Chapter 1689 I am the Holy Son of Yancheng

The dust and smoke on the dojo gradually dispersed, and a figure climbed up from the human-shaped pit. It was Yang Feng.

He was disheveled, covered in blood, and his breath was extremely weak.

Yang Feng raised his head with difficulty, a look of horror in his eyes.

At this time, the Benyun Fan that he was proud of had lost all its spiritual energy and became completely useless.

Yang Feng never dreamed that he would be defeated in Ye Chunyang's hands without even getting out of a round.

He could feel the terrifying power of the huge sword just now. A single blast of sword energy shocked him to the point of losing his true energy. Yang Feng had no doubt that if the sword made one more move, he would be dead at this moment.

"Are you convinced?" Ye Chunyang took a step forward and said indifferently.

"I don't accept it!" Yang Feng looked ferocious.

"Are we going to fight again?" Ye Chunyang took a step further.

Yang Feng was shocked and stepped back involuntarily.

Ye Chunyang stepped majestically, looking at Yang Feng like an ant, and the sound of every step made Yang Feng feel suffocated.

Yang Feng's body trembled.

Ye Chunyang's aura gave him the fear of facing the gods directly, and those indifferent eyes could kill his soul.

Yang Feng was trembling violently, and his apparent toughness gradually collapsed. In the end, he couldn't hold on any longer. He screamed and ran off the stage in embarrassment. He disappeared in an instant, looking quite dejected.

Taoist Yunqiong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Yang Feng was so overwhelmed by Ye Chunyang's aura that he ran away in fear. From now on, he will definitely defeat his inner demons and make further progress in his cultivation.

"You... are very good!"

Taoist Yun Qiong looked at Ye Chunyang on the stage coldly, and finally waved his sleeves and left without saying a word.

It was Yang Feng who came out to provoke him before, but was defeated miserably in one confrontation. Taoist Yun Qiong had no shame to stay any longer.

"Fellow Taoist Yunqiong, walk slowly." Mrs. Han said from a distance.

Taoist Yun Qiong snorted and without looking back, he took up the divine rainbow and flew away towards the outside of Taiyun City.

There were gasps of air-conditioning in the field, including those old monsters from the Cave Heaven Realm, who looked at Ye Chunyang a little strangely.

I thought that with mediocre cultivation, this person would be unable to defeat Yang Feng's Ben Yun Fan, but the result turned out to be so unexpected.

Although the situation just now was fast, anyone with a little bit of fighting experience could see that as long as Ye Chunyang made another move, Yang Feng would definitely die today.

Ye Chunyang stood quietly on the stage, looked around slightly, and then stepped down.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Ye Chunyang stopped, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw a figure ducking out of the field.

The person who came was a young man with a cool and unrestrained temperament. Yang Feng before was already a handsome young man, but compared to this man, he was a little inferior.

"Yan Feiyu! Why is he here too!"

"It is said that this person is also one of Princess Taiyun's admirers. Could it be that the Holy Son of Yancheng also wants to challenge this monk named Ye?"

"If Yan Feiyu takes action, the monk surnamed Ye will be in danger. Very few people who have fought with him in the past can survive."

"..."

The appearance of the young man immediately caused a sensation.

Some people in the audience recognized his identity, and their faces were all shocked.

Yancheng is as famous as Taiyun City. It is one of the seven ancient cities in the South China Sea. Yan Feiyu is the son of the lord of Yancheng. His talent and background are unparalleled. In front of such a noble son of a great family, Yang Feng cannot compare with him. The ratio is simply not enough.

From a certain perspective, the only ones who could match Han Xiaoxiao were these saints from the ancient city.

"I am Yan Feiyu, the Holy Son of Yancheng. Fellow Taoist Ye, please stay here." Yan Feiyu slightly cupped his hands towards Ye Chunyang.

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Chunyang put his hands behind his back, his expression still indifferent.

Yan Feiyu frowned. He was dissatisfied with the other party's arrogance. With his status, who among his peers would dare to be so disrespectful?

"I just saw that my Taoist friend has mysterious powers, and I would like to learn a little bit about it. I wonder if I can give you some advice?" Yan Feiyu said.

Ye Chunyang gave Bai Feng a strange look.

Ganqing is another love rival of Bai Feng. Obviously these people regard him as the target of attacking Bai Feng.

Bai Feng touched his nose and smiled dryly.

"You are no match for me, just leave early." Ye Chunyang advised.

Yan Feiyu became angry when he heard this.

He sneered and stepped forward: "Fellow Taoist, please don't talk too much. Defeating Yang Feng is nothing. Among us, Yang Feng is insignificant. If you think you can despise us by defeating Yang Feng, you are too arrogant." ”

"Haha, Brother Yan is right!"

As soon as Yan Feiyu finished speaking, there was a sudden roar from the field, and a dazzling rainbow rushed into the sky and fell into the field. "If Fellow Daoist Ye feels that Brother Yan is not enough to be your enemy, then what if I join you?"

The light dissipated, and a man about the same age as Yan Feiyu appeared. His cultivation had also reached the perfection of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. His eyes were as cold as a knife, revealing a fierce fighting spirit.

"The Holy Son of Thunder City, Mo Wubian!"

"He also wants to challenge this monk named Ye!"

All the monks were moved.

This man named "Mo Wubian" is just like Yan Feiyu. He is also a saint from the ancient city. Both of them are among the best among the younger generation in Nanhai. They set out to challenge Ye Chunyang together. Unless he is a golden elixir monk, otherwise Almost impossible to resist.

"Brother Mo, what are you doing here?" Yan Feiyu frowned.

Although defeating Ye Chunyang can give the pretty face consort a hard slap in the face, I hope I can do it alone, otherwise it will be disgraceful even if I defeat Ye Chunyang.

"Brother Yan, this Daoist Fellow Ye has great magical powers. Why not ask him for his advice? At most, we can join forces to suppress him." Mo Wubian smiled proudly, not taking Ye Chunyang seriously at all.

"The two great saints of the ancient city are so shameless. If you want to fight, I, Han Xiaoxiao, will accompany you!"

Han Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it anymore and was about to go on stage, but was stopped by Madam Han next to her.

"Daoist Fellow Ye can handle it, don't worry." Madam Han said lightly.

As she spoke, she looked at Bai Feng meaningfully, and Han Xiaoxiao also looked at her.

"Don't worry, my lady, these two crooked melons and cracked dates are not enough for my master to beat with one hand." Bai Feng shook the white paper fan and looked at the two saints with disdain.

Yan Feiyu and Mo Wubian are considered the top young people in the South China Sea, but they are nothing in front of Ye Chunyang.

Bai Feng didn't even take them seriously, let alone Ye Chunyang.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please teach me!"

Mo Wubian ignored Yan Feiyu and spoke directly.

Ye Chunyang stood still.

"I, Mo Wubian, am not Yang Feng. I will only give you one chance. If you don't know how to seize it, I will never hold back." Mo Wubian said disdainfully.

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

Ye Chunyang's face turned cold and he suddenly raised his hand.

"Boom!"

A golden hand appeared in the air, as bright as the sun, instantly covering the sky and descending on Mo Wubian's head.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing Ye Chunyang's decisive move, Mo Wubian was stunned at first, and then laughed angrily.

He stepped on the ground, and the spiritual energy around him surged wildly. A layer of silver-white light curtain appeared, and sharp arcs of electricity flowed out. The whole dojo was filled with the domineering and majestic power of thunder.

After performing the defensive formula, Mo Wubian raised his hand and clenched his fist. His body was like an arrow from a string, rushing quickly into the sky.

The roar of thunder resounded endlessly, and the powerful magic power gathered in Mo Wubian's fist, hitting the giant palm that Ye Chunyang slapped out through the air.

His fist gathered the power of thunder, and the power was enough to shake the sky. Just a wisp of spiritual pressure was released, and the people in the field changed their colors one after another, and there was a constant buzzing in their heads.

But suddenly Mo Wubian's face changed, and he felt a huge force like a tidal wave pressing down, and his arm suddenly bent.

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly sounded, and then the golden hand pressed down fiercely in a domineering manner in the shocked eyes of everyone, and then Mo Wubian was like an ant, being pinched in the golden hand, from his feet to his head, and slammed into the ground inch by inch.

The dojo was filled with dust and smoke, and a human-shaped pit appeared again. Mo Wubian, the Holy Son of Thunder City, disappeared, and only a faint breath came from it.

The entire City Lord's Mansion was dead silent!

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

Mo Wubian, the Saint of Thunder City, who was so majestic just a moment ago, was slapped into the ground by Ye Chunyang?

Zhang Gou was dumbfounded!

Han Xiaoxiao was also stunned!

This is a Saint of Ancient City who has reached the Perfect Spiritual Transformation Realm!

With Mo Wubian's strength, he could defeat two Yang Fengs, but he didn't even have the strength to resist in the hands of Ye Chunyang, which was simply appalling.

The most shocked person was Yan Feiyu!

Looking at the pits that appeared beside him, he felt cold hands and feet and froze there on the spot.

Mo Wubian's cultivation level was comparable to his. It can be said that the two of them joined forces to deal with a cultivator of the Jindan Realm. Now Mo Wubian didn't even have a chance to struggle, and ended up like Yang Feng. What could be more shocking than this scene?

"That... Ye, Fellow Daoist Ye, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. See you later." Yan Feiyu smiled stiffly and turned to leave the stage.

Everyone was stunned.

Yan Feiyu's change of attitude was unexpected.

"Isn't it too late to leave now?"

A cold voice came from behind, and Yan Feiyu's body suddenly stiffened. Looking back, he saw Ye Chunyang with a cold expression, stepping forward with his hands behind his back.

"What do you want?" Yan Feiyu's face changed wildly.

"Do you think I can provoke you at will? Since you and Mo Wubian dare to come up, let him go." Ye Chunyang's face was expressionless, but his calm face had a majesty that surpassed all living beings.

"I am the Holy Son of Yancheng, you dare to attack me?" Yan Feiyu shouted.

"Bang!"

Ye Chunyang responded to him with only one palm.

The golden palm print that covered the sky and the earth flew through the air, and the dojo was covered with dust again. Everyone seemed to see a faint flash of spiritual light on Yan Feiyu, but it soon calmed down.

He stopped talking, and then there was another human-shaped pit on the ground, and a few low gasps came from it.

The field fell into a dead silence again!

Many young talents felt the cold wind blowing past their ears and couldn't help shivering.

The two ancient city saints didn't have time to say anything before they were slapped to the ground by Ye Chunyang like slapping a fly.

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Yan Feiyu's words "I am the saint of Yancheng" just now would have an incomparable deterrent power if put in normal times, but now it seems like a joke.

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

Ye Chunyang looked around, calm as usual!