After the ascent failed

Chapter 506 I am the Holy Son of Yancheng
The dust and smoke on the dojo gradually dissipated, and a figure climbed up from the human-shaped pit, it was Yang Feng.

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

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

At this moment, the Benyun Fan he was so proud of had lost all its aura and became completely useless.

Yang Feng never dreamed that he would be defeated by Ye Chunyang without being able to get out of a single round.

He could feel the horror of that giant sword just now, a single slash of sword energy shocked him to a great extent, and Yang Feng had no doubts that if the sword made another point, he would be dead at this moment.

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

"I'm not convinced!" Yang Feng's expression was ferocious.

"Then do we have to fight again?" Ye Chunyang went one step further.

Yang Feng's heart trembled, and he backed up involuntarily.

Ye Chunyang was majestic at every step, looking at Yang Feng as if looking down on an ant, the sound of every step made Yang Feng feel suffocated.

Yang Feng's body trembled.

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

Yang Feng trembled violently, his superficial toughness gradually crumbled, and finally he couldn't hold on anymore, he screamed and ran off the stage in embarrassment, and disappeared in an instant, looking rather dingy.

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

Yang Feng was so overwhelmed by Ye Chunyang's aura that he fled in fear. From now on, he will surely defeat the demons in his heart, no matter how difficult it is to improve his cultivation.

"You...you're fine!"

Taoist Yunqiong looked coldly at Ye Chunyang on the stage, and finally left without saying a word.

Previously, it was Yang Feng who came forward to provoke him, but he was defeated face to face. Taoist Yun Qiong felt ashamed to stay any longer.

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

Taoist Yunqiong snorted, without turning his head, he took up Shenhong and flew out of Taiyun City.

There were gasping voices in the field one after another, including those old monsters in the cave realm, they all looked at Ye Chunyang strangely.

Originally thought that this person with mediocre cultivation would be no match for Yang Feng's Ben Yunshan, but the result was so unexpected.

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

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

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Ye Chunyang stopped, turned his head and looked behind him, a figure flashed from the field.

The person who came was a young man with an unrestrained temperament. The previous Yang Feng was already young and handsome, but compared with this person, he was slightly inferior.

"Yan Feiyu! He came up anyway!"

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

"If Yan Feiyu makes a move, this cultivator surnamed Ye may be in danger. Few people who fought against him in the past could survive."

"..."

The appearance of the young man immediately caused a commotion.

Someone in the audience recognized his identity, and their faces were filled with astonishment.

Yancheng is as famous as Taiyun City, and it is one of the seven ancient cities in the South China Sea, and this Yan Feiyu is the son of the city lord of Yancheng. Than simply not enough to see.

From a certain point of view, the only ones who can match Han Xiaoxiao are these holy sons of the ancient city.

"I am Yan Feiyu, the holy son of Yan City, fellow Daoist Ye, stay here." Yan Feiyu cupped his hands slightly towards Ye Chunyang.

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

Yan Feiyu frowned, the other party's arrogance made him very dissatisfied, with his status, who among his peers would dare to be so disrespectful?
"Just now, I saw that my fellow Taoist has profound supernatural powers, and I want to learn a thing or two. I wonder if I can give you some advice?" Yan Feiyu said.

Ye Chunyang gave Bai Feng a strange look.

Ganqing is Bai Feng's rival in love again, obviously these people regard him as a target to attack Bai Feng.

Bai Feng touched his nose and smiled dryly.

"You are not my opponent, leave early." Ye Chunyang persuaded.

When Yan Feiyu heard this, he became angry.

He sneered and stepped forward: "Fellow daoist, don't talk too much, defeating Yang Feng is nothing, Yang Feng is insignificant among us, if you think you can despise us by defeating Yang Feng, fellow daoist, then you are too arrogant gone."

"Haha, Brother Yan is right!"

As soon as Yan Feiyu finished speaking, there was a sudden roar from the arena, and a dazzling rainbow rushed into the sky and fell into the arena brazenly, "If Ye Daoyou thinks that Brother Yan is not enough to be your enemy, then what if you add him?"

The light dissipated, and a man who was about the same age as Yan Feiyu appeared, his cultivation had also reached the Perfect Spirit Transformation Realm, his gaze was as cold as a knife, revealing a tyrannical fighting spirit.

"Sage Son of Thunder City, Mo Boundless!"

"He also wants to challenge this cultivator surnamed Ye!"

The monks were moved.

This man named "Mo Wubian" is just like Yan Feiyu, he is also a holy son of the ancient city, the strength of both of them is top-notch in the younger generation in South China Sea, and they challenge Ye Chunyang together, unless he is a golden core monk, otherwise Almost impossible to resist.

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

Although defeating Ye Chunyang would give that little boy son-in-law a severe slap in the face, but he hoped that he could do it alone, otherwise even if he defeated Ye Chunyang, it would be disgraceful.

"Brother Yan, this friend Daoist Ye has amazing supernatural powers. Why not ask me for advice, at worst, you and I will join forces to suppress him." Mo Wubian smiled proudly, not paying attention to Ye Chunyang at all.

"The saint sons of the two great ancient cities 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 Mrs. Han next to her.

"Ye Daoyou can handle it, don't worry." Mrs. Han said lightly.

While speaking, she seemed to look at Bai Feng meaningfully, and Han Xiaoxiao also looked at him.

"Don't worry, my lady, just relying on these two crooked melons and split dates, they are not enough for my master to beat with one hand." Bai Feng shook the white paper fan and looked at the two holy sons with disdain.

Yan Feiyu and Mo Wubian were considered top among the younger generation in South China Sea, but they were nothing in front of Ye Chunyang.

Bai Feng still doesn't take the two of them seriously, let alone Ye Chunyang.

"Ye Daoyou, please enlighten me!"

Mo Wubian ignored Yan Feiyu, and Zhang Yang said directly.

Ye Chunyang stood still.

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

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

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

"Boom!"

A big golden hand appeared in the air, shining like a scorching sun, covering the air in an instant, descending on top of Mo Wubian's head.

"court death!"

Seeing Ye Chunyang make a decisive move, Mo Wubian was startled for a moment, then laughed angrily.

As soon as he stepped on his footsteps, the spiritual energy in his body surged, a silver-white light curtain appeared, and fierce arcs spread out, and the entire dojo was filled with the power of overbearing and majestic thunder.

After casting the defensive formula, Mo Wubian raised his hand and clenched his fist, and his body rushed high into the sky like an arrow flying off the string.

The roar of thunder resounded endlessly, and the mighty mana was concentrated on Mo Boundless Fist, and it hit Ye Chunyang's giant palm from the air.

This punch of his was as powerful as thunder, and the power could shake the sky. When a ray of spiritual pressure was released, everyone in the field changed their expressions, and buzzing kept ringing in their heads.

But suddenly Mo Boundless's face changed, and he felt a huge overwhelming force, and his arms were bent suddenly.

"what!"

A scream rang out suddenly, and then the big golden hand was suppressed fiercely in the shocking eyes of everyone with a domineering attitude, and then Mo Wubian was pinched by the big golden hand like an ant. From feet to head, shoot into the ground inch by inch.

The dojo was filled with dust and smoke, and a large pit in the shape of a human appeared again. Mo Wubian, the Holy Son of Thunder City, disappeared without a trace, only wisps of faint aura came from inside.

The entire City Lord's Mansion was dead silent!
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

Mo Wubian, the holy son of Leicheng who was so majestic just a moment ago, was slapped into the ground by Ye Chunyang's palm like this?
Zhang Gou was dumbfounded!
Han Xiaoxiao was also stunned!
This is a holy son of the ancient city who has completed the spiritual transformation!

With Mo Boundless's strength, he could win against the two Yang Fengs, but in Ye Chunyang's hands, he didn't even have the power to resist, it was simply shocking.

The one who was most shocked was Yan Feiyu!
Looking at the potholes around him, he felt cold hands and feet, and froze there on the spot.

Mo Boundless and his cultivation level are comparable, it can be said that the two of them joined forces, and they can deal with a small monk in Jindan Realm, but now Mo Boundless doesn't even have the slightest chance to struggle, and he will directly end 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 take my leave first, you and I will meet later." Yan Feiyu smiled stiffly, turned around and stepped off the stage.

Everyone was stunned.

Yan Feiyu's rapid transformation was really unexpected.

"I just want to leave now, isn't it too late?"

A cold voice came from behind, Yan Feiyu's body froze suddenly, 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, then 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 sternly shouted.

"boom!"

Ye Chunyang only responded with a palm.

The overwhelming golden palm prints flew across the sky, and dust and smoke rolled up in the dojo again. Everyone seemed to see a faint flash of spiritual light on Yan Feiyu's body, but they soon calmed down.

His words stopped abruptly, and then there was another big hole in the shape of a human being on the ground, and a few low gasping sounds came from inside.

The field once again fell into dead silence!
Many young talents only felt the cold wind hit their ears, and couldn't help shivering.

The saints of the two ancient cities didn't have time to say anything, and they were slapped on the ground by Ye Chunyang like a fly.

This is not something ordinary people can do.

Just now Yan Feiyu's words "I am the Holy Son of Yancheng" would have incomparable deterrent power in normal times, but now it seems like a joke.

"Who else doesn't agree?"

Ye Chunyang looked around, calmly as usual!

(End of this chapter)