Chapter 1688 Yang Feng is ruined!

The guests attending the banquet gathered under a Taoist temple outside the City Lord's Mansion.

At this time, two people stood quietly on the stage.

Madam Han looked at Ye Chunyang on the stage, and a hint of obscurity flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Taoist Yunqiong and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

Bai Feng didn't tell others the name of Ye Chunyang, so how could they know that Ye Chunyang killed the Shen family in the Northern Territory thousands of miles away?

When she first met Ye Chunyang, Madam Han felt that he was mysterious. After hearing Bai Feng's introduction, she was even more surprised.

To be able to kill the great elder of the Shen family and destroy the entire Shen family, how could his cultivation be ordinary?

Yang Feng dared to provoke him with only the perfect level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, which was simply courting death.

She turned her eyes to Bai Feng, thinking: "Feng'er is a natural genius. With his comprehension, he could have achieved great success. Unfortunately, this boy is cynical. After he marries Xiaoxiao, I have to supervise him more. In the future, I will hand over Taiyun City to him, and it will definitely compete with Piaomiao Palace."

When Han Xiaoxiao rescued Bai Feng from the beach at first, Mrs. Han did not think highly of him, but when Bai Feng comprehended an ancient secret technique for her, Mrs. Han could not help but change her mind about him.

Then, Mrs. Han took out all kinds of difficult-to-decipher skills and secret techniques. Unexpectedly, Bai Feng could comprehend them all at a glance and explained them to her one by one. From then on, Mrs. Han was amazed by her beauty.

And Han Xiaoxiao also unknowingly developed feelings for Bai Feng, so Mrs. Han planned to marry Han Xiaoxiao to Bai Feng.

Of course, outsiders did not know all this.

In Madam Han's heart, Bai Feng had long been regarded as her own child, and she loved him very much. If Yang Feng had provoked him today instead of Ye Chunyang, even if Taoist Yunqiong was backing him up, Madam Han would have taught him a lesson.

But she didn't expect Yang Feng to bypass Bai Feng and go directly to Ye Chunyang to slap him in the face.

"If Yang Feng is suppressed later, I think old man Yunqiong's expression will be very interesting, right?"

Madam Han couldn't help but feel gloating.

...

Others didn't know what Madam Han was thinking. At this time, looking at the two people standing quietly on the stage, their faces were mostly mocking.

That Ye Chunyang seemed to have a mediocre cultivation level. The two masters and apprentices were probably cheating for food and drink, relying on Princess Taiyun to take advantage of the power of the tiger.

"Hehe, if Master Bai Feng is defeated by Yang Feng, that would be a good thing."

"Yang Feng has extraordinary talent and has received the true teachings of Taoist Yunqiong. It is difficult to find an opponent below the Jindan level. This person said that he is not a Jindan cultivator, so he is estimated to be defeated."

"I don't know if Madam Han will marry Princess Taiyun to that pretty boy again once this person is defeated by Yang Feng?"

Everyone clapped their hands and laughed.

No one at the scene was optimistic about Ye Chunyang.

"Fellow Daoist Ye and Prince Consort should not be from our Nanhai, right? Guests are welcome, please make a move, Fellow Daoist Ye." Yang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering, and he was arrogant.

He had already checked Ye Chunyang's background in the past few days. This person has not appeared in the Nanhai. Most of them are from Zhongzhou or the Northern Territory. The other party has a low aura and is really not in his eyes.

"It is better for Young Master Yang to make a move first, otherwise you will have no chance again." Ye Chunyang sighed and said.

If it weren't for Bai Feng, Ye Chunyang would have no interest in attacking a cultivator like Yang Feng who was in the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, and Ye Chunyang's indifferent eyes made him feel humiliated by being despised. Why was he so arrogant when his cultivation level was not high?

"Haha... Fellow Daoist Ye really thinks highly of me. In that case, I have no choice but to offend him."

Yang Feng's smile gradually became ferocious, and he suddenly took a step forward, leaving several afterimages in the field, as powerful as thunder.

He flashed into the air, opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of spiritual energy, and saw a rainbow of light like a tide, and a colorful feather fan appeared.

The fan was leaf-shaped, made of feathers of spiritual birds, and was filled with a strong wind-attributed spiritual pressure. Yang Feng waved his hand, and the feather fan rose sharply in the wind, and the wind columns soared into the sky, overwhelming the world.

"Benyun Fan!"

"It is said that this treasure is a replica of the Tongtian Lingbao Feiyun Fan. It is rumored that an ancient cultivator used this Feiyun Fan to flatten a piece of heaven and earth. Although this Benyun Fan only has one-tenth of the spiritual power of the real one, its power should not be underestimated."

"Such a treasure was actually obtained by Yang Feng. I am afraid that his strength is enough to compete with the saints of several ancient cities."

"..."

When Yang Feng took out the feather fan in his hand, the audience was shocked. Even some masters in the Jindan Realm and Dongtian Realm were surprised.

The name of the Benyun Fan has been circulated in the South China Sea for a long time. It is said that in ancient times, a strong man on the coast of the South China Sea had obtained a replica of this Feiyun Fan, but it has been lost for many years and no one has seen it so far. It appeared in Yang Feng's hands at this time, which made people envy.

"I didn't expect that Daoist Yunqiong could find such a treasure for Mr. Yang. It is really a great opportunity." Taoist Qinggu stroked his beard and said.

"Fellow Daoist Qingshi, thank you for your praise. I got this Runyun Fan by chance. It just so happens that Yang Feng has made some achievements in wind-attributed skills, and this Runyun Fan is just right for him, so I simply passed it on to him." Taoist Yunqiong replied calmly, but he could not hide his pride.

Taoist Qinggu smiled lightly, and said nothing. He looked up at the field and said, "With the power of the Runyun Fan, if this cultivator surnamed Ye does not have a magic weapon of this level, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist."

After saying that, Taoist Qinggu looked at Madam Han and asked, "Madam Han probably knows a little about this fellow Daoist Ye. I wonder what his background is?"

"How do I know the background of fellow Daoist Ye?" Madam Han did not tell Ye Chunyang's identity for some unknown purpose.

At the same time, Yang Feng in the Taoist field held the Runyun Fan and waved it in the air.

In an instant, a loud roar rose!

The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the biting wind swept down like a sandstorm, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pulled down.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, how about you try the power of this Ben Yun Fan?"

Yang Feng stepped into the void, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, like a god controlling a hurricane, with overwhelming power.

As soon as he made a move, he used his most powerful magic weapon, intending to crush Ye Chunyang with the fastest movement, so that he could feel the pleasure of slapping Bai Feng in the face.

"The Feiyun Fan is also at the bottom of Tongtian Lingbao. How can this mere imitation be better?" Ye Chunyang shook his head and said.

"What did you say?" Yang Feng's face turned cold.

The hurricane roared in the field, and others could not hear Ye Chunyang's words, but Yang Feng vaguely heard them.

Ye Chunyang was too lazy to say any more. He looked up at the roar of the hurricane, took a sudden step, and a rainbow of light flashed under his feet.

"Here comes the sword!"

A low shout came out, thunder and lightning surged around Ye Chunyang's body, and an astonishing magical aura filled the air. To deal with a perfect monk like Yang Feng in the spirit transformation realm, he did not even need to use the power of his soul and body.

"Boom!"

Astonishing thunder spread, silver-white lightsabers flew out from his sleeves and robes, gently circled in the hurricane, then merged into one, and flew straight into the air.

Yang Feng's expression changed.

Just when Ye Chunyang was flying out with his flying sword, he clearly saw that the hurricane coming from the Cloud Rush Fan was destroyed by one blow, and the power of the thunder emitted from it exuded unparalleled oppression, making him feel suffocated.

Just when Yang Feng was shocked, thunder erupted on the giant sword, and it suddenly passed through the Ben Yun Fan.

"Puff puff……"

Countless rays of light flashed, and the Benyun Fan suddenly lost its light, and flew back to Yang Feng's hand staggeringly. The surging sword energy hit, Yang Feng felt as if he was being hurt, his hands were about to burst, and he fell from the sky on the spot. .

"boom!"

Dust and smoke rose in the dojo, and the ground was torn apart. All the hurricanes disappeared in an instant. Only a large human-shaped pit remained on the table, with a broken feather fan flying next to it, but Yang Feng was nowhere to be seen.

"How can it be!"

Taoist Yun Qiong suddenly stood up straight, his eyes almost bursting open.

"Do you plan to go on stage, Taoist Master Yunqiong?" Mrs. Han's faint voice came from the side, and Taoist Master Yunqiong suddenly stopped rushing to the dojo.

"Mrs. Han, today is Princess Taiyun's happy day. Do you want to allow this monk named Ye to kill my beloved disciple?" Taoist Yun Qiong's eyes were stern.

He never expected that Yang Feng would be defeated in one day. Even the Ben Yun Fan, a replica of the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure, was turned into scrap under Ye Chunyang's sword. This scene was beyond his expectation.

All the monks in the audience seemed to have their throats stuck, and their previous mocking expressions all solidified, and their expressions were extremely wonderful.

"The disciple's breath is still there, he is not dead." Mrs. Han said calmly.

At this time, the silver rainbow flashed again on the field. Ye Chunyang stood with his hands behind his back, and the flying sword hovering in the air disappeared into his sleeve at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

He stood there, his figure not moving, and his clothes not in the slightest mess.

From the outside, he still looks vague and mysterious.

"Yang Feng was defeated?"

All the guests looked at each other in astonishment.

This scene happened so fast that no one could see it clearly, and they couldn't even feel Ye Chunyang's move. By the time everything calmed down, Yang Feng had been knocked to the ground, and the imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao had also been struck by a sword. Cut into scraps, this magical power is simply incredible.

With such strong suppression, Yang Feng would be crippled even if he didn't die!

Princess Taiyun Han Xiaoxiao was also surprised.

She looked towards Bai Feng with a shocked expression, only to see the latter's expression was leisurely.

On the other side, Xiaorou and others were the same, paying no attention to the surprise of others.

Obviously, they had expected this scene.

"Senior Ye is indeed no ordinary person!" Han Xiaoxiao was shocked in her heart.

In fact, Bai Feng didn't say much about Ye Chunyang. Han Xiaoxiao had always thought that the other party was just a teacher and friend with Bai Feng, but now she couldn't help but overturned it.

"Is this boy named Ye mediocre in strength? Why can't even Yang Feng be his opponent?"

Somewhere under the field, Zhang Gou said in a gloomy voice with dense veins on his forehead.

"This is indeed impossible! Yang Feng is holding the Cloud Fan, and his strength has greatly increased. It is impossible for ordinary people to be his enemy. How did this person defeat him?" The middle-aged man next to him couldn't believe what he saw.

But he then sneered and said: "Commander, don't worry, Yang Feng may have lost because of his carelessness. However, according to our previous arrangements, Yang Feng is not the only one who wants to take action today. With their strength, the boy named Ye I will never leave this dojo.”

Hearing this, Zhang Gou nodded with a slightly calm expression, and then looked at the field with a cold look in his eyes.