The most powerful plant system

Chapter 227 Crimson Sword Drawing Technique

This calmness and ease, as if playing a game, aroused applause from some audience members.

Along the edge of the arena, Ye Feng strolled leisurely in the courtyard, and every time an enemy approached him, with a slight flick of the wooden sword, an enemy would fly down the arena.

He didn't take the initiative to attack, he looked like he was waiting for a rabbit, and many people in the ring showed surprise.

"What the hell is Ye Feng doing? Although the ring battle lasts for a while, there are so many people. If we don't get rid of them as soon as possible, when the time is up, we may fall behind others."

The white-haired boy's eyes were puzzled, compared to Ye Feng, Jiang Wuqing and Murong Changhen's side, they all defeated the enemy at an extremely fast speed by sweeping the fallen leaves with the autumn wind.

wow.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the white-haired boy looked at the place of movement, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

On the arena where Jiang Wuqing was, all the wooden swords in the hands of the enemies had fallen, and many of them were inner disciples of the Sword Cleansing Sect!
too fast!
The competition had just started, and Jiang Wuqing had already escaped from the siege, worthy of being called a genius!

"Humph!"

On the other side, Murong Changhen knocked the last enemy off the ring, and cast his eyes on Jiang Wuqing, a gloomy look flashed across his face.

The opponent is even faster than him!

"Jiang Wuqing and Murong Changhen are indeed formidable, they have eliminated all the enemies with just this effort."

Bai Xingshan said with emotion, although the two are extremely strong, their cultivation in the ring is limited, and it is extremely impressive to be able to do this.

"Miss Yu and Miss Tang are almost at the end of the battle, and they are both heroines."

His white eyes fell on the two beauties, and he praised.

"Ye Feng, on the other hand, is still moaning there. The surname is Pang, Miss Bai. It seems that you have made the wrong bet."

The black-haired boy gloated, compared to the other four geniuses, Ye Feng's performance was really not satisfactory, even some inner disciples of Xijianzong performed better than him.

"Sect Master Ye, come on!"

"Sect Master Ye is doing well! Don't be discouraged, the victory has just begun!"

Not only a few people saw that Ye Feng was in a disadvantageous position, some warriors who had been observing Ye Feng for a long time raised their voices to cheer him up.

What's more, a banner was pulled up, with a line written in silver on the iron hook: Sect Master Ye is number one in the world!

"I didn't expect Ye Feng to be so popular."

Yan Luo Shuangzi and others were stunned. Seeing that Ye Feng was behind other geniuses, the people cheering for him in the arena were even better than the fans of Murong Changhen and others.

"Sect Master Ye has saved hundreds of thousands of disaster victims. He is a hero and hero, and his reputation on the east coast is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

Bai Huahua sighed, with complex expressions in her eyes.

Skillful Sect has great intelligence, so they know more about the real situation than others.

During the severe snow disaster, the five major Xuanzongs almost swept the snow in front of their own doors, and did not shoulder the responsibility of being a major sect in the region. However, as a minor sect, Lingzhizong unexpectedly rescued 30 victims of the disaster.

The shock caused by this move was like a torrent and tsunami among the common people of the lower class, and his prestige once surpassed all the big bosses of Xuanzong.

After all, ordinary Xuanxiu is extremely far away from mortals. It is very rare for someone like Ye Feng to have flesh and blood and love the people like a son, so he can gain so much support.

Bai Huahua had no doubts that if Ye Feng had revealed earlier that he would come to the Sword Trial Meeting, the place would undoubtedly be full of his supporters.

"Sect Master Ye, you can do it, don't be discouraged!"

"Sect Master Ye, the victory has just begun, and you will definitely defeat Murong Changhen!"

The audience in the audience was so enthusiastic, and Ye Feng on the field was immediately stunned when he heard about it.

It took him a long time to understand that these guys were supporting him, but why did the words of support sound so comforting...

Judging from the tone, it seems that even his supporters don't think he will be the opponent of other geniuses...

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, it seemed that he was really not favored in this sword trial.

Shaking his head, Ye Feng simply stopped walking along the edge of the ring, and stood there with his eyes closed.

Sword lights danced on the field, but Ye Feng was independent. It seemed that he had given up on this battle.

"Has Sect Master Ye admitted defeat?"

"There are too many enemies, and there is not much time left. Compared with other geniuses, it is really difficult to come back."

The audience chatted a lot, with regrets on their faces.

The time for a stick of incense is not long or short, there are still nearly forty people fighting in Ye Feng's arena.

Looking at other arenas, apart from the most eye-catching geniuses, there are also many people whose battles are coming to an end.

For example, Ning Qingfeng just defeated all the enemies.

The ones who stood out all stood on the ring, facing the mountain gate of Xijianzong, adjusted their breathing and rhythm, and rushed into the mountain gate as soon as the preparation time came.

If you start one step earlier, you may advance one more in the ranking. Everyone knows that the sooner the battle ends, the greater the advantage.

Time passed bit by bit, and the time for a stick of incense was almost over.

In Ye Feng's arena, there were nearly [-] other people fighting, including several disciples from the inner sect of the Sword Cleansing Sect.

Since Ye Feng stood there motionless, the others thought he had given up the game, so no one came to talk to him.

Several geniuses had been secretly paying attention to Ye Feng, seeing that he was motionless, with different expressions on his face.

Jiang Wuqing smiled all the time, looking at Ye Feng with interest.

There was contempt in Murong Changhen's eyes, he didn't expect that Ye Feng, a piece of trash, couldn't even pass the first test, and he said that he wanted to beat himself before, it's really ridiculous!
Yu Sishi looked worried at Ye Feng's expression, while Tang Xian'er pursed her red lips lightly and murmured. "At first, I wanted to kill this apprentice, but I didn't expect him to be so weak."

"After ten breaths, the successful ones can enter the mountain gate!"

The voice of the Sect Master of Xijian Sect spread throughout the audience, everyone's body vibrated, they raised their vitality, and prepared to fly in the air.

Nine breaths, eight breaths, seven breaths...

The contestants in the arena who hadn't finished the battle began to get anxious, and their sword attacks became more and more fierce.

When there were only five breaths left in the time, Ye Feng, who had been quiet all this time, moved.

Holding the wooden sword in his hand, he assumed a posture of drawing the sword out of its sheath.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted to him, and there seemed to be an indescribable sword force pervading him.

Four breaths, three breaths.

Swish!
The wooden sword in Ye Feng's hand moved, strangely, the wooden sword had no scabbard, but at that moment, everyone felt a sword light slashing in front of them.

Like an invisible wind passing by, the wrists of the thirty contestants standing on the ring went numb.

At the second breath, except for Ye Feng, everyone's wooden swords flew into the sky.

With one breath, Ye Feng made a movement of retracting the sword into the sheath, and all the wooden swords fell to the ground, and the other contestants hadn't reacted yet!
(End of this chapter)