Chapter 1108: Qingfengyuan, Zhang Yifeng

"Hahaha, nothing is impossible! Brother Jing, let you see my strength now!"

On the ring, Fu Nianshan laughed, and then he stepped on his feet and took the initiative to hit Brother Jing.

His speed is very fast, like a cheetah shooting out.

Boom boom boom.

There are no extra moves, he simply punches.

Every punch can make the air blast.

Suppressed, absolutely suppressed, Brother Jing was helpless by him. With every punch of his, Senior Brother Jing's vitality surged, his mouth was numb, and his body kept retreating.

Desperate, the people of Qianlongfeng are completely desperate.

I thought there would be hope and miracles, but now it seems that they are thinking too much!

This year's exchange will be a complete shame for Qianlongfeng.

Even the first youth of Qianlongfeng was abused by others.

Finally, a soft bang came.

Brother Jing was hit in the chest by a punch by Fu Nianshan, vomiting blood, flew upside down, and landed heavily on the ground. "Hey, I really can't stand it anymore. Shame, it's a shame!"

"Unexpectedly, after four years, the people of Shenglongfeng have become so strong."

"Hey, it seems that this year is about to be defeated."

On the ring, Brother Jing stood up, his face was pale, and his mouth was shouting impossible.

"Impossible, I won't fail so easily. Come again, come again!"

Senior Brother Jing launched an attack again, but in the following battle, he was completely crushed by Fu Nianshan. The long spear in his hand could not break Fu Nianshan's defense at all.

Throughout the mountainside, only the laughter, cheers and laughter of the disciples of Shenglong Peak could be heard. On the other hand, Qianlongfeng's disciples all had pale faces and said nothing.

"Master, do you really want me to be on stage?"

In the stands, Shi Feiyan spoke again.

Even Zihuang seemed very anxious, but unfortunately, his cultivation base was the weakest in Qianlong Peak, because he had just transitioned from a martial artist to a cultivator.

"Jingyun, are you still going to fight? Haha, don't insist. Didn't you see Brother Fu playing with you?"

"Yeah, your fifth shot still can't break Senior Brother Fu's defense. Don't struggle. The first person in Qianlong Peak is just that, haha."

On the ring, Fu Nianshan held his head high, full of confidence, playing Jingyun like a cat and a mouse. I have to say that Jing Yun is still very sturdy. Although knowing that he can't break Fu Nianshan's defense, he still holds a spear and does not give up.

At this moment, in the crowd, Lan Xianghan, who had not spoken, turned his head to look at Zhang Yifeng, and said, "Are you sure your cultivation base has been promoted?"

Zhang Yifeng asked back: "What good is it for me to lie to you?"

Lan Xianghan chuckled and said: "That's good, I think it's time for you to play, what do you think? Now that Qianlong Peak is completely defeated, it's a blockbuster when you show up."

"I think so too."

Zhang Yifeng's voice is flat. Since he has come to the front door, he must be on stage to compete. Now, the timing is right.

Just as the two were talking, a crisp sound came.

On the ring, the spear in Jing Yun's hand was knocked down and inserted in the middle of the ring. The spear trembled and buzzed.

When the spear fell, Brother Jing kicked his body into the air by Fu Nianshan, and the blood sprayed like withered petals.

"It's different from you, there is no challenge at all!"

This time, Fu Nianshan didn't wait for Jing Yun to stand up again, he suddenly pulled out the spear that was stuck on the ground, the spear was dancing, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at Brother Jing's throat!

"you lose."

The plain three words, but like a wake-up call, kept echoing in Jing Yun's mind.

He lost. Although he knew he would lose, he never thought that he would lose to Fu Nianshan.

"No, I didn't lose, I can move!"

Jingyun's face was savage, and he had the urge to run wild. This failure severely affected his self-confidence.

Just when Jing Yun wanted to continue fighting despite his life, Po Lao appeared behind him and knocked him unconscious with a slap.

Po Lao's face was blue, Qianlong Peak had no success, and his mood was very uncomfortable, and he was not reconciled. But if you lose, you lose.

The gap is the gap.

Subconsciously, Po always glanced at Zhang Yifeng in the audience.

Zhang Yifeng is his last hope.

I don't know how much Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level has improved in the past six months. Can miracles work?

Shaking his head, Po Lao said lightly: "In this competition, Shenglongfeng and Fu Nianshan won."

"Brother Fu is mighty!"

"I, Shenglongfeng, really is the strongest!"

As soon as Po Lao's voice fell, the disciple of Shenglong Peak yelled. The Qianlongfeng disciples all buried their heads.

Although this result was expected, they still felt very uncomfortable.

The gap between Qianlong Peak and Shenglong Peak is getting bigger and bigger, that is to say, the gap between Qianlong Peak and Shenglong Peak is getting bigger and bigger.

This is definitely not a good sign.

"Hey, it's boring, it has no meaning at all. Life is so lonely as snow!"

On the ring, the voice of Fu Nian's mountain suit was forced, his hands behind his back, making a master lonely look.

"Brother Fu, it's good to be lonely. No one in Qianlong Peak can fight anymore, and I have lost all of them to Shenglong Peak."

"Brother, you don't need to say this feeling at all, because the people at Qianlongfeng don't realize this feeling at all. Slightly."

The disciples of Shenglongfeng spoke very cooperatively and shouted. The atmosphere on site is very harmonious.

Of course, harmony is only for the disciples of Shenglongfeng, and for the people of Qianlongfeng, these words are simply naked humiliation.

"Is there anyone else going to fight? If not, I will go down."

Fu Nianshan's voice came again. This sentence was clearly addressed to the Qianlongfeng disciple.

His words fell, and no one spoke for a long time.

Qianlongfeng's disciples all kept their heads down and said nothing. Even the strongest people have lost, what can they do?

"No? That's the end of this game. Uncle Po, haven't you announced the result yet?"

Fu Nianshan looked towards Po Lao with a smile on his lips. His eyes were high, looking down at all the disciples of Qianlong Peak.

But as soon as his words fell, Po Lao had no time to speak, and a muffled bang came.

A figure fell on the ring like a cannonball.

This person is dressed in white, embroidered with Zhengyi on his left chest and breeze on his right chest.

It is Zhang Yifeng.

As soon as Zhang Yifeng took the stage, the scene quieted strangely. No one thought that someone would dare to challenge Fu Nianshan.

After a brief silence, he was shocked. The onlookers discovered that the clothes this kid was wearing were not from Qianlongfeng! Even, not any of the nine peaks, but Qingfengyuan.

"This... the service of Qingfeng Academy, what the **** is this!"

"This kid is the disciple of the outer courtyard?! Mu Ma, the disciple of the outer courtyard, dare to challenge the inner courtyard? And he still challenged Brother Fu. Is this world too crazy? Is the cockroach going to dominate the world?"

After a simple shock, he laughed wildly.

"Disciple of the outer courtyard, you should step down quickly, we can assume that nothing happened."

"Yeah, let's go on. If you can beat Brother Fu, I will live broadcast and eat shit! There must be a limit to what young people can do."

"I admire your backbone, but aren't you looking for death?"