After the ascent failed

Chapter 505 Yang Feng is dead!

The guests attending the banquet gathered under a dojo outside the city lord's mansion.

At this time, the two stood still on the field.

Mrs. Han looked at Ye Chunyang on the stage, a gloomy look flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Taoist Yunqiong, and couldn't help sneering in her heart.

Baifeng didn't reveal Ye Chunyang's name to others, so how did they know that Ye Chunyang killed the Shen family in the Northern Territory thousands of miles away?
When meeting Ye Chunyang for the first time, Mrs. Han felt that he was mysterious. After hearing Bai Feng's introduction, she was even more surprised.

To be able to kill the grand elders of the Shen family and destroy the entire Shen family, how can one's cultivation be average?
Yang Feng dared to provoke even if he reached the perfect spiritual state, he was looking for death.

She turned her eyes to Bai Feng who was at the side again, and said in her heart: "Feng'er is a natural genius, with his comprehension ability, he could have achieved a lot, but it's a pity that this kid is cynical. After he gets married with Xiaoxiao, I need to supervise him more. In the future, I will hand over Taiyun City to him, and I will definitely be able to compete with Piaomiao Palace."

At the beginning when Han Xiaoxiao rescued Bai Feng from the sea, Mrs. Han didn't think much of him, but after Bai Feng learned an ancient secret technique for her, Mrs. Han couldn't help but change her mind.

Then, Mrs. Han took out all kinds of hard-to-decipher skills and secret techniques. Unexpectedly, Bai Feng could understand them all with just one glance, and explained them to her one by one. From then on, Mrs. Han was astonished.

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

Of course, outsiders don't know all this.

In Madam Han's heart, she has long regarded Bai Feng as her own, and loved him extremely. If Yang Feng provoked him today instead of Ye Chunyang, even with the support of Taoist Yun Qiong, Madam Han would still teach him a lesson.

It's just that he didn't expect Yang Feng to go past Bai Feng and directly slap Ye Chunyang in the face.

"If Yang Feng is suppressed later, old Yun Qiong's expression should be very exciting, right?"

Mrs. Han couldn't help feeling gloating.

……

The others didn't know what Madam Han was thinking, and they looked at the two standing still on the stage with mocking expressions on their faces.

That Ye Chunyang seems to have mediocre cultivation, and most of the two masters and apprentices are cheating on food and drink, relying on Princess Taiyun's fox and tiger's prestige.

"Hey, if Master Bai Feng is defeated by Yang Feng, it will be very interesting."

"Yang Feng's aptitude is extraordinary, and he has obtained the true biography of Taoist Yunqiong. It is difficult to find an opponent under the golden core. If this person is not a golden core monk, he will probably only lose."

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

Everyone clapped their hands and laughed lightly.

No one present was optimistic about Ye Chunyang.

"Your Daoist Ye and the son-in-law shouldn't be from our South China Sea, right? They are guests, please do it, Daoist Ye." Yang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering, and he was aloof.

In the past few days, he had already checked Ye Chunyang's details. There was no such person in the South China Sea. He was probably from Zhongzhou or the Northern Region.

"Young Master Yang should act first, otherwise you will have no chance." Ye Chunyang sighed and said.

If it wasn't for Bai Feng, Ye Chunyang would have no interest in making a move on a cultivator at the Spirit Transformation Realm like Yang Feng.

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, Ye Chunyang's indifferent eyes made him feel the humiliation of being despised, obviously his cultivation is not high, why is he so arrogant?
"Hehe... Fellow Daoist Ye really thinks highly of himself. If that's the case, Yang will have to offend him."

Yang Feng's smile gradually turned ferocious, and he stepped forward suddenly, drawing several afterimages in the field, moving like thunder.

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

The surface of the fan is leaf-shaped, refined from the feathers of spiritual birds, filled with powerful wind-attribute spiritual pressure, Yang Feng made a move with one hand, the feather fan surged against the wind, and the pillars of wind soared into the sky, overwhelming the world with power.

"Running Cloud Fan!"

"It is said that this treasure is an imitation of the Flying Cloud Fan of the Tongtian Lingbao. It is rumored that an ancient monk held this Flying Cloud Fan to level the world. Although this Flying Cloud Fan only has one-tenth of the spiritual power of the real one, its power cannot Underestimate."

"Such treasures were obtained by Yang Feng, I'm afraid his strength is comparable to the holy sons of several ancient cities."

"..."

As soon as Yang Feng took out the feather fan in his hand, there was a commotion in the audience, and even some experts at the Jindan and Dongtian realms were surprised.

The name of the Flying Cloud 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 this imitation of the Flying Cloud Fan, but it had been left behind for many years, and no one has seen it so far. Appearing in Yang Feng's hands, people couldn't help being envious.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Yun Qiong to find such a treasure for Mr. Yang. It's really a great opportunity." Taoist Qing Gu said, stroking his beard.

"Fellow Daoist Qingshi has won the prize. I also got this Cloud-running Fan by chance. It just so happened that Yang Feng had some achievements in wind-attribute skills. This Cloud-running fan matched him perfectly, so I simply passed it on to him." Taoist Yunqiong replied calmly, but he couldn't hide his complacency on his face.

Taoist Qinggu smiled lightly, didn't say anything, raised his head to look into the field, and said: "With the power of the Cloud-Running Fan, if this cultivator surnamed Ye doesn't have a magic weapon of this level, I'm afraid it's hard to resist."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Qing Gu looked at Mrs. Han and asked, "Mrs. Han wants to know a little about Fellow Daoist Ye, but what is the origin of this person?"

"How can I know the origin of Daoyou Ye?" Mrs. Han didn't know Ye Chunyang's identity for some unknown purpose.

At the same time, in the dojo, Yang Feng held the Fan of Clouds and waved it in the air.

In an instant, there was a loud roar!
The sky was full of wind and clouds, and gusts of wind swept down like sandstorms, and the dark clouds on the sky seemed to be pulled down.

"Ye Daoyou, how about trying the power of this cloud-running fan?"

Yang Feng stepped on the void and laughed wildly, like a god who controls the hurricane, powerful and powerful.

As soon as he made a move, he sacrificed the strongest magic weapon, intending to crush Ye Chunyang with one move with the most rapid gesture, so that he could feel the pleasure of beating Baifeng in the face.

"The Flying Cloud Fan is also at the bottom of Tongtian Lingbao, how strong can this mere imitation be?" Ye Chunyang shook his head and said.

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

The hurricane roared in the arena, and others couldn't hear Ye Chunyang's words, but Yang Feng vaguely heard them.

Ye Chunyang was too lazy to talk, he looked up at the whistling hurricane, took a step suddenly, and the rainbow flashed under his feet.

"Sword come!"

With a low shout, thunder and lightning surged all over Ye Chunyang, and an astonishing mana breath permeated out. To deal with Yang Feng, a cultivator who has perfected the spiritual realm, he didn't even need to use the power of his soul and body.

"Boom!"

The astonishing sound of thunder spread, and silver-white lightsabers flew out of his sleeves, circled gently in the hurricane, and then merged into one, soaring straight into the air.

Yang Feng's expression changed.

Just when Ye Chunyang's flying sword came out, he clearly saw that the hurricane gushing out of the Benyun fan was cut off by one of them, and the power of the sky thunder from it exuded unparalleled oppression, which made him feel suffocated.

And just when Yang Feng was shocked, the huge sword thundered, and it suddenly passed through the fan of the rushing cloud.

"Puff puff……"

Countless rays of light flashed, and the Benyun Fan suddenly lost its light, and it wobbled back to Yang Feng's hand. The turbulent sword energy struck, and Yang Feng felt as if he was being crushed. His hands almost shattered, and he fell from the sky on the spot. .

"boom!"

There was a lot of dust and smoke on the dojo, the ground was torn apart, all the hurricanes disappeared in an instant, only a large human-shaped pit remained on the table, and a broken feather fan fluttered beside it, but Yang Feng did not see it.

"how is this possible!"

Taoist Yun Qiong stood upright suddenly, his eyes were about to burst open.

"Fellow Taoist Yunqiong intends to go on stage?" Mrs. Han's faint voice came from the side, and Taoist Yunqiong stopped suddenly as he was about to rush to the dojo.

"Mrs. Han, today is Princess Taiyun's big day, are you going to let this monk surnamed Ye kill my beloved disciple!" Taoist Yunqiong's eyes were piercing.

He never imagined that Yang Feng would be defeated by Yichao, and even the imitation of Benyun Fan, the Heaven-reaching Lingbao, would be turned into a scrap under Ye Chunyang's sword. This scene was beyond his expectation.

All the monks in the field seemed to have their throats stuck, and all the previous mocking expressions were frozen, and their expressions were wonderful.

"The aura of the apprentice is still there, he is not dead." Mrs. Han said lightly.

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

He stood there without moving, and the corners of his clothes were not messy.

From the outside, he still has an ethereal, mysterious and profound aura.

"Yang Feng lost?"

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 attack. When everything calmed down, Yang Feng had already been knocked to the ground, and the imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao was also struck by a sword. Cut into waste products, such supernatural powers are simply unbelievable.

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

Princess Taiyun Han Xiaoxiao was also surprised.

She looked at Bai Feng with a startled face, only to see that the latter looked leisurely.

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

Obviously, they had anticipated this scene.

"Senior Ye is really not an ordinary person!" Han Xiaoxiao was shocked.

In fact, Bai Feng didn't mention much about Ye Chunyang, and Han Xiaoxiao always thought that Ye Chunyang was just a teacher and friend, but now she couldn't help subverting it.

"Is this kid surnamed Ye mediocre? Why isn't even Yang Feng his match!"

Somewhere off the field, Zhang Gou's forehead was covered with veins, and he said in a dark voice.

"It's really impossible! Yang Feng holds the Running Cloud Fan, his strength has soared, 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 immediately sneered and said: "Don't worry, Commander, this Yang Feng may have lost because of a momentary carelessness, but according to our previous arrangement, Yang Feng is not the only one who wants to make a move today. With their strength, that kid surnamed Ye You can never leave this dojo."

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

(End of this chapter)