Even Yang Buyi smiled slightly and twisted his beard gently. He was very proud of his nephew. This was the best martial spirit that the Yang family had ever produced in the past twenty years.

A look of worry appeared on Han Yuer and others' faces. Although Shen Yanbing's expression was normal, her little hands were clenched gently, revealing her mood.

Chen Feng sneered: "You have martial souls, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, six consecutive yellow lights flashed behind him, and the figure of Xiangliu Wuhun quietly appeared. At this time, Xiangliu Wuhun had already grown two heads, and her huge body was dozens of meters long, which gave people a great sense of oppression.

"Xingliu's martial soul turned out to be the ancient demon god Xiangliu!"

"The yellow-level sixth-grade martial soul is higher than Yang Jingtian's yellow-level fifth-grade martial soul!"

This time the exclamation and shocking screams burst out from the crowd were even bigger than the snowflake martial soul that had just seen Yang Jingtian.

The disciples watching were completely shocked. The snowflake martial soul was already stronger enough, but the ancient demon god Xiang Liu martial soul was obviously better.

Many people's eyes flashed with deep jealousy. These two disciples who had just entered the inner sect are really geniuses! They are simply enviable.

The appearance of the two-headed willow martial soul even moved many elders of the inner sect.

Mr. Xu smiled at the old man next to him, "Say, how about it? Is this guy I like good, right?"

The old man twitched slightly and said lightly: "Now it seems that his talent is still good, and his martial soul is OK, but he just doesn't know what the fighting will is. On the road of martial artists' cultivation, sometimes will is even more important than talent."

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "You just keep looking down."

Yang's laughter came to an abrupt end, as if it had been cut in half from it, with a look of embarrassment, shame and anger on his face. He just said that Yang Jingtian's martial soul was something that Chen Feng could not even envy, but now Chen Feng's martial soul appeared more powerful than Yang Jingtian's, which made him feel as if he was slapped hard on the face, and it hurt so much.

Chen Feng turned his head, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Elder, how do you think of this martial soul? Have you seen it before? So what if you are better than your nephew's martial soul?"

Yang looked cold: "Boy, you're looking for death."

An unhappy flashed across Yang Buyi's face. This disciple named Chen Feng was too arrogant and did not know how to advance or retreat.

Chen Feng said coldly: "Can you be so arrogant and humiliate me at will, I can't even speak again?"

"Where do you come from so much nonsense?" Yang Jingtian shouted sternly: "Come and pick up my Ice Palm again!"

As he said that, his palms were pushed out, and the palm prints were floating down again. This time, with the blessing of his Flying Snow Dance Soul, the power of the Ice Palm increased by at least 30%, and the number of palm prints increased by 30%, making it impossible to judge the reality of the body. After this palm was shot, the power of the sound was extremely great, making people feel that they could not resist at all.

Chen Feng laughed loudly, and once again, thunder drew his sword and slashed it out, but it was still a thunder slash. This time, nine swords were slashed one after another.

This time, Chen Feng did not use the Dragon Elephant Battle Heaven Art, but instead used the Hunyuan Yi Qigong. With the support of Xiangliu Wuhun, the Hunyuan Yi Qigong was running wildly, with nine acupoints and eighty-one cyclones rotating together. The huge amount of qi surged in Chen Feng's body. At this moment, severe pain came from the meridians and acupoints, which made Chen Fengyang still whistle to the sky.

However, his sword force was even more violent and powerful, as if he could split a mountain. The Qi Qi of Hunyuan Yiqigong, which was like a knife and a needle, increased the power of the Crazy Thunder Slash. Chen Feng slashed out nine swords one after another, and actually shattered Yang Jingtian's ice palm.

Chen Feng laughed loudly and said, "Yang Jingtian, what else do you have? Use it one by one!"

A gloomy look flashed in Yang Jingtian's eyes. Chen Feng's difficulty and strength were even more predictable than he expected. He thought that using the Ice Palm could solve the battle, but now it seems completely impossible. A trace of determination appeared in his eyes. He seemed to have made up some determination.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't say a word, and the ice palm was slapped out again, while Chen Feng used the Crazy Thunder Slash to fight.

Just as the Ice Palm was shattered by the thunder, suddenly, a red projectile was thrown out of Yang Jingtian's sleeve and hit Chen Feng in a straight way.

Chen Feng was caught off guard and could not resist at all. The moment the projectile hit Chen Feng, everyone heard a loud bang in their ears, and then they felt that the flames were still as cold as winter, but suddenly became as hot as summer, and many people were sweating on their foreheads.

It turned out that the moment the projectile hit Chen Feng, extremely violent flames burst out from the projectile, and Chen Feng was wrapped in it in an instant.

A huge fire ball appeared on the life and death stage.
Chapter completed!