but his body did not stop and soon stood beside Zhang Huan.

"I underestimated you, you..."

Zhang Huan smiled bitterly. When Ye Feng saw it, his eyes flashed, and suddenly started attacking. A dazzling white light from his right fist shot towards Ye Feng's head.

Ye Feng's eyes were calm and his expression did not change at all. He shook his big wooden stick with his right hand and ran away, colliding with the feather fan flying behind him. He himself raised his right fist, and the violent energy raged on his fist, colliding with Zhang Huan's fist.

"Bang bang!"

Zhang Huan's right hand shook and immediately drooped, and his feather fan was knocked away by the wooden stick, losing its luster and landing on the ground. On the contrary, Ye Feng looked calm and just took two steps back.

"It's really hard to deal with. I remember you wanted to kill me just now!"

Ye Feng frowned and was extremely nervous. He slowly walked to Zhang Huan, raised his fist, and stared at the latter.

If this punch falls, Zhang Huan will be disabled even if he doesn't die. Ye Feng is treating the person with his own way.

"Brother Maple Leaf, please show mercy to my subordinates. I have a flying sword for my subordinates. I hope my subordinates will show mercy to me."

However, just as Ye Feng's fist was about to fall, he suddenly felt a mysterious obstacle in Zhang Huan's chest, making his fist unable to move forward at all.

(End of this chapter)
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