Chapter 1694: Slap the genius in the face

"Boom!"

A golden palm print came down from the sky with unparalleled tyranny.

"Come on!"

"I want to see what you can do!"

Li Fengxiao didn't expect Ye Chunyang to attack without saying a word, and his face was suddenly filled with shock and anger.

But he was not afraid at all, instead he sneered, chanted a spell, and faced back with his palm.

"Buzz!"

A sharp buzzing sound came out, and a dazzling rainbow flashed. The cold air around Li Fengxiao was very strong, and the white cold beams gathered into ice ridges, rushing up to the sky.

The dense ice ridges appeared like a storm, instantly covering the entire dojo. Everyone felt the biting cold coming, and the cultivators who had achieved a minor success in the Jindan realm couldn't help but retreat.

At the same time, with Li Fengxiao as the center of the dojo, a layer of frost spread rapidly, and all the ground condensed into ice. The cold breath came, making people feel like they were falling into a thousand-year cold cellar.

Under such might, almost all the young people present trembled, and Su Zimo, Wei Shiyi and other five saints also retreated.

"The Ice and Frost Art of Tianshuang City is really powerful. Even the Jindan cultivators of the same level are affected by it. About a hundred years ago, I fought with the city lord of Tianshuang City. At that time, he used this art to seal my magic weapon. In terms of ranking, this art should be among the top ten on the coast of the South China Sea."

The pupils of Qinggu Taoist shrank slightly, and he remembered a certain scene in the past.

Madam Han was secretly solemn.

As the city lord of Taiyun City, she naturally knew the power of the Ice and Frost Art of Tianshuang City. In a fight with people of the same level, she could almost be invincible.

Seeing Li Fengxiao's amazing strength, the cultivators present couldn't help shaking their heads.

Li Fengxiao's cultivation has reached the Jindan level, which is not comparable to Su Zimo and Yan Feiyu. Even if Ye Chunyang is strong, it is nothing in front of this genius.

"His legend of suppressing the five saints will end with Li Fengxiao."

Many people chuckled and shook their heads, as if they had expected the outcome of the fight.

Li Fengxiao advanced to the Jindan realm and has already entered the level of high-level cultivators in the South China Sea. How can ordinary young cultivators be his enemy?

No matter how powerful Bai Feng's master is, he is just a young man in his early twenties. It is impossible for him to achieve such an achievement as Li Fengxiao.

"Bai Feng, the son-in-law of Taiyun City, may not be able to become a prince consort of Taiyun City."

"Defeating his master is more embarrassing than defeating him. Will he still have the face to gain a foothold in the South China Sea in the future?"

"Once this cultivator surnamed Ye is defeated, Madam Han will not be able to protect this pretty boy under the oppression of Tianshuang City. At that time, he will probably roll out of Taiyun City with his tail between his legs?"

"..."

Discussions from the audience continued.

Many people have closed their eyes, unable to bear to see Ye Chunyang's end. Although this person's attack is strong, he can't be Li Fengxiao's opponent.

But soon, the laughter suddenly stopped, and everyone's expression froze on their faces.

"Bang!"

A deafening crash sounded, and the golden and white lights intertwined. The golden hand trembled slightly in the void under the impact of countless ice spikes. Just when everyone thought that it would be pierced by the ice spikes soon, a terrible pressure that oppressed the soul came out of the big hand, and then suppressed it again.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

The ice spikes shattered one by one, turning into ice chips and splashing out. Then the golden big hand's power increased greatly, and suddenly covered Li Fengxiao's body.

The frost covering the ground all splashed away, and the golden big hand crushed all the way from the sky, like destroying withered and rotten. Li Fengxiao's body kept shining, as if to resist the suppression of the big hand, but as the light lit up, it was annihilated one after another.

"Ah!"

A heart-wrenching scream came, but it calmed down in an instant. Everyone seemed to be strangled by the throat, and their breathing stagnated.

At this time, Li Fengxiao's figure was no longer on the field. Only a huge palm print remained on the ground, which went straight into the depth of three feet, and there was no movement inside!

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone felt terrified.

The first genius of the South China Sea and the head of the seven ancient city saints was easily knocked over by Ye Chunyang with one hand?

Including Qing Gu Dao Ren and Madam Han, all the cultivators present widened their eyes and could not believe what they saw.

"This... How is this possible?"

"Li Fengxiao, defeated?"

Everyone was stunned.

There was no tricks, no gorgeous spells, just a simple and easy palm.

This scene was so familiar. When Mo Wubian provoked him before, he was slapped into the ground by Ye Chunyang's backhand.

But Li Fengxiao was a Jindan realm cultivator. Who among the younger generation could defeat him?

However, this peerless genius could not even resist Ye Chunyang's one hand and was directly suppressed by the backhand. How strong is his cultivation?

First it was Yang Feng, then Yan Feiyu, Mo Wubian, then Su Zimo, Wei Shiyi, Yan Liuyun.

Each of these people was a top genius in the South China Sea cultivation world, but they were all trampled under Ye Chunyang's feet.

In the end, Li Fengxiao, who was the center of attention and as majestic as a god, was also killed by them in just two breaths.

Could it be that in front of this mysterious cultivator named Ye, geniuses are meant to be trampled?

"A bunch of short-sighted rats!" Xiaorou sneered as she listened to the discussions around her.

How could these South China Sea cultivators know how powerful Ye Chunyang was?

For example, Jimo Gongzi, Guangyuan, and the Wei couple were all killed by Ye Chunyang in seconds. Li Fengxiao's strength of the Jindan realm was like an ant in front of Ye Chunyang, and was not enough to be trampled!

Mrs. Han was deeply relieved, and Han Xiaoxiao also breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, Bai Feng's master's strength far exceeded their imagination.

But the method of suppressing the first genius in the South China Sea so simply and decisively was truly shocking.

Ye Chunyang flicked his sleeves and robe, his breath was gone, and he stood indifferently.

After a while, he walked off the stage and said to Bai Feng: "Now you can marry Princess Taiyun."

All the great geniuses in the South China Sea have been suppressed by him one after another, which has established enough prestige for Bai Feng that no one will dare to target him in the future.

"Haha, thank you Master!" Bai Feng laughed and bowed to Ye Chunyang.

Although he had known that the result would be like this, Bai Feng was still moved by Ye Chunyang's action of fighting against the major saints.

He laughed and walked towards the dojo, squatted down in front of the huge palm print pit, looked inside, and vaguely saw a man struggling to get up.

"Tsk, I thought you could last two rounds in my master's hands, but I didn't expect you to be so unlucky. The so-called number one genius in the South China Sea is nothing more than that." Bai Feng shook his head, pinned the white paper fan behind his back, stretched out his hand and said, "Come up here Come on, I’ll give you a hand.”

The figure inside is naturally the Holy Son of Tianshuang City.

At this time, his breath was disordered, as if he was dying. Seeing Bai Feng stretch out his hand, he subconsciously helped him climb up.

But what happened next was unexpected.

Li Fengxiao had just exposed half of his head when Bai Feng suddenly grinned and slapped his big ear.

"Snapped!"

The loud slap went deep into people's hearts, causing Li Fengxiao's head to tilt to the side.

"This is because you are disrespectful to my master."

"Snapped!"

Bai Feng said calmly, and pulled back another big ear-scratcher with his backhand.

"This time is for my wife."

"Pop!"

The big-eared scraper was slapped back and forth several times in succession, while Bai Feng was slapping and cursing.

"Who do you think you are, dare to take advantage of me? Propose marriage to my wife in front of me and slap me in the face?"

"Is the Holy Son of Tianshuang City great? Even if my master doesn't take action, I can slap you to death with just one slap like you!"

"I love stepping on you self-righteous geniuses. Weren't you very arrogant just now? How do you feel now?"

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

Bai Feng was merciless and slapped Li Fengxiao on the face one after another, causing Li Fengxiao's teeth to fall out and blood foam to fly everywhere, and finally he fainted simply.

When Bai Feng saw this, he still refused to give up. He rubbed the sole of his shoe against the prodigy's face several times before throwing him back into the hole in the ground.

The young monks felt as if they were in a cold cellar, with a chill spreading all over their bodies.

"This pretty boy is so cruel. Tangtang Lifengxiao will be devastated by this blow."

Yan Feiyu and the other five great saints were like a cold wind, and they all shivered in excitement.

This pretty boy looks kind and friendly on the surface, but I didn't expect him to be so nice.

They were secretly glad that they were just a small target and did not propose marriage in person like Li Fengxiao. Otherwise, they don't know how they would die now.

"Come here, send Mr. Li back to Tianshuang City, and tell the Lord of Tianshuang City that Taiyun City cannot afford the eight hundred miles of mineral veins, so just let him keep it for himself." Mrs. Han waved her hand and ordered.

Several Han family monks immediately carried Li Fengxiao out.

Li Feng smiled, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his face was bloody and bloody. How could he still have the slightest bit of handsomeness in the past?

"Mrs. Han, this fellow Daoist Ye cannot be a monk in the spirit transformation realm. What kind of cultivation level does he have?" Taoist Qinggu finally couldn't help but ask.

How could Li Fengxiao, who was able to easily knock over Li Fengxiao, who was in the Golden Core realm, with just one slap, a monk in the Spiritual Transformation realm?

It was obvious that Ye Chunyang's cultivation level was far higher than that of these saints from the ancient city, and he might even have cultivated the golden elixir.

But Mrs. Han's answer made Taoist Qinggu suddenly stunned.

"I don't know what level Daoist Ye's magic power is in, but I heard that he is a soul cultivator in the late stage of out-of-body experience." Mrs. Han said calmly.

"What?" Taoist Qing Gu lost his expression.

The bodies of several ancient city saints trembled violently, almost falling to the ground in fear.

"The cultivation of the soul in the late stage of leaving the body is comparable to the cultivation of the Golden Core Realm. Madam Han, you already know this, why don't you tell me?" Taoist Qinggu looked at Madam Han with half-squinted eyes, unable to calm down. .

"You didn't ask me either." Mrs. Han looked bright.

"But he didn't use soul skills just now, did he? How did Mrs. Han know that he was a soul cultivator?" Qing Gu Taoist asked with a surprised look.

"I have only heard about the rumors that he is an out-of-body soul cultivator. How do I know whether it is true or not?" Mrs. Han said lightly: "Perhaps his own magic power is not weak, and he can completely control it. Where are these ancient city saints?"

Qinggu Taoist's expression froze.

Li Fengxiao, who was helped out by several Han family monks, faintly woke up. When he heard Mrs. Han's words, his head suddenly tilted and he fainted again.

As a soul cultivator in the out-of-body stage, I am fighting against a powerful person two levels above me. Isn’t this looking for death?